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Those books were older than any of the others in his office. The bottom shelf (the one he’d been searching when he’d first heard the cats playing in the hall) held his collection of horror anthologies. The famed Whispers series, edited by Stuart David Schiff, featuring the varied works of Ramsey Campbell, Stephen King, Charles Grant and so many others. The Mammoth Book of Best New Horror from England. The Shivers series, published by Cemetery Dance. Masques, Borderlands, Shadows, Stalkers, Dark Forces, October Dreams I & II, Corpse Blossoms, Horror Library Volumes 1-5, and Prime Evil. Classic horror anthologies jammed next to paperback collections of slightly lesser repute with titles to mat

Soon I began hearing whispers too, an obvious indication that Priest Marcello had started the spell… Soon the whispers turned into something else… something but uncanny and inhuman. I started to hear tiny howling in the room like it was getting breezy before I noticed the sounds of different voices also coming out of the room—screeching and whispering in chorus along with the gentle howling of the wind. It was frightening and sounded like a scene straight out of a horror movie. The noise became louder and Scarlett and Zayn came to eavesdrop too. "What the hell is going on?" I whispered, directing my question to no one in particular.

Halloween always brought out the weirdos, but I didn’t expect to be one of them, out here alone in the middle of nowhere, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and decay. My boots crunched on the gravel path, the barn looming ahead, its weathered wood silhouetted against the crimson sky. The rumors called it haunted, a place where people vanished on Halloween night, but I figured it was just small-town nonsense. Still, my heart pounded, a mix of adrenaline and unease. The wind rustled the corn, whispering like it was alive, and I swore I heard something—a low growl, deep and primal, cutting through the night. I froze, camera dangling, my breath visible in the chilly air. The growl came

Nothing seemed out of place and yet nothing seemed right. I was about to go back to my thoughts when the familiar itch started at the back of my neck. I was being watched. Again. Dread swelled inside me. I pinched my eyes closed and took a deep, shallow breath. It had been silent for the last two days. After that night, he didn’t appear again. Until now… The images of that horrific night started reeling through my mind. Blood…knife…his creepy laugh… My eyes snapped open and my body jerked into action. Shooting up from the chair, I started grabbing all the books in my trembling hands.

The ground beneath my feet started to shake. Then came the howling. A chorus of feral, mocking laughs that echoed from the shadows. Heavy, dark shapes lunged out of the smoke, their eyes glowing a malicious, bloody red. I saw the flash of teeth. I heard the wet, horrific sound of flesh tearing apart, followed by my father’s choked, final gasp. "Look at her," a voice hissed in my ear, cold and dripping with malice. "The kinslayer. You let them die."

came a voice more husky and masculine than all the smutty audiobooks I've listened to “it’s been centuries since anyone woke me with such… interesting intent.” I stumbled back as soon as he opened his mouth, my flashlight clattered, falling from my hand, the beam spinning wildly as it rolled far away from my reach. He uncoiled with languid grace, almost fifteen feet of powerful tail stretching and flexing beautiful scales that caught the light like liquid metal. It was unlike anything I've ever seen in the real world and in all my weird discoveries, this right here took the crown. “Don’t run,” he said softly. “I can taste your fear and something sweeter underneath.”

😱😱😱 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.

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I hissed squirming. “Just watch. The fun is about to begin.” The man tilted my face towards the stage where Alpha Woods now spoke confidently about borders and praising his daughter. “Now I would like to remind everyone of the rules.” Alpha Woods spoke right as an arrow whizzed over everyone's heads. Impaling him in the neck. I watched horror struck. Seeing my Alphas eyes widen in shock. He locked eyes with me opening a mind-link ‘Get Kayla to safety’ I heard his voice fade near the end. A second later his body went slack landing on the floor with a dull thud.