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But still, my eyelids are absolutely reluctant to close. As I lay there staring blankly at the ceiling, I suddenly remembered Javier’s collection of horror books. That’s right. A while back, I’d idly picked up one of his scary stories. Since I’m actually a scaredy-cat, every time I read one of those horror stories, I’d immediately be scared out of my wits and end up falling asleep from emotional exhaustion.

Lankko closed his eyes and heard the cluck of the chicken against the chirping of the many insects of the forest. "Enjoying your mud bath?" Lankko heard Enzir's voice. He opened his eyes and saw the muddy face and body of his master. Lankko sat up and tried not to laugh at his master's appearance. "What do we do now, Jad Enzir?" he asked. ******* Author's Note Thanks for reading! If you like the story so far, please show your appreciation by leaving a good review and giving this novel a good rating. P.S. If you're interested in horror, check out my other novel also in GoodNovel entitled 'Vampire of the New World'. I also have a paranormal romance novel entitled 'Entice the Moon to Fall'.

Instead, he replied with actual books I’ve read before in my first life that he firmly hated. “‘Darkness Within’ is my first recommendation. Absolutely amazing. ‘Death, are you real?’ is also good, as well as ‘The Next Morning’. Those three are my best picks.” I blinked several times, visibly surprised. Earlier events completely shoved to the side as this new discovery of Cassius Silverton reading thriller books had me utterly nonplussed.

“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.”

His thumb drew lazy circles on the back of my hand. "But Snow White was poisoned." Okay, that was probably the stupidest thing that had ever come out of my mouth, but suddenly the nervousness made waves in me. I bit my lip and looked over at Mr. Who, who was sprawled in his cottage, dozing. Nick followed my gaze. "Hard to believe that they can live so peacefully, huh?" "Even monsters have to sleep sometime." I turned back to him. "But that doesn't make them harmless." "And yet even the most reprehensible creature has something good in it somewhere."

Trigger Warnings This novel contains mature, dark, and potentially distressing content, including: Graphic violence Sexual Violence Voyeurism Gore and gruesome injury descriptions Supernatural warfare and battles in Hell Use of weapons (blades, claws, fire, magical weapons) Torture and physical brutality Threats of dismemberment and monstrous transformations Non-consensual power dynamics Coercion, forced proximity, and captivity Extreme sexual content with dark elements BDSM themes, impact play, restraints, and pain-pleasure dynamics Blood play and biting Psychological manipulation Terror, panic, and fear responses Emotional abuse and degradation language Self-loathing, trauma responses, and

She opened it—pages parting easily now, as though the book recognized her exhaustion and offered no resistance. She flipped past the early chapters she had already memorized. Deeper. To the sections she had only skimmed before, too afraid to linger. *Control of the Undead* The script here was denser, colder. Diagrams of binding circles, sigils of domination, lists of names for the restless dead. Zombies—simple thralls of flesh, bound by will alone. Ghouls—carrion-eaters, drawn by hunger, controlled through offerings of meat and bone.

A branch in its endless, gnarled roots. And then, the darkness fractured. Light. It was a flicker, a sudden flash of brightness that felt like fire on his skin. Ben’s eyes snapped open, and he gasped, pulling in air that tasted like ash. His body jerked with the instinct to flee, but there was nowhere to run. He was still on the cold ground, but the forest was no longer just an empty abyss. It was a labyrinth, a twisted landscape of trees with faces carved into their trunks, eyes staring out at him, watching, waiting.

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

“Aren’t you going to sleep yet?” Calvin leaned against the pillow, patting the edge of the bed. “Sit down first. Stay with me and read for a while.” What the hell was he reading? Did he even have time for that? Adriana looked at the cover. It was an English edition of And Then There Were None. Was he afraid his dreams wouldn’t be scary enough? “Reading such a mind-bending book before bed will disturb your sleep and give you nightmares.” Calvin had casually pulled the book off the shelf, only to find it was a British detective novel. But he didn’t feel like looking for another one, so he simply started reading. “Compared to insomnia, having nightmares is actually a good thing.”