Halloween Booktok Novels & Stories

Come pick a bouquet from these Flowers in a Dumpster. Eidolon Avenue: The First Feast by Jonathan Winn—where the secretly guilty go to die. All thrown into their own private hell as every cruel choice, every deadly mistake, every drop of spilled blood is remembered, resurrected and relived to feed the ancient evil that lives on Eidolon Avenue. Through a Mirror, Darkly by Kevin Lucia—Are there truths within the books we read? What if the book delves into the lives of the very town you live in? People you know? Or thought you knew. These are the questions a bookstore owner face when a mysterious book shows up.

Ambrosia POV: We have been studying all of this for hours now. Jackson and I took a small break to spend time with our kids and tucked them into bed before we came back and continued everything. The only thing we can't make sense of is what causes the change in the blood. "When is Alley getting here?" I asked, rubbing my eyes. "She will be here soon, her and Stephen are making sure everything is secured." Jackson yawned. "So Lucinda gave me a book, it kind of talks about all of it but it isn't anything good but at least it can be reversed, it just doesn't say how it can be reversed." Pythia said, walking towards us with a small leather book. "What does it say?" I asked. "Well someone has to

One afternoon, as they sat on the porch swing, Nanny Mama Hazel, her eyes twinkling with amusement, announced, "Theo, I have a surprise for you!" Theo, his face alight with curiosity, leaned forward, his small hand reaching out to touch Nanny Mama Hazel's. "What is it, Nanny Mama Hazel?" Nanny Mama Hazel smiled, her voice a gentle melody. "I've been saving this for a special occasion. It's a book, a very special book." She reached into her bag and pulled out a beautifully illustrated book, its cover adorned with a picture of a firefly. Theo's eyes widened with delight.

If the situation with Darien hadn’t happened he would have probably gone there by now. He looked at the event posting again. It was for an early Halloween event and the business would be open in the evening for the first time. Customers were encouraged to come in appropriate fancy dress and all products would be horror themed. Zach was intrigued. He could invite Darien to it. Fancy dress would mean Darien could have a disguise and the affordable product prices meant that he could pay this time. It was perfect. The date was the following week on Friday. He would have to see if it aligned with Darien’s schedule. He checked a few more posts and picked up another half read Damien Black book.

It simply disintegrated, then reappeared back in the car. “Sick bastard,” I spat. He'd been stalking me. I tore a slim black book from the rat pile. Book of Psychopomps was etched on it in gold ink. Numbers, emails, and old-fashioned addresses accompanied names, written in no apparent order. I rifled through the pages: “Old farts: ODIN, MORRIGAN, YAMA, HERMES....” and “New pests: ANAESTHESIA, AIDS, SANTA MUERTE...” A red ribbon marked a page at the back. “Accessories: SHANNON PARKER.”

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.

CHAPTER THREE Cooper’s Cove lay a mile to the east of Dorsal Finn’s harbour. As with other areas in the town, the large cave, accessible only at low tide, had bad folklore attached to it. The place was known locally as Coven Cove, and its association with witchcraft was no secret amongst the older generations. They took delight—especially around Halloween—in scaring kids with talk about the coven of witches who used to frequent the area, one of whom allegedly wrote The Book of Shadows, a grimoire of great power.

Rex said, lowering his head, the words Buckins used cut a little deeper than expected, he had started to become a little spoilt, throwing the royalty word around a bit lately to get his own way. “Very good, the shelves are that way” Buckins said, his mood lifting a little at Rex’s words, bouncing off with a quiet whistle to fetch the books he needed for Rex’s lesson. Huffing a little, Rex gripped his duster and made for the rows he was instructed to dust off, after ten minutes, the task had already become mind-numbing, so to make it easier for him to complete the task, Rex started looking at the book covers he was cleaning. Some titles seemed interesting to him, like ‘How to kill and skin a

The title sent shivers through me: 'Dark Powers, Secrets of the Werewolves'. I opened the book, and a strange glow emanated from the pages. I felt a sudden jolt, like a surge of electricity had passed through me. The room began to spin, and I fell to the ground, the book slipping from my grasp. As I struggled to get up, I heard the old woman's voice, urgent and worried. 'Ryker! Ryker, what's wrong?' She rushed into the room, her eyes scanning me frantically. Then her gaze fell upon the book, and her expression changed to one of alarm. 'Oh, no. You shouldn't have touched that.'

She had never been in the midst of so many books and she was totally awed. As she moved past the shelves, a particular book caught her attention. It was dark and larger than the rest. She pulled it out, coughing slightly from the dust that had collected on it. Tiny insects scurried out as she took the book to one of the couches and settled on it. Annabelle Hale;this is my book of shadows. "Interesting title",Caleb commented from beside her. She was just about to write on the parchment and show it to him when they heard a loud sound.