Novel & Cerita Booktok Horror Books

But Becky owned her nerdy, geeky side. In the study, they split off and got down to search. It took hours combing through the books. They didn’t appear to be disturbed all that much. A few showed evidence of recently being removed from their place, but beyond that, nothing jumped out at Gemma. The section where books on lore and the supernatural appeared the most disturbed.

"Well, I read that when nonhumans fall in love they become obsessive and you are really obsessed with Sky. It's not a bad thing but why else would you get married at seventeen?" "And where exactly did you read that?" She finally reveals what she's holding behind her back, it's a book. "Ok Sunday I went at the library even though it was my day off. I went there to clear my head. My boss asked me to rearrange some of the shelves. Some of the books were very old," she hands me the book. "Some more than others." "What's this?" I ask and my heart skips a beat when I open it. "I hid it before anyone else could see it."

They were self-explanatory, and she would be able to tell which part of the book was most promising. She flipped through until she reached the back of the book with the cautionary tales. She skipped over the first one about Lysander, and the next few didn't seem promising either. Story after story passed by, and she was about to give up and read it closely for hints . . . until the very last section. Her fingers froze, her breath caught in her chest, and horror coursed through her veins as she read the title of the section: 'Blood Magic and the Creation of the Vampire-Human Child'

I have no idea. The books were old, some pages are rotten and smell like mushrooms in a wet forest. I smiled when I realized that these books were precious. And they were all about my kind, the Helsings. For hours, all I did was read and get drowned in these pile of books. I have never been flooded with knowledge unlike before. The more I got absorbed into the pages, the more this hatred towards the corrupted vampires grew. It was eye-opening. Written on the page was,

Seeing titles like 'Minerals and Gemstones' and 'Animals of the Sahara', I knew I was in the science section. I had to search three more sections: languages, music, and mathematics, before I finally found the section that housed the books on the supernatural. At first, all the books I see are about werewolves. Walking further down the row, the topics change from werewolves to vampires to witches. At the very end of the row, in a small section, nearly invisible unless you are looking for it, stand the books about lycans. I decide to start with trying to find what ingredients may have been used in the sedative Clay gave me.

he says grimly, “curses are caused by a terribly evil form of black magic. Their history is fraught with death and gore. I’m not so positive that Lycan Atwood would be pleased with such horrors filling your young mind.” I push my chair back and stand without entirely meaning to. “Please,” I say quietly. “It’s really important to me.” Robert sighs, passing his thin hand over his face before nodding wearily and crossing the room to a locked cabinet with rows of books behind thick glass. He pulls a key out of his pocket and unlocks the cabinet, pulling out one of the books and walking back over to me. He hands it to me, and I read the cover as he walks back to the chalkboard.

They were monsters, created to plant nightmares in people's heads and this sight would cause Maddox again one or two sleepless nights, because before someone had put a bullet in this Iuba, he had ripped the blond woman's throat out . Maddox gritted his teeth and jumped over them outside into the garden and into a bloody hell. There were screams, wails, and sounds of pain. The Iubas growl and bite filled the air. There were so many that at first glance he couldn't see them all, but what he saw were the two little, red-haired girls on the hedge in front of the fence. And also the big Iuba, who jumped straight at her.

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.

And I treat many people to coffee and tea for free - no need to worry about this. The coffee machine rattled noisily, grinding beans. —Where is your section with horror literature? Thrillers? “Everywhere,” Yuna looked around at all the shelves in her field of vision. — We have a shop with a narrow specialization, there is practically no popular literature, especially sentimental prose, women’s fantasy and ironic detective stories. But there is a variety of alternatives, horror, mysticism, thrillers, dystopias. In general, we buy everything that other stores take for testing sales. With second-hand books, things are similar.

Surprisingly, I don't find the idea disturbing. Feeling boredom as it sets in quickly, I make my way over to the bookshelf. I start to peruse the titles and am shocked at what I find. I see the House of Night Series, The Twilight Series, Forbidden Knowledge, Harry Potter Trilogy, and various books on Military Protocols all with black covers. The books are all in good condition too. Not interested in any of the military books I reach for the first book in the House of Night Series. As I take the book over to the couch to settle in, the door swings open.