Free Horror Audio Books Novels & Stories

A silent symphony of chaos. Low growls ripple through the air, deep and guttural, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. The haunting howl of wolves echoes through the streets. The spine-chilling screeches of vampires slicing through the silence. And the almost imperceptible hum of witches, their presence felt but never seen. The city is alive with the creatures of dark, a living, breathing entity, and we’re racing right through the heart of it all.

Doing my best to keep my ears on the door and fully focused on Samuel's conversation, I simply could not take it anymore. I was shaking out of fear and anger, my heart pounding as each of his words ignited horror in me. His voice slithered into me like delaying poison, and the vein of awareness started giving off numbered cues of dread and horror.

Some titles seemed interesting to him, like ‘How to kill and skin a sand wurm by JJ Rulus’ or ‘The spirit realm unmasked by Sir Tapnes’ and some made him shiver at the thought of their contents, such as ‘A look inside of fae anatomy by Priest Daphne’ and ‘Histories of demonic possession that nearly ended existence by Krun. He had already finished two rows and had started on the third when a slight whispering in his ear broke his concentration, “You must kill.” “What the..?” Rex said out aloud, looking left and right, searching for the person who had made the sound, not being able to see anyone, he followed where he thought the whispering from coming from, rounding the end of the large booksh

The air around us seemed to vibrate with anticipation, and I sensed that something was about to shift, to change in ways I couldn't yet comprehend. I stumbled backward, my eyes wide with horror, as the ground beneath our feet began to churn and convulse. The earth split open, and a legion of the dead burst forth, their bony fingers clawing at the air as they pulled themselves up from the depths of the underworld. The sound was like nothing I'd ever heard before, a cacophony of scraping, scratching, and unearthly moans that sent shivers down my spine. The stench of decay and rot filled the air, making my stomach turn. I was frozen in shock, my mind struggling to comprehend the sheer scale of

"Then Orion must be the one in great danger now. As what have my father said, Nerissa don't kill her preys right away. She plays with their minds first, but after that, she kills them mercilessly. Also, the weaker the mind of the man, the more possibility that he will go insane even after he is rescued. I hope your friend has a strong mind so he it will be easy for us to awaken him from Nerissa's magic later on." We continued walking but moments later, we made an abrupt stop when we heard roara that echoed in the whole place. I turned nervously and my heart started to beat frantically when I saw two giant tigers with two heads and snakes as their tails. They look at us as if they are hunters

After two days of high temperatures and intense boredom, he remembered the three books. Sam pulled out the one with the Mummy on the cover, because it looked the most innocuous. It was entitled the Ninth Pan Book of Horror Stories. He wasn’t the least bit prepared for what he found inside. The first three stories involved emasculation, murder and burning at the stake. In his fevered state Sam felt he was not only watching the characters’ suffering, he was experiencing it along with them. He flung the book at the wall and then hid it again, wishing he could burn it like Jinnot, the young girl in the third story who was burned alive.

Samurai and Other Stories by William Meikle Stuck On You and Other Prime Cuts by Jasper Bark Poetry collections: WAR by Alessandro Manzetti and Marge Simon Brief Encounters with My Third Eye by Bruce Boston No Mercy: Dark Poems by Alessandro Manzetti Eden Underground: Poetry of Darkness by Alessandro Manzetti If you’ve ever thought of becoming an author, we’d also like to recommend these non-fiction titles: The Dead Stage: The Journey from Page to Stage by Dan Weatherer Where Nightmares Come From: The Art of Storytelling in the Horror Genre, edited by Joe Mynhardt and Eugene Johnson Horror 101: The Way Forward, edited by Joe Mynhardt and Emma Audsley Horror 201: The Silver Scream Vol.1 and V

After resting for a while, they walked around and saw a bookstore which they both agreed to enter. She was reading the back of Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen when Jacob asked her. “What do you say let’s read horror books? Like the ones we watched today?” “Eh? I’m scared. You go read first, then give me a summary, then I’ll decide. Haha!” “Roger!” as he picked The Dunwich Horror and Others by H.P. Lovecraft and IT by Stephen King. They finished book shopping, it was around three in the afternoon when Jacob invited her to go somewhere else.

“It is imprinted in your blood, in your personality, and in your cursed ability to see creatures that do not belong to the world of the living. When this ends… you will be mine.” A deafening, triumphant laugh erupted from the woman’s throat. The sound was monstrous so loud and shrill that Eloise feared her eardrums would burst. It thundered through the garden like the victorious cackle of a devil who had already won, echoing off the trees and rattling the flowers in their beds. Terror surged through Eloise. She dropped to her hands and knees and began to crawl backward across the grass, desperate to put distance between herself and the horror before her. Fighting felt impossible when she had

She stirred it with the blade, chanting in a tongue Chloe didn’t recognize, guttural and old, each syllable vibrating through the air like a storm building. The air grew heavy. Zoe clutched the edge of her chair. “Melinda… something’s… something’s moving.” The candle flames bent inward, their light strangled by a sudden gustless darkness. Shadows crawled up the walls, merging, forming shapes that writhed and dissolved before the eyes could focus. Chloe’s pulse hammered. The circle beneath her seemed to hum. Melinda’s voice rose, sharp and commanding now: “By blood and fear, by the vow of the living to the dead,