Carrie Stephen King Novels & Stories

"I am Trevor and I am the vampire king. What is your name, woman?" The vampire king asked Celestine who was still shaking in fear. Her eyes widened when she heard what he said. If he was the vampire king then the vampire story was real. But who was the woman that awaken him?

She let out a breath as she thought about it, she had only been here a month but she understood the feeling she hadn’t known there was this kind of kindness in the world. “will you let her go?” she whispered to dius not turning Barry's eyes widened “i do not think...” “let her go” dius said behind her “my king...” barry began “you heard her.... let her go” dius said again The womans eyes were saucers as barry let go roughly. She pulled down to were the steak protruded from her leg, pulling it out quickly then just as quickly she shoved it into the womans chest just shy of her heart. The woman coughed up blood into her face, the look on that face priceless to her

, Sacha muttered, freaking me out as I grabbed Lanie's phone from her, reading the headline at the same time Sacha said, her excitement palpable as dread coated my bones, "You were photographed with Jacob St. Laurent" "I'll call you back, Sash", I said into the phone before ending the call as I shrieked, "Whattt", rereading the headline again, 'THE KING OF VAMPIRES SPOTTED WITH A HUMAN'. I scanned down the article, complete with pictures of me and Jacob in his car this evening as we drove out of the Ridlers. The obvious disdain behind the word, 'human' not lost on me Lanie didn't even wait for me to hand her back her phone before she rapidly started firing off her questions,

Hadn’t the former owner of Arcane Delights, Brian Ellison, recently passed away after Alzheimer’s and dementia had stolen his mind? No. Brian Ellison still owned and operated Arcane Delights. Didn’t he? John had bought several old Stephen King novels there, only last week. Hadn’t he? Drawn by the memory of the Stephen King novels he’d purchased (he swore only last week), his gaze slid to the huge, handmade wooden shelf next to his office door, which of course was his Stephen King shelf. He owned nearly every one of King’s books and multiple paperback copies of his favorites: It, Salem’s Lot, Pet Semetary, Christine and The Dead Zone.

Wait and I will use a cheap knife for killing them. I stood up from the bed and go to my comfort room to pee. It’s already 3:00 am, I realized it’s the devil hour and I got up from a shitty dream. I finished peeing and immediately go to my bed. I roamed my eyes around. Ace is my next target yet I can’t finalize my plan. It was too hard to think of a successful plan how to kill them all. I am running out of ideas. I think I need to watch some suspense, mystery, thriller movies to help me give ideas. It wasn’t my intention to classify horror movies as cheap.

I put my forehead to his and tightened my grip on his nape. We concealed our platinum blond hair under our heavy cloaks to hide our identity on our way to the meet, though the crawlers already knew who we were since we were the only beings with cloaks. They also knew what we were capable of and most stayed away from us. "Our true king had given us the word, the succubus will die soon," I said to Cato, remembering the message that was passed on to me by the anonymous crawlers who were now detained at king Armand's dungeon. I made sure they knew who they were dealing with when one of them decided to speak their mind. The lowly demon spoke in crawleans when they demanded that I free them. Then

Her father, the king, made attempt to lay her to rest in secret but after sunrise the next day when little her had ventured to her mother's grave to send her flowers, her mother had dug her wat out if the grace, now one if the hideous creatures, a blood suckers. "Look!" Her eyes snapped open and fixated itself on the grave. "It's moving, it's moving!"

“Well, the check cleared, I’ll say that much.” “I hear you. Didn’t Stephen King say something once about how a bad movie version of one of his books can’t actually tarnish the book; that it’s still fine up on the shelf, something along those lines?” “Actually, I think he was quoting James M. Cain.” “I’ll take your word for it. You’re the writer, after all.” The young man held out his hand. “By the way, I’m Tobias Silver, but my friends call me—” “Let me guess, Toby?”

“I don’t know. I try not to think too much about how much love he has for me. It’s overwhelming sometimes.” He turned to me. “That’s exactly what it is. Overwhelming. That man could kill himself if it meant satisfying you.” A car pulled into the driveway. Paul pointed toward it. “You might want to get back into bed.” I looked down. A man in a white coat was stepping out of the passenger seat, carrying a small black bag. Oh fuck. I didn’t ask questions. I hurried back inside and slipped under the covers. I could faintly hear the voices coming up the stairs.

Everyone had one question: who killed him and why? ‘Friends!’, he cried again to attract attention. Everyone looked at him. ‘ I know, you don’t know me. Neither do you consider me as one of yours? But tonight a crime has been committed. Your king has been murdered.’ Again whispering arose. ‘ Who killed him?’, someone asked. -‘Where is Karseus?’, another one joined. -‘Why should we listen to whatever you have to say? Who are you?’, the third one put in.