Booktok Horror Novels & Stories

she gives me a warm smile and just shakes her head before she nods and turns back to placing the books on the shelves. I quickly come across a book on bonds, but it takes me ages to find one about demons. I search through every book and shelf until, finally, at the very top, I spot a small, extremely dusty book. Although it doesn’t explicitly say “demons,” its title, “Monsters of Our World,” is the closest I can find.

"Get away from him!" He fumbled with the knots, his fingers trembling so violently he could barely grip the nylon ropes. The children watched, their expressions shifting from triumph to a hollow, dawning confusion. "But Teacher," Toby whispered, his voice small. "He was so white. And he always stayed in the shadows. He looked just like the monsters in the book."

The next second, the Patchwork Monster tore the man in half. He tossed the body outside casually. Just then, a crisp, bell-like voice sounded outside. “It’s after work hours, who’s so rude as to be throwing bodies around?” A young girl with three heads and eight arms appeared at the doorway. With just one look at the shop, anger filled her voice, and her hair stood on end. “Who the hell had a death wish and smashed the Number One Must-Eat shop in the entire horror game?”

"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."

Majority of the vampires agreed and their angry yells of ‘yes’ could be heard. “Two weeks ago, I journeyed to Athens to relay the good news to the Elders, about the Blackburn being alive, but I was disappointed to know that it is no news to them because they knew all this while,” Aamon’s expression darkened now. “The Elders have been keeping things from us for too long. They can never be trusted anymore. I decided to act on my own and with Kyle, I was able to get the witch to speak yesterday. There is a sacred book written by the Fathers of the early church after the time of the witch trials. It talks about a prophecy that will bring an end to our immortality.”

I glared at the book till I was on my bed and the book never opened - maybe it is my illusion. I ducked myself into the sheets and this time I could hear the flipping of a book - The book. I was scared as hell because when I was still young, I read a lot of horror stories without the consent of my mother, Nahigra. I stared until the last flip of a page. Gradually and slowly as I can, I left my bed to see what my eyesight can't comprehend. To my surprise, it was still that same chapter and a phrase written in bold, "WHEN EVERYTHING GOES SOUTH, DO NOT GO NUT?"

Everything now seemed a trap, a sinister game orchestrated by unseen hands. With every heartbeat, she thought she heard ghostly footsteps approaching her walls. She clutched the blanket to her chest like a child clutching a comforting toy, but the terror was greater than any blanket, thicker than any wall. Her eyes leaped to the table, where the book still lay. Its dark cover glinted faintly under a sliver of moonlight, as if it were watching her, as if its earlier fall had been a message, not an accident.

I just wanted to borrow one book, and first thing tomorrow morning, I’d return it to where it belonged. I turned the doorknob and pushed it open slowly, stepping into his spacious, pitch-black room. Without needing to turn on the main light, I already knew exactly where his bookshelf was. So, I chose to leave the room in darkness, letting only a faint glow from the hallway seep in through the crack in the door. I walked toward the shelf, assuming the horror book was in its usual spot. But it was empty. Since I couldn’t see in the dark, I finally decided to turn around and head toward the light switch.

Logan puffed his chest in pride, and Asher laughed at his best friend’s antics. He remembered Ronan Leon, a man with a habit of kidnapping teenage girls with blonde hair and hazel eyes. He tortured, raped and then sliced his victims. He had killed at least eleven before the Shadow Crawlers ended him for good. Ronan was a human and Asher wondered how much worse a human could be when compared to the supernaturals to commonly coined as monsters. “Alright, stop whining like a puppy and I will take it.” Asher climbed into the driver’s seat.

Black future, large black skull with a glass tabletop, bookshelf’s that looked like coffins, and Blood Red Pentagram in the middle of the room. “Is this what I think it is?” “Well, yeah, the way you’re going to summoning your demon tonight. By the way, here is the book you’re going to need for the ritual.” The book was an old leather book, that I was almost afraid to touch it. As he hands the book to me that I looked through it to see so many odd writings of things that just made no sense to me. Before I knew it that Aaron turns the pages to show me a page with a Pentagram on it with more handwriting.