Fall Mystery Books Novels & Stories

Long enough for something warm and unfamiliar to flicker between them before both quickly look away. Professional. Focused. Safer that way. Outside, thunder rolls across the valley. Inside, the investigation begins. Their first task is to review the pile of reports Lucas has gathered,d each detailing a stolen relic, each with strange gaps or inconsistencies. Evelyn reads aloud the list of missing items: an iron key, a silver bell, a stone marked with unknown runes. Lucas spreads maps across the desk, marking the theft locations with pins. Patterns fail to emerge at first, but both notice that the break-ins leave behind a lingering scent of burned sage and, in one case, a trail of dirt leadin

And are Dan Simmons books in your rich assortment of mysticism? — Our classics are on the second floor, on the outermost shelf, right next to the stairs. And Simmons... we need to look in the database. Leah headed in that direction, determined to leave today with at least a couple of collectible collections of works, including the short stories: The Dunwich Horror, The Call of Cthulhu, The Murders in the Rue Morgue, and A Premature Funeral. She read them more than once, learning them practically by heart. However, after the move, the number of her books decreased sharply and almost all the works of Alan Edgar Allan Poe and Howard Lovecraft were cut. On the one hand, those books had become di

They were also slightly discolored from the unaccustomed exposure to the light coating of frost that was blanketing the ground. I hadn’t noticed the light mist that would soon become fog until then. That had to be adding to the moisture on my body. I felt the dampness on my robe and shuddered. I needed to find warmth and a telephone. It was at that moment that I realized that I should have looked for a cell phone when I’d searched for the knife to free myself and called for help right away. The fact that I hadn’t was a clear indication that I’d been away from work too long. The Esmerelda Sleuth who prided herself for being one of the top investigators at Helmsworth Investigations, woul

Hi friends, First I would like to thank you for choosing my book. This is my first attempt to write a supernatural story. I want to insist you guys bear with me and go on until the end because then only you will see all the mysteries getting solved and everything fall in its place. You might find my characters irritating at some point of time but there is the reason for such behaviour which will be revealed over the period of time.

"Investment banker. No criminal record. Just a regular guy in the wrong place at the wrong time." Evelyn studied the body, then glanced at the walls of the alley. Deep claw marks gouged into the brick as if something had climbed or leaped away, leaving behind a trail of terror. She didn’t like this. Something wasn’t adding up. They left the crime scene Back at her apartment, Evelyn poured herself a drink, the amber liquid swirling in the glass like the chaos in her mind. She spread out every file she had—her father’s old case, the current victims, the same patterns, the same full moons.

THE END? Not quite . . . Have you tried Beatrice Beecham’s Cryptic Crypt: A Supernatural Adventure/Mystery Novel by Dave Jeffery? We included an excerpt from the book if you keep paging. Or dive into more Tales from the Darkest Depths: Novels: The Mourner’s Cradle: A Widow’s Journey by Tommy B. Smith House of Sighs (with sequel novella) by Aaron Dries Beyond Night by Eric S. Brown and Steven L. Shrewsbury

The blonde beauty sipped on her morning coffee while reading Seattle Daily, Downing the rest of her liquid drug in one huge gulp, she tied up her long blonde curls into a bun at the top off her head while sighing, two missing billionaires tofind and a murder case to solve, just another day at the office. It has been exactly 24 hours since Grayson and James Hudson have been missing and a dead body has been found in their pent house. The circumstances around their suspicious suddendisappearance makes it even more of a challenge to work on finding their spoiled asses, keeping all information on the down low has been the biggest challenge thus far. The media are like hungry lions waiting to poun

" The booking info was mine? When did I ever buy a five-hundred-dollar New Year's Eve table ticket? I have to count every dollar for next month's meals. There's no way I'd do something that insane. And they just sent photos a minute ago. How could they just vanish? A chill shot from the soles of my feet straight to the top of my head. My hand holding the phone started shaking. "Professor Mann… I didn't. I swear I didn't book any tickets." My voice came out high and shaky, trembling with fear. "I've been in the library all night studying. I have no idea where they went."

I was no longer in the mood for something thrilling but rather something horrific. “Yet to read that one,” “The reviews say it is awesome; I will give you mine.” “Cool! Have an enjoyable read.” “I will,” I answered and walked to where the novel was. I grabbed it and walked to my usual corner. I munched on my muffins while I buried myself in the thriller. I almost jumped out of my skin when I reached to get a muffin, and instead of touching one, I touched something that felt like fingers. I screamed, withdrawing my hand and throwing my book away. I was ready to jump up when I noticed that I now had company. It was Alessandro. And he had grabbed the last of my muffins and was leaning back, hol

Then, with a practiced sigh of regret, I said, "She was brought in too late. There's nothing more we can do. Notify the family of the time of death." Leaving the operating room, I didn't return to my office. Instead, I headed to the doctors' lounge. This time, there would be no last-ditch effort on my part, no heroics to save Clara. Her false death had now become real. But I knew the shadow of the conspiracy that awaited me in the morning hadn't vanished. Tomorrow, the same storm would rage, just as it had in the previous life. Sitting in the lounge, I sifted through every detail from that night, trying to steel myself for the onslaught to come.