Disney Chills Books Novels & Stories

That child was pure chaos and pure joy. “Mama, I want to explore,” he said. “No, it’s too dangerous. A demon already appeared here once.” “I’ll go with him,” Richie offered. Though only ten, his wolf had surfaced early to protect him during his pack’s destruction. “Twenty minutes,” I relented. “No more.” I turned to the scrolls again. One hour later, I noticed the silence. “Boys?” I called. “BOYS!” I grabbed Mary and followed their scent. “MAMA!” Albus’s voice. I ran.

Pondering how he knew I was searching for it, he probably had Strange Magic too but… wouldn’t he need it as well. I peered over at Daisy who was having trouble with one of the pages, slowly I crawled up to her covering her eyes with my hands. “Want to guess.” I cheered keeping my hands on her eyes she hummed, tapping her finger on her bottom lip. “I don’t know, Snow is that you. Hex is it that annoying shifter that shares a bunker with me from our grade. " She grind her teeth, annoyed as if it was her having chills going down her spine. I laughed knowing she would say something like that. I sat the book in front of her book on “All Species Guide”, she gasp as I sat down to the chair next to

Well, now it was time to do something even more audacious than leaving work early. She took the small package out of the handbag and tore open the wrapping. The little book she unveiled made her hands shake and her lips quiver with excitement and anticipation. ‘The Further Forbidden Escapades of Fanny Firth’ typed in bold on the cover sent a few shivers down her back and a pleasant throb between her thighs. Doris couldn’t wait; she dropped down on her bed and opened the book with breathless exhilaration. ‘So there I was again, wondering how it was that this kept on happening to me. Was there a magnetic convergence all around me, attracting all the things that were always so scandalous and wa

Thompson said. “Thank you, Mrs. Thompson,” Diana, Eric and Elise chorused. The older woman waved her hand and went out of the library. The five of them stared at the thick book once again. But five minutes passed by, nothing happened. “Uh, well. Let’s just eat something,” Kent suggested and was about to stand up when the book began to tremble all by itself and the five of them looked at it in perplexity. Colors of luminous gold, red, green, silver and pink burst out of the book and spread across the room. Then they felt something cold touch their entire body. Before they knew it, they were all sucked inside the book, screaming.

I ask him and he stands and goes over to his bookshelves and pulls out a huge book and brings it over to desk that sits in the corner of the room. I quickly get up and moved to him wanting to see the content in the book. I look at the pages as Travis flips slowly through them and I realize every horror movie made in Hollywood was made from a creature of this book. I began to read a page and Travis went to flip the page to quickly and I reached down to stop him from flipping the page and my hand accidentally brushed his hand and chills went through my body to the tips of my toes and I turned to look at him and he was already looking at me.

The phone starts to ring as I wait for her to answer. "Hello?" Barbara says. "Hello, Darling!" I say to her with a prim proper tone in my voice. Using this voice, I often pretend that I am the villainous "Cruella Devil" from the book "The Hundred and One Dalmatians" by Dodie Smith. That has always been one of my favorite books. My mother used to read it to me as a child. "Molly!" Barbara says with excitement in her voice. "How are you doing?" I asked her, “I have not seen it yet this summer.

And she knew with a certainty that settled deep in her bones: when the Midnight Carnival returned, she would be there waiting at its gates, ready to be seduced all over again. Chloe closed the diary a little slower this time, her fingers pressing firmly against the page like she needed to ground herself. “…okay.” She let out a breath that almost turned into a laugh, but didn’t. “That wasn’t just a story. That was a full-on spiral.” She leaned back, staring at the ceiling for a second before looking down again. “I’m not even going to pretend like I didn’t get the appeal at the beginning. The mystery, the pull, the way it called to her… yeah, I get that. Sometimes you just want to feel somethi

She pushed that down deep, sipping from stored bags in the fridge. Rain hammered the windows that Tuesday night. Lydia sat at her desk, sorting through a box of new books. One caught her eye: Spirits of the Wild: Bindings and Releases. The cover was cracked leather, smelling like dirt and old forests. She flipped it open, her fingers brushing over faded words in some ancient tongue. "Just a peek," she told herself. Curiosity burned in her chest. She read the spell aloud, soft and quick, like testing a locked door. The air changed. It got heavy, like before a storm. Candles on the shelves flickered wild, shadows dancing on the walls. A rumble started low, from the book itself. Lydia's hands s

Ruth ended the call and left Alex and Lee with an astounded expression. “Oh God.” Their minds were about to melt down. Werewolves, vampires, witches—were all real. Alex was reminded of a book he read at Books and Artifact where he works. “Lee, I found a book at Books and Artifact that was about supernatural creatures. I think the name of the book was, um, Wars, Wood Battles, um, I can’t remember.” “You mean The Wood War by Kayla Nicky Chadson?” Ha! The boy jolted in shock as he heard the voice of Abigail behind them. They stared at each other, confused about what to say.

For a second, I’m tempted, but then another wave of heat erupts in my chest, and I lose my nerve. “Tell me about the other books,” I say instead. “The other books?” I nod. And as I tuck my knees to my chest and wind my free arm around my knees, breathing through the stuffiness that’s getting more unbearable by the minute, I listen to the most garbled plot summaries I’ve ever heard in my entire life. “Okay. See, there’s this one with a man and his nephew. And they journey to the center of the earth. And there are dinosaurs. And a tornado? Shit—” The brow furrows again. “It might have been a tsunami. Something like that.”