Best Spooky Thriller Books Novels & Stories

she murmured, tilting her head. Drawn by fascination, she found the rolling ladder attached to the bookshelf and climbed carefully. Her fingers trailed over several thick volumes—Blood Oaths and Moonlight, Fangs of Fire, The Treaty of Shadows. The illustrations on the covers were beautiful yet chilling, with fanged creatures, glowing eyes, and moons stained crimson. With great care, she pulled down four books and descended, arms full. She found the oversized reading chair near the window and curled into it, flipping open the first book.

I placed the book back on the shelf and continued to scan the titles. ‘Understanding the Order and Hierarchy of Vampires.’ The book wasn't what I was looking for, but it did pique my interest. I stepped down from the stool and blew the dust off the front cover. Oh, shit! I screamed and dropped the book as a spider crawled over the opening page. I watched the spider stroll down the red carpet until it was out of sight and then picked up the book, looking around, half expecting someone to come due to the noise I was making. But when no one did, I continued.

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.

To my readers: I hope you like this book. This is my 1st book down the horror genre with magic and romance all wrapped around it. It is a combination of Dark Dreams and Dream Walking… Enjoy! Prologue It was a crowded night that summer in Savannah Ga, with the tourists and locals spilling onto the sidewalks from the many restaurants that lined the famous Riverwalk. People had been coming to Savannah every year for the ghost hunts and shopping. People roamed in and out of the clubs laughing and talking without a clue that evil lurked so close. Cabs zipped by Norman without a care. Norman knew things were different because he would get his dues today. He had walked into the crappy thrift shop

That was when I saw it. Behind Elias, in the corner of his dimly lit room, something moved. It wasn't a shadow; it was too textured, too substantial. It was a pale, elongated shape, draped in what looked like damp, gray linen. It didn't walk; it flowed, a rhythmic pulse of movement that defied the physics of a human body. It raised an arm—if you could call that spindly, multi-jointed appendage an arm—and reached toward the back of Elias’s head. My stomach dropped. Every instinct I possessed, honed by years of watching horror movies and reading urban legends, screamed at me. That wasn't a trick of the light. That wasn't a glitch. It was looking at me.

"What do you like to write?" "I don't know yet. The strange and unusual fascinates me." He pauses. "I read a lot of horror books. Do you like horror?" "Yes." I start to make a joke of his question, something about how close it is to my heart, but a feeling of deja vu sweeps over me. The feeling startles me, for I haven't had it in centuries. The sensation is intense; I put a hand to my head to steady myself, while searching for the source of it. Seymour reaches out to help, and once more I feel the sickness flowing beneath his skin. I am not sure of the nature of his disease, but I have a good idea what it is.

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.

After resting for a while, they walked around and saw a bookstore which they both agreed to enter. She was reading the back of Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen when Jacob asked her. “What do you say let’s read horror books? Like the ones we watched today?” “Eh? I’m scared. You go read first, then give me a summary, then I’ll decide. Haha!” “Roger!” as he picked The Dunwich Horror and Others by H.P. Lovecraft and IT by Stephen King. They finished book shopping, it was around three in the afternoon when Jacob invited her to go somewhere else.

, Ashton said. I ignored them and went to check for an interesting book that I could purchase. Jack and Ashton kept on talking and laughing but I didn’t pay them any attention. Jack was funny and I liked that about him. I found a book that seemed nice and pulse-racing, Blood Brothers by Nora Roberts.

he said. Paoli gave him a pained smile. "I do know that, and I appreciate it. But my concern isn't for me," he said. He took a deep breath and seemed to reach a decision at last. "As you know, I've been reading on werewolves tonight. I think I've come across something that might explain what's happening between you and Emily," he said. He turned and retrieved a heavy tome from the counter behind him, then walked over and sat it in front of William. It was a beautiful book with a hand-woven navy-blue front cover. It was decorated with ancient magic symbols, long forgotten by all but a select few. Paoli opened the book with one hand and pointed out the section.