Best Supernatural Horror Books Novels & Stories

He might kick me out and I would just die. “This is amazing,” I managed to whisper, still breathless at the sight. “You like it?” “Like it?” My amazement hung in my voice, and I spun on my heels to face Dante, who was leaning at the door. “Are you kidding me? I am in love with it. It’s like heaven on earth.” The corner of Dante’s lips twitched. “The best part is that more than half of the books are horror, thriller and paranormal.” “No fricken way!” My jaw dropped, and I held back the girlie squeal that hung in my throat. And I thought this place couldn’t get any better.

said Clay. Jenna sighed, “There is nothing in any of our history books about this war. Supernaturals are just make-believe.” Clay nodded, “But you came from a different timeline, so maybe you’re the key to changing everything.” "In books, supernaturals are scary. Vampires kill humans and drink their blood, dragons are ferocious, werewolves are feared, and witches are deemed crazy.” Jenna said with a look of worry on her face. Both men smiled, “So most of that is true, but we all follow rules and a code.”

She left the map and picked up a book, ignoring both Sebastian and I. " The lightning mark, is the mark of a supernatural, it was given long ago but their kind have been wiped out by either evil people or unforeseen circumstances, the girl you saw in your dream is a supernatural" she read from the book and turned to Orion. " That girl is a supernatural, I don't know her connection with Delaury but there's a problem somewhere, I can't tell you what to do because I don't remember anything even though I want to, but I'm only helping" " I know you are, I just don't know --"

"So sure." The book spun faster under his touch. Pages blurred together until they were just streaks of light and shadow. Then it stopped, settling on a page that looked like all the others but somehow wasn't. "She borrowed and returned the Bloodline Codex." "What is that?" "It is a book that records all supernatural houses. The ones that matter at least." My phone chimed. I fumbled for it, nearly dropping the stack of books in the process. The message was short and impersonal.

I couldn't handle another round of twenty questions about why I'd left school early. How exactly do you tell your cop father that a guy just called you his "mate" and your entire body went haywire? Yeah, that conversation wasn't happening. I collapsed onto my bed, surrounded by the comfort of my weird little room. Most girls had pop stars on their walls. I had vintage horror movie posters, sketches of werewolves, and a truly concerning collection of vampire novels. What can I say? The supernatural had always called to me, even as a kid. My current book was still sitting on my nightstand where I'd left it this morning - "Moon Bound," another werewolf romance that Amy would probably roll her e

I left it charging, so they could use it for as long as they wanted, and if what ghost hunters said was true, they could also draw energy from the battery at the same time. Back to the kitchen, I put to cook, wondering what I could watch over dinner. YouTube kept suggesting me a compilation of the best paranormal evidence captured by the infamous Haunters. No matter how many times I tapped the option to not show it anymore, it kept popping up. So after checking there was nothing interesting to watch anywhere else, I decided I could always have a good laugh and sat to have dinner and watch the rockstars scream like little girls. The moment Brandon Price started his weird off-camera narration,

"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

He tells me. “Why this particular book?” I asked him. He looks at me with a grave look in his eyes. “This is the ddark hold” He says and I immediately step back. “No, that's not possible,; theddark holdwas lost to time.” I tell him. “That's what I thought too, but when I was getting books for the library, I somehow stumbled upon it.” He says,like it was just lying around waiting for him to find it. “The most powerful book against the supernatural and you just stumbled upon it?” I asked him and the disbelief was clear in my voice.

The dark veins on her neck moved slightly with her pulse. -- Lucian had left three boxes of books stacked against the far wall of the main room and I opened the first one and started reading and did not stop for hours. Most of it was terrifying in the specific way that information is terrifying when it confirms the worst thing you were already afraid of. Soul possession through blood magic. The host soul weakens incrementally with each surfacing of the invading consciousness. Over time the host's grip on their own body becomes unreliable, then intermittent, then absent. The invader does not kill the host. They simply crowd them out, slowly, until there is nothing of the original person left

She stirred it with the blade, chanting in a tongue Chloe didn’t recognize, guttural and old, each syllable vibrating through the air like a storm building. The air grew heavy. Zoe clutched the edge of her chair. “Melinda… something’s… something’s moving.” The candle flames bent inward, their light strangled by a sudden gustless darkness. Shadows crawled up the walls, merging, forming shapes that writhed and dissolved before the eyes could focus. Chloe’s pulse hammered. The circle beneath her seemed to hum. Melinda’s voice rose, sharp and commanding now: “By blood and fear, by the vow of the living to the dead,