Creepy Stories Book Novels & Stories

“Everything is perfect. I simply prefer consistency. And I enjoy our conversations. Do you mind if you stay a little longer today? I would like the company while you work.” I hesitated for only a second. “I can stay for a while. As long as I finish my other rooms on time.” He smiled and gestured toward the seating area. “Take your time. Talk to me while you work. Tell me what you are reading for your literature classes right now.” I started with the bed, pulling the sheets tight while answering. “We are studying gothic romance this week. Stories full of secrets and dangerous attractions. The kind where the heroine knows she should stay away but cannot.”

Without another second of hesitation, I pushed open the door and walked into the unknown… “Daisy” This time it was a low baritone voice that sent shivers to my spine. “Gorgeous little thing” another said, emerging from the darkness with hungry lustful eyes. I felt a tingling sensation in my coochie. From nowhere, I felt a presence behind me, followed by a gentle graze of a finger on the back of my neck. I’m not kidding when I say I felt something slide down my thighs. Is it possible to be that wet….enough to make you drip?

Elusive, complex, poetic and sophisticated. 65. Hotel Transylvania BY CHELSEA QUINN YARBRO This is the first book of a huge series that goes through all kinds of historical periods, following the vampire Comte de Saint-Germain. Haven't read the others, but this one is excellent. 66. The Vampire Tapestry BY SUZY MCKEE CHARNAS Five related stories featuring the mysterious vampire Dr. Edward Weyland. Quite beautifully done. 67. The Delicate Dependency, A Novel Of The Vampire Life

So Proserpina moves on to the next row, then the next one, and the next one, on and on until she was literally kneeling like a child on the floor when she finally comes across a book third to the last on the bottom row in between a skinny book and leather bound one; the book was silver-gray, small and light in her hands and the cover seemed to have some sort of glossy material in it as it twinkled when she turned it here and there… ‘Kind of a child’s storybook,’ she noted. The book was almost as big as her palm and seemed to have pages as what one would expect from a novelette. She carefully opens it up to the first page–not wanting to have a repeat of another destroyed book because a destro

The next day, Caitlin and Kathryn went back to Creeksville on their mother’s order to find the girl’s family and see what the people are up to and while Kathryn won’t stop talking, Caitlin’s mind drifted back to the two priests she saw yesterday and what she overheard. The priest, Aiden, had referred to them as demons taking the form of humans and he had said they will be responsible for the end of the world. It was not as if it has never crossed her mind about the dangers lurking because of the other Covens, especially the Lifeblood Coven that is ruled by Aamon. At least, he was the reason for the different Covens they have now after the death of Lady Renee, the human wife of Lord Dante. Bu

With some effort, I managed to push it open, revealing an enormous underground chamber. My breath caught in my throat. The chamber was filled with rows upon rows of old books and scrolls—an ancient library dedicated to werewolf lore and magic. The walls were lined with shelves crammed with forgotten knowledge, and in the center of the room stood a large, intricately carved table covered in tomes and manuscripts. I approached the table, my eyes scanning the titles. Many of the books were written in old, nearly forgotten languages, but one tome caught my attention. It was bound in dark leather, the title barely legible: "The Lament of the Moon."

Nodding toward the book he said, "Is this what you encountered?" I pulled the book closer. When Laeddin leaned in to see as well, I held my breath, fighting to ignore his beckoning blood. The book had pictures of skulls with smoke coming off them, their eyes glowed red. Human bodies bent at strange angles. The pictures definitely resembled what I'd seen happen with the man in the forest and with Abby. Several different kinds of names were given, but demura wasn't one of them. There also wasn't any information on how they could be killed. "I think so."

This shadow, this darkness with fangs, it had the power to stipulate how they dreamed and that made him crazy with need to blow the creature’s head off. “This is a local legend about nightmares, a satanic sorcerer, and black magic. It is titled as Shadows and Blood, and is 50 years old. Folklore, through songs and words and this guy had recorded it down, a little and a lot of his own story.” She looked at the book, biting her lips, forehead crinkling in concentration. “Sound gory and ancient and I have never heard of this.” Art said as he struggled to open his tired eyes. It burned from the lack of sleep. Aurora looked tired as well, but she was dogged to finish the book, to find anything mo

Little did I know, the spark was about to become a raging inferno, courtesy of something far beyond the mortal realm. It started on a rainy Friday night. I’d come home exhausted from a long week, my blouse clinging to my skin from the downpour outside. I kicked off my heels, letting them thud against the hardwood floor, and poured myself a glass of merlot. The apartment felt emptier than usual; my last girlfriend had left months ago, citing my “workaholic tendencies” as the reason. Truth be told, I missed the warmth of a body next to mine, the soft curves and whispered promises in the dark. To distract myself, I rummaged through the old box of junk in my closet— relics from my rebellious pha

Chapter One -PRISCA- I stormed into the bedroom, a red damp lace panties balled up tight in my fist. It had that cheap sweet perfume on them that definitely wasn’t mine. Peter was sprawled across our king-sized bed, snoring loud with his mouth hanging open, one leg thrown over the duvet like he owned the whole damn world. The sight of him lying there made my stomach twist with pure disgust. I walked straight to the bed and shook his shoulder hard.