Best Scary Book To Read Novels & Stories

Could it be we landed ourselves right amid werewolves? Frantic, I rush and grab as many books as I can. I sit in the corner and just with the first chapter of the first book I open, my fears are proven to be correct!

From what I hear, they seem to value it very highly. When he finally stops, I also stop at a particularly thick book called Werewolves, Spires, and Shifters: Complete Edition. On the front is a picture of a menacing werewolf ready to devour a human and a human fighting a truly horrible Shifter with a strange spear. I pull it off the rest, hiding it behind me.

I glared at the book till I was on my bed and the book never opened - maybe it is my illusion. I ducked myself into the sheets and this time I could hear the flipping of a book - The book. I was scared as hell because when I was still young, I read a lot of horror stories without the consent of my mother, Nahigra. I stared until the last flip of a page. Gradually and slowly as I can, I left my bed to see what my eyesight can't comprehend. To my surprise, it was still that same chapter and a phrase written in bold, "WHEN EVERYTHING GOES SOUTH, DO NOT GO NUT?"

I wanted to read it at that moment but something was telling me otherwise. I badly wanted to read it but there was no way I could do that, it was just too complicated. Calming my nervous self I opened the book hoping he wouldn't see something that would scare the hell out of me. But who was I for the moon goddess that listened to my prayers? She had never listened to my prayers and I was sure of it. The first sentence I saw inside the book was no less horrifying than the first one. I would say it was on the same level and I was even more scared when I saw it.

Scarlet's POV I gaps so hard that my lungs hurt when I hear the strange voice speaking from the book. I step back in shock as I clutch my hands around the end of the wall, breathing heavily in fear. The sound of the voice stir up some reaction that my body automatically activates it's flight survival mode. The hairs all over my body are on edge and I begin to take off out of the room when I immediately flare the door open. I’ve never seen a book talking.

Maybe just a little more, I would meet a shelter. Around five minutes later, a dangerous howl erupted in the forest. Sending a chilling sensation all over my body. My heart thumped wildly against my ribcage. If what I read in the book about the beast were true, then it must be able to hear my heart singing in fear and feel the terror in me. The scary howl from the beast didn’t stop; it grew louder, closer even. The ground shook as if several horses were galloping toward me. I turned my head in slow motion. There I saw the scariest living beings looking at me.

That's strange. "This book, I can feel it now. It's no ordinary book, there's something very strange, no rather unique about this book. I feel a strong energy radiating from it and it's creating some kind of connection with me. We have to find out what it is, this feeling is so surreal." Tara said and this only got me more excited. I knew there was a reason why I'd picked the book in the first place. "The book doesn't even have a title, are you sure you want to read it? What if it's some really scary horror story that'll cause you to have terrible nightmares after you read it?" Kayden questioned and I threw him a look that depicted. 'Seriously?'

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.

“No, you didn’t. I remember, and I appreciate that. But… you must know that with the lights on, even this small lamp, you’ll be able to see how hideous I truly am.” She’s shaking her head as if she can’t believe it, so I feel compelled to describe myself. “Have you ever read those children’s books, meant to horrify young people not to go into the woods at night, that talk about werewolves?” “Yes.” She sits up straight in her chair, leaning in.