First Horror Book Novels & Stories

It was then that she spotted the ancient spell book her grandmother gifted her on her fifteenth birthday and hope sprung forth. “I can think of only one thing to do to keep ye from his grasp and, possibly, reverse -or at least lessen- the bloodlust ye have,” Agatha said with an anxious tone. “I recall seeing something in this book my grandmother gifted to me. She was a powerful witch.” “Please hurry,” Kira struggled to say in a voice that echoed with a male tone. Agatha grabbed the spell book and quickly flipped through the pages while she warily moved away from her friend whose emerald green eyes were displaying flecks of dancing red light.

Morticia sighed lightly, "Forsythe, there's something I'd like you to do for me. This is a serious matter; you must not take it lightly." She took out a secret manual. The cover was handwritten with the title, 'The Bloody Fiend's Tome'. It was clearly written recently by Morticia herself. Her exquisite face showed seriousness.

I could only hope that she would have settled in again by tonight, because otherwise I would be allowed to sleep on the couch one night again - and it was really uncomfortable. Sighing, I leaned back and opened the completely tattered book again, which I actually already knew by heart. But I wanted to repeat as much as possible today so that I could get off to a good start tomorrow. I ran my finger over the familiar table of contents. Foreword, evolution, instinct, social life, physiology, reproduction, ancestry, stem groups and subspecies. How many times had I made this movement with my finger? I couldn't count it anymore, but it was like a little ritual I had to go through before I could s

Each one radiated a hunger so ancient it made my magic recoil, slamming against the chains that bound me like a trapped storm. Nytherion wasn’t a myth. It was a wound. And I had torn it open. The first horror stepped fully into the world, its head twisting unnaturally, a maw opening across its chest instead of its face. The sound it made was laughter—but not the human kind. The laughter of something that had watched universes die and thought it was beautiful. Kael moved. Gods save us all, Kael moved like war incarnate.

Toying with someone's mind and keeping them in my palm was what hooked me. When I was in school, I chose to live in the dorms whenever possible, just to shape the people around me. The dorm I lived in during middle school was never at peace. Sudden injuries and even deaths kept happening. I drifted among them, watching their families weighed down by pain, guilt, and grief, and I felt a rush like nothing I had felt before. When we were assigned dorm rooms in college, the moment I first saw Jacob, I knew that he was just like me, a natural-born sociopath. But he was my prey.

“The tension. The rush of adrenaline. The thrill. My heart banging in my chest when I know something really really bad is about to happen to a character. What’s there not to love?” What was there not to love? Horror was happiness. Horror was life. Horror was something I never wanted to experience so I got satisfaction reading about fake people having them. “Then I’m sure you’ll appreciate my library. Half of it is dedicated to the horror genre.” “Really?” I looked up at him with a large, silly grin on my face. “Yes.” Dante coughed and cleared his throat, caught off guard by my childlike excitement. “I wouldn’t mind giving you a tour later. And I could lend you some books.”

😱😱😱 The library exploded with darkness. 🌑 The crack in the sky widened further. The city screamed. Reality shook. ⚡ And from somewhere beyond existence… A new voice echoed. A voice none of them had ever heard before. Cold. Ancient. Terrifying. 💀 “You were never supposed to remember me.” 👁️ The Book of Origins burst into black flames. 🔥📖🔥 And a shadow began emerging from the crack in reality. Not the King. Not the Watcher.

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.

Should it be Lucas who looked like he could snap my neck or Eric who I had used? Getting back to my room, I saw Hayley with that book again, it was as if she was obsessed with it. Seeing me, she immediately closed it. The bold words ‘Initium omnia’ stared back at me. Lucas had said it meant “‘beginning of all”. The heavy leather binding book seemed to pulse with hidden energy, as if alive. Hayley got a call, leaving the room. Seizing my opportunity, I opened the book. The first word I saw was “vampires.” “Vampires?! I whispered, shocked. The book talked about vampires and other creatures I never knew about. Then I spotted a drawing, it was a fox with nine nails. Before I could read one more

book, which was flung toward Simon's head earlier, was right before him. The cover and spine of the book were stained with blood—mostly his. This was the first time Jadon realized a book could be this terrifying. He couldn't stop shivering, and even the wound on his forehead was throbbing in pain. Instinctively, he turned around and looked at Hannah, who was standing on the balcony. However, he couldn't even make out Hannah and Darren's expressions because they were too far from him. As he squinted at them, his imagination ran wild, and he was utterly frightened by his thoughts.