Books Horror Genre Novels & Stories

“The tension. The rush of adrenaline. The thrill. My heart banging in my chest when I know something really, really bad is about to happen to a character. What’s there not to love?” What was there not to love? Horror was happiness. Horror was life. Horror was something I never wanted to experience, so I got satisfaction from reading about fake people having them. “Then I’m sure you’ll appreciate my library. Half of it is dedicated to the horror genre.” “Really?” I looked up at him with a large, silly grin on my face. “Yes.” Dante coughed and cleared his throat, caught off guard by my childlike excitement. “I wouldn’t mind giving you a tour later. And I could lend you some books.”

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.

I hope I do not end up screaming so loudly that my baby decides to make an early entrance into the world. I have always preferred romance novels over any other genre. There is something comforting about them, even if they do not always reflect reality. Horror, on the other hand, fills me with dread. It gives me a wild imagination, and I often end up with nightmares after reading or watching anything scary. I remember the times in school when my roommates would roll their eyes at me during horror movies because I could not stop screaming. Eventually, they would kick me out of the room, and I would miss the rest of the movie. The memory makes me giggle, though it is tinged with a hint of nosta

I suppose it's probably for the best, I don't want him anywhere near this mess, if it were up to me he would have never been exposed to this whole other world. "Everything is fine." I don't even know why I'm saying that. I have three demons in my house and two of them are trying to kill me. "Go back to my room. Everything is going to be fine...." I don't even get to finish that sentence as Soliaire surprises me by finally driving his hand into my flesh, grasping my heart and ultimately burning me. I didn't see it coming because my eyes were sorely on Sky and that gave Soliaire the perfect diversion.

Enzo explained and Callum snapped his eyes in horror. "Otherwise they would have harmed Stephen". He said in a terrified tone. "They wouldn’t have actually. Since Stephen is hybrid. It's a bit different with him. The pack would have stood by him. Ace and Zol are vampires. They can only punish a vampire. Are you getting my point"? This time Max spoke.

I blabbered nervously. “Well, I thought you’re some kind of easy-going cheerful kind of girl, I never thought that you’re actually into classic horror movies”. “Hey, I AM an easy-going cheerful kind of girl. Since when a cheerful girl isn't allowed to watch horror movies? Or maybe I should wear all black, wear goth makeups like black lipstick so it’ll match ?” I argued. “Okay, okay… you win. I agreed that sometimes personality types and appearances have nothing to do with movie preferences. Are we cool?”. He asked and smiled at me.

"He's one of the most infamous, but compared to some of the other men in that book, and women, he was child's play." "I didn't think you'd be interested in something like this." "It's basic psychology, Comrade. We're interested in the macabre and gruesome." She explained. "It's why horror sells, things like bloody video games exist because of it, and, of course, violence. We're fascinated by it. I'm going to guess when you picked up that book, you were hesitant to open it and find what was inside, but you did anyway, and you were drawn in."

His parents attended an important dinner function at the Moonstar Hotel by the Bay View Area and they told them that they might come home late. A slight breeze blew from the West. Old folks used to tell in their bedtime stories by the fireplace that this is an ominous sign. They say that vile creatures hunt for their prey during these times. Mark knew all about this since he is an avid fan of mystery-horror stories. Yet he told himself a thousand times that evening these are just figments of his wild imagination. Nothing horrible is going to befall his parents. They are both good souls and God is watching over them from above.

I stayed with Adley in her small living room, watching horror movies about creatures that didn’t exist in this world, until darkness smothered the outside world, peeking in through the sheer curtains that made their living room feel all too exposed. “Zombies always give me the creeps.” Adley shuddered, “There’s something so scary about coming back from the dead, having your face and limbs rot like that. Bleh, no thank you.” “I can’t be afraid of zombies, not when things like ghouls and Librarian’s exist.” I let out a hearty laugh, trying to imagine a hoard of zombies maneuvering through the forest at night.

Jaxon nodded appreciatively at the explanation. “The Vampire and Druid Factions are also returning. This means we’ll have a full house again. By now we’re accustomed to it. I expect everyone to be on their best behaviour. We’re the hosts. Talks will also begin on building a permanent plan for future events, such as these. This means your reports must include all the issues you have with your involvement. Your ability to function. Improvements for future missions. We need your input.” Gregory took a breath. “The last reported location of the barguest was the old Colton graveyard. It headed northwest. The creature is the size of three to four shifter wolves. It also has magic that allows it to