Dark Horror Books Novels & Stories

Finally, just what I needed, an angel. "You survived." "Barely." She handed me the coffee. "I figured you'd need this." I accepted it with a grateful smile. You are officially my favourite person." "I know."She glanced around before lowering her voice. "...They're getting worse." "You didn't think I noticed?" "No, I mean worse." She unlocked her phone and showed me the student forum. There were new posts. BLACKTHORN CONFESSIONS Adrian Laurent and Elena Carter spotted together again. Another.

- I replied, indignant. - It doesn't matter what time it is.- my mother interjected.- You are not allowed to walk in this forest after dark. Even during the day, it's not completely safe there, a vampire hangs around this woods. And don't even tell me you didn't feel it when you wandered there.- she added, to my surprise, although I shouldn't be surprised, after all, my mother was more powerful than me and was able to sense all kinds of creatures from a great distance. - I felt it only once, late in the evening, at the end of the previous year.- I confessed, quite truthfully.- I never felt it during the day, and today I returned home after dark for the first time in a long while.- I reminded

We arrive at Dead Man’s Woods. It is dark, silent. Donnie only lives 5 minutes away from here via a shortcut path. “Ready for some real scary stuff?” he laughs. “I don’t mind scary.” I say with a slight smile. “Good Saunders. No pain, no gain.” Xane chuckles. “What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask. “Ignore him he’s being a jackass.” Donnie explains. I can’t help but go quiet. I’m in the middle of haunted woods where people get murdered or commit suicide and these fools have lured me here. Something is making my skin crawl about this.

Countless shelves lined with weathered books and scrolls stretched into the distance, promising untold secrets and forgotten wisdom. They made their way through the labyrinthine aisles, their eyes scanning the titles and searching for any mention of Lycans or black magic. Dust danced in the rays of sunlight that filtered through stained glass windows, lending an ethereal quality to their journey. Finally, they discovered a section dedicated to ancient legends and forbidden knowledge. The books here were wrapped in worn leather, their pages delicate and yellowed with age. Rey's fingers traced the spines until they settled upon a tome titled "The Chronicles of Shadows: Unveiling the Secrets of

Andros looked very angry with his whole body very thick blood red. For this one thing, look what will happen to humans who have turned into vampires and the vampires, these blood-sucking creatures. *****

Curiously I opened the book; the first page I saw, it had handwritten writing which looked very old and the pages were almost yellowish, it said “The sun will turn into darkness, and the moon into blood, before the great and dreadful day of the Lord’s arrival. He will come and claim what is his and the children of the night will bow down to it". I turned the page to read more but the book started to disappear from my hand. My vision went black and I posted back into my room with a pang of pain in my head I placed my hand on my head and my eyes opened wide. What does that mean? I thought. I opened the notes from my phone and type exactly what I read in the book. Children of night what does th

Still the rain didn't look like stopping anytime soon so she thought she'd look around, maybe she could find a cheap copy of one of the classics she liked. Tara dropped this idea as she began to wander between the shelves, the books all seemed very odd. Those which she could read the titles of were things like 'The Occult Magick of the Amazon', 'Guide to the Dark Dimension', 'John Dee's Rituals', 'Demon Summoning' and 'Aleistar Crowley's Full Works'. Tara thought she'd heard of the last guy, some sort of mystic from before the Second World War. However the odd books didn't disturb half as much as the things which were dotted around the book shelves. All manner of weird items such as wands, a

That’s all it could be. When I looked back at the wall, the stains had grown. Or maybe they’d always been that extensive, and I just hadn’t noticed before. They stretched further now, reaching across the stone like dark veins, pulsing with a life of their own. The faces had multiplied. Not just the wild-haired woman now, but others—dozens of them, crowded together, staring out at me from the damp stone. Some looked anguished, mouths open in silent screams. Others wore expressions of cold fury, eyes narrowed, lips pulled back in snarls. And some—the most terrifying—smiled knowingly, as if they understood exactly what was happening to me and took pleasure in my descent.

She poured herself another glass of cheap red, already on her third, and dropped onto the couch in her pencil skirt and blouse, buttons half undone. The city lights through the rain-streaked windows. Her laptop was still open on the coffee table, case files glowing like accusatory little rectangles. She should sleep. Instead she reached for the dusty old book she’d bought on a drunken whim two years ago at that weird occult shop downtown. *Daemonologie for the Modern Woman.* Stupid. But tonight it felt like the right kind of stupid. She flipped it open, scanned a page at random, and slurred the words under her breath. Latin? Probably, didn’t matter.

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.