Best Horror Sci Fi Books Novels & Stories

Larry got home that evening and felt sick; losing his Job would be the least of his worries; he would have to face Lucifer Morningstar sooner or later, and from what he heard, those who have faced him never lived to tell the tale. He had a thudding headache, eyes closed against the dull pain. The back of his skull throbbed like a whore's heart; he bit out a curse and moved his hand to inspect the damage – except that it didn't move. Something was restraining his arms. His legs, too, were immobilized, as he noticed when he tried to get up. So he was lying prone. The violent hum of electricity streaking through the air assaulted his battered head, calling forth a grimace of agony. A steady dri

Those books were older than any of the others in his office. The bottom shelf (the one he’d been searching when he’d first heard the cats playing in the hall) held his collection of horror anthologies. The famed Whispers series, edited by Stuart David Schiff, featuring the varied works of Ramsey Campbell, Stephen King, Charles Grant and so many others. The Mammoth Book of Best New Horror from England. The Shivers series, published by Cemetery Dance. Masques, Borderlands, Shadows, Stalkers, Dark Forces, October Dreams I & II, Corpse Blossoms, Horror Library Volumes 1-5, and Prime Evil. Classic horror anthologies jammed next to paperback collections of slightly lesser repute with titles to mat

"Then Orion must be the one in great danger now. As what have my father said, Nerissa don't kill her preys right away. She plays with their minds first, but after that, she kills them mercilessly. Also, the weaker the mind of the man, the more possibility that he will go insane even after he is rescued. I hope your friend has a strong mind so he it will be easy for us to awaken him from Nerissa's magic later on." We continued walking but moments later, we made an abrupt stop when we heard roara that echoed in the whole place. I turned nervously and my heart started to beat frantically when I saw two giant tigers with two heads and snakes as their tails. They look at us as if they are hunters

Damon nodded I flew to the library the following day to return 'kidnapped' I decided I wanted another book, this time I chose a different author and a different genre, I chose horror, which wasnt far from thriller, like the first book, but horror was my favourite, I loved how ghosts were scary, and there were demons, and scary witches that cursed you, it made me laugh, for some reason this had always made me laugh, even before I knew I was a witch, now I knew why. The librarian was amazed to see me so quickly, but nodded in greeting, I nodded back. I chose a book called second nature, and blinked home, yes I could've flown but decided to blink. As soon as I got home I felt danger, not exactl

And something faintly metallic beneath it all. Blood. --- His fingers moved across worn spines until he found what he sought. Soul Vessels. Forbidden Possessions. Underworld Bindings. Kael pulled the heavy books free and placed them across a nearby table. The candles lit themselves automatically. He began reading. --- Hours passed silently. Only the sound of turning pages filled the room. Kael’s expression darkened more with every text. Some spoke of spirits entering weak bodies. Others described possession through mirrors, cursed artifacts, blood rituals.

“IT’S JUST I HAD a different book in mind when ink spilled on this one, plus what’s left to do in a finished book?” They, of course, ignored me Completely probably deciding if I would not explain, they were just going to proceed. One of the three waved their hand above the inky darkness we were standing on, and instantly a book on a pedestal was in front of them on the floor. It showed off my title, ‘1001 Dark Tales’. I instantly held my breath, hoping they didn’t realize what that meant. But if they had, they said nothing. Instead, they just started flipping through the pages of the book, looking for which store to choose.

“There are wounds that never show on the body that is deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds”—Laurell K Hamilton, Mistrial’s Kiss Chaos’s P.O.V I lay in bed conscious to everything around me yet not so conscious. I was in a half comatose state and I could feel myself changing. Even I, am afraid of what the end result might be. It was a battle of wills that I lost the moment I found out that my mate was cheating on me.

Diego, Xavier, and Fiona cried together, their voices a raw symphony of terror and heartbreak. "No, Lyra. No, Henry. No one but I rules," I declared, my voice dripping with cold finality. But I was gone. Only darkness remained—thick, consuming, and alive with a sinister promise, a chilling maw whispering of endless torment, a hollow void pregnant with unseen horrors. The shadows seemed to pulse, as if breathing—watching—waiting. The air thickened with a cold, primal dread, as if the world itself recoiled from the encroaching abyss. And within it, something terrible stirred, unseen but felt—a promise of suffering yet to come.

she said and when Hazel’s eyes moved to look at the side, she added, “without involving my daughter in it.” Hazel returned her eyes to look at her and released a sigh. She went to take her seat and Caitlin followed her, taking a seat facing her. She said, “The only viable solution I have come up with for the past eighteen years now is that we let the vampires take over the world and let the worst happen. What could possibly happen that time?” she asked as if thinking to herself. “The humans would become slaves, have their bloods dried and their bones might be used as turning sticks, which would be useful for me. Or well, there could be hunters, again and war would break out. But we already k

Feeling amazed that the Alpha will read something like this, especially knowing that most wolves hate vampires for its history. As Brianna began to slowly crouch and check more, finding other books that are similar to Twilight, like vampire club, vampire moon, and other things, suddenly Brianna felt a sudden wind behind her. ‘A wind?’ she muttered, automatically turning around to find no source as the room had no window. There’s just an old bookcase with a creepy vibe behind her.