Horror Anthology Novels & Stories

The light illuminated the space, full of old objects and stacked boxes. As she walked, a loose floorboard creaked beneath her feet. She bent down to see what it was and, with some effort, lifted the board. She found an old book, covered in dust, with a leather cover filled with drawings of supernatural creatures. Scarlett’s heart began to race; something about the book drew her in, as if it held secrets waiting to be discovered.

The "Genre Shift" was a visceral, soul-shredding atmospheric pressure. As the black ink turned to liquid silver, the "Unmapped" North began to lose its vibrant, biological warmth. The violet lilies in the courtyard didn't just wilt; they turned into shards of cold, surgical steel. The "Bridge of the Remembered" unwove, the living obsidian becoming a series of grey, antiseptic tubes. The North was being "Re-Drafted" into a horror story.

Footsteps crunched around to the back. My heart slammed so hard it hurt. The trunk lid lifted. Cool night air rushed in, carrying salt and rust and distant ocean wind. Christopher’s silhouette blocked the stars. He reached in, grabbed my upper arm, hauled me out like cargo. My legs were numb. I stumbled when my bare feet hit gravel. Sharp stones bit into my soles. I hissed against the gag, muffled and useless. He didn’t care. He dragged me toward a low, rusted warehouse door which was half open, chain dangling loose and the inside smelled of old oil. Dim emergency lights shone overhead casting long shadows across concrete floors and stacked crates.

My eyes stared at his face then to the monitor Memories flooded my mind.. our first date, our wedding. All the laughter, the fights, the quiet nights. All leading to this moment. I felt numb, like I was floating above the scene. Zora's voice was muffled, as if she was calling from far away. I couldn't process the words, couldn't move. My world had just shattered, and I was stuck in the wreckage. The pain would come later, but for now, I was frozen, trapped in this moment of loss.

Fans rule! Bibliography Spark Series: When Sparks Fly Amazon books No Words Alone Amazon books Solar Flare Anthology for the Mammoth Book of Time Travel Romance: Iron & Hemlock Iron & Hemlock Series: Iron & Hemlock Gargoyle Girl Gargoyles in the Attic Dark Lands Series: The Charmer Dark Lands: Homecoming Scent of Danger The Golden Bell Ghost in Her Heart Beast Wars Dark Lovers Anthology (includes The Golden Bell & Homecoming) Dark Warriors Anthology (includes Ghost in Her Heart & Beast Wars)

1, edited by Joe Mynhardt Fear the Reaper, edited by Joe Mynhardt For the Night is Dark, edited by Ross Warren Short story collections: Dead Reckoning and Other Stories by Dino Parenti Things You Need by Kevin Lucia Frozen Shadows and Other Chilling Stories by Gene O’Neill Varying Distances by Darren Speegle The Ghost Club: Newly Found Tales of Victorian Terror by William Meikle Ugly Little Things: Collected Horrors by Todd Keisling Whispered Echoes by Paul F. Olson

I was able to shout at them my teeth gritting together with the cold. The girl, Cassidy or whoever she was, moved towards my two servants Ana and Marissa, she stood over them as she motioned her hand to them as if she was choking them and I see them in pain coughing hard again and again their face turning blue as blood flowed out of their mouths. I was terrified. I can feel my heart beating so fast, I'm in a panic. I have to snap out of whatever spell or voodoo this is. Hannah? I told myself this cannot be. I must be dreaming. I closed my eyes trying to calm down while telling myself that this is not true this is just a dream. I breathe in and out. It suddenly felt very quiet. I can feel my

I tug on his arm desperately trying to get him to stay. “Stop. I have to leave, now let go.” He yanks my hand from his arm and walks out of the room. I sit down in my desk chair and stare out the window. Still feeling scared, I grab my blanket and wrap it around me, but something gets my attention. Scanning the surrounding area, I notice something off. It feels like the darkness seems more intense than it usually is. Maybe it’s because it is Halloween.

screamed Anthony, terrified, “you need to see this.” Hansly and Dmitri ran to a room around the corner of the hallway to see the rest of the men gathered inside a large study. It was the smell that caught Dmitri first. A thick, unbreathable stench of death filled his nostrils which closed his throat and his eyes stung. He made his way into the study and knew that this memory would be burnt into his brain for as long as he breathed. Headless torsos stripped of most of their flesh hung on the walls along with decaying arms, legs and heads like trophies, paintings made with blood glued to the walls and even photographs of Werewolves, Vampires, Witches and other supernatural beings being torture

This shadow, this darkness with fangs, it had the power to stipulate how they dreamed and that made him crazy with need to blow the creature’s head off. “This is a local legend about nightmares, a satanic sorcerer, and black magic. It is titled as Shadows and Blood, and is 50 years old. Folklore, through songs and words and this guy had recorded it down, a little and a lot of his own story.” She looked at the book, biting her lips, forehead crinkling in concentration. “Sound gory and ancient and I have never heard of this.” Art said as he struggled to open his tired eyes. It burned from the lack of sleep. Aurora looked tired as well, but she was dogged to finish the book, to find anything mo