Booktok Halloween Novels & Stories

It was this stupid thread in my chest that tied me not only to my love but to other people who I don’t even freaking know, let alone should care about at all. I felt fucking stupid. I shoulder open the metal door to the bookstore which was located in the same building as the dining hall. The bookstore consisted of everything we’d need for a successful school year. Which included the backpack Xaden had gotten for me. There were also journals, notebooks, pencils, erasers, and oddly enough, art supplies. I didn’t even know art was a class that could be taken here. There were also small ‘emergency wands’, first aid kits, fur coat shine, claw buffers, crystal balls, and tons of different charms,

She had never been in the midst of so many books and she was totally awed. As she moved past the shelves, a particular book caught her attention. It was dark and larger than the rest. She pulled it out, coughing slightly from the dust that had collected on it. Tiny insects scurried out as she took the book to one of the couches and settled on it. Annabelle Hale;this is my book of shadows. "Interesting title",Caleb commented from beside her. She was just about to write on the parchment and show it to him when they heard a loud sound.

I don’t know if it was a good news or not. “What do you mean her magic was alive?” nothing was making sense to me right now. witches and their terminologies. “We have to find Hecate. Something isn’t right and Ravenna is behind all of this. Listen we don’t have much time left. Bring me the book from your library, the one covered with animal skin.” “You mean the Book of Dead?” I asked. “You know last time you asked me to burn it if you asked me about it.” her eyes wandered across the room everywhere but mine.

He nodded slowly and before he could say anything more, the bedroom door swung open. Erick and Jess stood at the doorway; they were both breathless, so we knew they were running. Jess held one of the thickest books I had ever seen; it was a large brown book with golden decals swirled throughout the cover. In the front of the book, in a silvery oval was a white infinity symbol I didn’t quite recognize and then written in white above the symbol read: Book of Magic. “Woah…” I breathed, staring at the book. It was real.

The moral lesson was not for it. I looked out the window. Outside, the sun was setting over the isolated street. Somewhere in the city of Newburyport, three people were preparing for Halloween. A little girl dressed as a witch, a father dressed as a vampire, a mother dressed as a voodoo doll — an irony that made me smile. “Well…” I sat in my armchair, pulling the cat onto my lap. It purred, nestling against my legs. “Do you think they will come visit us one day? Lara and Dorian? Maybe they’ll bring the girl?”

I let them guide me, a current beneath thought. A narrow alcove waits at the back, hidden behind a leaning pillar. The air here tastes more still, more dangerous. One book sits alone on a blackwood lectern. No title on the cover. Only a sigil burned deep into the leather—a spiral of thorns encircling a single eye. The moment my palm touches it, the wards flare, tasting my bloodline. Fae. Trickster. The sigil loosens with a hiss, and the book falls open of its own will.

* “Pokka’s little body floated gently toward the window. The flame inside Rin’s lantern went out. “‘We shared so many wonders tonight. I’ll see you again next year.’ “With a soft little thunk, Pokka turned back into a tiny pumpkin. “Ruu meowed. “Rin was no longer afraid of Halloween. “‘The things I feared have become my friends,’ she thought. “And as she gazed up at the night sky, she drifted off to sleep. “The end.” The children had listened in complete silence, thoroughly absorbed in the story. Now they all began talking at once. “Halloween isn’t scary!” “I’m not afraid of ghosts either!” I watched them with a smile. Then I raised my head and caught a brief glimpse of a tall man standing i

I stare at the approaching road as I drive from the center of town back home, and I occasionally sip on a coffee I made and poured into a travel mug, but nothing seems to cure my grogginess. Halloween is around the corner and all the businesses around the lake have decorated their storefronts for the holiday. Webs line windows with giant spiders, skeletons stand at attention to usher customers inside, and the dentist's office has a window painting of three witches around a bubbling cauldron with a written offer to trade in candy at a dollar per pound.

She carried her weathered leather-bound book under her arm, the one I'd seen her clutch like it held the secrets of the universe. “We don’t have time for this,” she announced, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade. "Ryan is right. More supernaturals... the witches, the warlocks, the werewolves... are dying by the hundreds with every time we waste. And the death won't stop until there's nothing left." She set the book on the table with a heavy thud and flipped through its yellowed pages. The scent of old paper and faint magic filled the air. She stopped on an illustration that made my blood run cold.

I could only hope that she would have settled in again by tonight, because otherwise I would be allowed to sleep on the couch one night again - and it was really uncomfortable. Sighing, I leaned back and opened the completely tattered book again, which I actually already knew by heart. But I wanted to repeat as much as possible today so that I could get off to a good start tomorrow. I ran my finger over the familiar table of contents. Foreword, evolution, instinct, social life, physiology, reproduction, ancestry, stem groups and subspecies. How many times had I made this movement with my finger? I couldn't count it anymore, but it was like a little ritual I had to go through before I could s