Novel & Cerita Best Horror Novels Ever

"I will kill all the members of your family if you do not offer yourself to me. I will bring you to the situation when you will intentionally come to me and plead to save your family members by offering yourself to me." Amara walked helpless towards the haunted mansion. She felt numb and lifeless for the happenings around her. The words of the sage begin to ring in her ears. "It will be the dark night without the moon, the onset of heavy storm and the shrill howls of dogs. There will be an unfathomable clamor present in the atmosphere, the unwelcoming cries of the eagles and the uproar of tumult yowls from everywhere around will be the indication to alert you it was the one and only day in y

This was the blood of a kindly old man who grew tomatoes, and the sheer, wanton cruelty of it, the vivid, screaming red of it, made the world tilt on its axis. I felt the breakfast I hadn't yet eaten rise in my throat. Just because I had killed zombies, it didn't mean the sight of blood, real human blood spilled in atrocity, was getting any better to handle. If anything, it was getting worse. It was a reminder that the greatest monsters in this fallen world were not always the ones who moaned and shambled, but the ones who could still scream.

Willa sprinted into the elevator, her eyes widening with fear and her fingers clutching her bag firmly for support. As a horror writer, one would think she was accustomed to such surroundings and may have even enjoyed them, but that was far from the truth. Willa hated everything about ghosts and haunted houses, and even the sight of too much blood drove her insane. The horror genre felt like a gift; she was so good at it and had written over thirty bestselling novels, but in reality, her fears had been portrayed in every character she created. As the elevator dinged, she sighed in relief and rushed out. She quickly searched her bag for her key, but as her hand touched the doorknob, the door

And are Dan Simmons books in your rich assortment of mysticism? — Our classics are on the second floor, on the outermost shelf, right next to the stairs. And Simmons... we need to look in the database. Leah headed in that direction, determined to leave today with at least a couple of collectible collections of works, including the short stories: The Dunwich Horror, The Call of Cthulhu, The Murders in the Rue Morgue, and A Premature Funeral. She read them more than once, learning them practically by heart. However, after the move, the number of her books decreased sharply and almost all the works of Alan Edgar Allan Poe and Howard Lovecraft were cut. On the one hand, those books had become di

The day that you've thought about often, but never quite like this . I'd imagined a heart attack. A stroke. Choking on my own vomit. With a random stranger's hands wrapped tightly around my throat as my coke-addled veins screamed not for life, but for just one more hit, just a bump of powder, just a little one, anything, please fuck, I'll do anything, please. I never imagined I'd be standing in the living room of an apartment that existed in an underworld dimension, created by a demon, who was about to hand me over to another demon to honour a centuries-old debt. I mean, because what the actual fuck , right?

“Were these any help, detective?” “I’m afraid not,” I said, defeated. I was in a bit of a daze after staring at projected newsprint on the dim screen. I leaned on the desk and looked around the building absentmindedly until my eyes finally settled on a small sign hanging on a table covered with a neat stack of books. “Warning: The Library is Not Responsible for Nightmares!” I read out loud, walking over to look at the books. Well-worn volumes with pink skulls grinning back at me from stickers on their spines. Dracula. Frankenstein. The Invisible Man.

As he made his way across the room, he glanced at the bookshelves he passed but saw no books here that were turned upside down. Upstairs, he placed the book on an entry table in the hallway then paused, ears alert for any sounds like he’d heard this morning. Despite his love of horror, or perhaps because of it, Brad had never been easily unnerved. Scary movies, haunted trails and spook houses, most had little effect on him, and as for real life, he reserved his fear for things like disease, natural disasters, catastrophic accidents. It took more than an empty house to give him the creeps. Usually.

“No doubt.” “What about those two small FedEx boxes?” “Most recent novels from Samhain Horror.” “Awesome. Those books I bought at the Webb County Library sale last week?” “Sorted into general and mystery fiction. Struck the mother lode with all those Mary Higgins Clark novels.” “We cater to all tastes, miss. Unless you like Twilight, 50 Shades of Gray or James Patterson. Folks want drivel, they can drive to Utica.” “Hey. I actually liked Twilight. It wasn’t all bad.”

"The greatest evil unknowingly resided in the womb of the greatest good ever known alive. Until that day. The darkness in her, choked away every light of hope and happiness from her eyes. " - Book 3 - The Annihilation 6 months later, The Werewolf Castle 11:59 pm

I went to one of my apartment and decided to stay there. Stepping into my condo I remembered where I actually came. This hell is much more scarier than my house. In this condo I can hear her screams from each and every corner. That horrible night on which I forced her and crumbled a girl's pride and dignity with my madness. Looking at the balcony itself began to give chills when that scene flashed into my mind where Nivi began to jump from there and tried to kill herself. I shut my both ears when I began to hear Nivi screaming from everywhere. I stood from couch and went to grab a bottle of whiskey.