Best Western Horror Novels Novels & Stories

The moon was shining bright to the world the why it shone it made them suspect the goddess was around. *** It was midnight time for the ceremony. The ceremony started ,five girls were ripped off and Anna got to witness it. She was trembling,she never watched a horror but now she was in the scene that was she thought. The last girl in front of her was ripped off, now it was her turn and the girl she met in the dungeon. When the big feared werewolf with bloody eyes came close to her . She closed her eyes ready for the worst to happen but nothing happened. She didn't feel the wolf's presences ,next thing she felt was a hug. She opened her eyes to see the girl from the dungeon hugging her.

Billy replied to my message, saying that we should meet later on at my and Anna’s place. I was a nerve wreck; everything about me just looked guilty or suspicious. I had Goosebumps every time somebody mentioned Sharon or Naledi’s names. I had to leave before I gave myself away, so I sneaked out before Anna could say ‘don’t’. I took a taxi to town, every newspaper headline that I saw that day was about the ‘Newtown murders’. It was like a scene from a movie. I quickly sprang to Faraday Taxi rank and took my last ride to Turffontein and waited for Billy there. Later in the afternoon, I got a text from Anna, informing me that she was going to be a bit late, that was a relief because it meant Bi

“Were these any help, detective?” “I’m afraid not,” I said, defeated. I was in a bit of a daze after staring at projected newsprint on the dim screen. I leaned on the desk and looked around the building absentmindedly until my eyes finally settled on a small sign hanging on a table covered with a neat stack of books. “Warning: The Library is Not Responsible for Nightmares!” I read out loud, walking over to look at the books. Well-worn volumes with pink skulls grinning back at me from stickers on their spines. Dracula. Frankenstein. The Invisible Man.

These are the questions a bookstore owner face when a mysterious book shows up. Samurai and Other Stories by William Meikle—No one can handle Scottish folklore with elements of the darkest horror, science fiction and fantasy, suspense and adventure like William Meikle. The Dark at the End of the Tunnel by Taylor Grant—Offered for the first time in a collected format, this selection features ten gripping and darkly imaginative stories by Taylor Grant, a Bram Stoker Award® nominated author and rising star in the suspense and horror genres. Grant exposes the terrors that hide beneath the surface of our ordinary world, behind people’s masks of normalcy, and lurking in the shadows at the farthest

III The night was dark, darker than any other night before. Iltiras walked down the lonely path, the darkness didn’t bother him. He was more than curious what will happen on this path in the middle of the night. Stories were told about power-eating demons and faeries that attack travelers around midnight. He wanted to see them for himself, or as he liked to say with eyes unclouded. No one really dared to walk the path alone; no one wanted to because of the trees and their long, dreadful shadows, which fell on them, that looked like men with bony fingers that ended with talons. The leaves in their bases were bloody red in color. His leg stepped on one of the piles that were in his way, he exp

His wrinkled face looked like it was crawling with countless wriggling worms. I shuddered and stepped back, whispering to Silvia, "Good thing I've got you. This place is terrifying." She snorted and suddenly shoved me forward, straight toward George. With an icy laugh, she said, "This pretty boy will make a great offering. You're going to love him." Before I could react, George gestured, and several eerie puppets stepped forward to pin me down and drain my blood. A sharp bell rang out, echoing through the night.

While I was making my research, I noticed other doctors looking at me weirdly. I tried to ignore it, seeing as I already got used to the side remarks but today's looks felt different. Just then the alarms rang and the speakers blasted “code red code red code red” then chaos broke out. I could hear screams from the west wing. The patients' wing. Oh no.

“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.”

Any thoughts or wants to follow a certain character and dive into them? Below is a small glimpse into book two, I hope you enjoy it as much as I’ve enjoyed creating this mini world. —— glimpse to book. Two - wildwood: Veins of the earth. After Varethkaal is sealed, Clara and Ashani uncover evidence that WildWood was only one node in a network of ancient, sleeping powers. The roots of these dark entities—known to the Yanuwah as the Deep Ones—spread beneath ley lines and forgotten places. Now, something has begun to stir in the northwest, near a coastal town where strange weather, disappearances, and madness are creeping inland. Emily’s spirit lingers, tethered to the new node… and a child, bo

He was lying face down, and face up, all at once. I live in that house now. I am the village "fixer." And every night, I listen to the scratching beneath the floorboards. I don't fear the ones that crawl. I fear the ones that wait. Because now I know that the most terrifying thing in the world isn't death—it’s a corpse that refuses to close its eyes.