Horror Book Pagemaster Novels & Stories

Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she slammed her fist against the glass, not to escape, but to warn me. She wasn't pointing at the creature. She was pointing at me. I followed her frantic gesture, looking at the window again. I looked at the glass, but I didn't see her reflection. I saw mine. But the reflection wasn't mine. It was the face of the portrait. The room began to shake. The walls of the Master Suite groaned, the wood warping and twisting like agonized flesh. I realized then that the dare wasn't a game. It was a harvest. The Blackwood Estate didn't just haunt people; it cycled them.

Then I got up and went to the drawer. Took out the six pages. Read them from the beginning the way I always did, slowly, every word, every crossed out line and every sentence I had come back to. By the time I reached the end the city outside had gone properly dark and the kitchen was lit only by the lamp in the corner and I had been sitting there long enough that the chair had become uncomfortable and I had not noticed. I picked up the pen. Added two more pages. Eight pages now.

He probably felt that the two he gave me were not enough, so he gave me all the boxes of anesthetics. At this dose, the elephant must have been numbed twenty times, right? During this period, I moved only in my room and study. There are Ike and soldiers guarding the outside, vampires can't get in here. I found all the books in Noah study that were related to the Bloods and looked through them one by one. And those books, most of them are books on the history between humans and vampires, and books on the study of humans and vampires. The one Noah showed me was rather unusually

First I search up Valtor. At first all that comes up is I*******m names and some sliding phone case thing. I go to the second page, third page, fourth page, fifth page, finally on the eighteenth page, I see a headline that says "Valtor, the red masked killer." I click on that, and it's an empty page, or so I thought at first. I stared at the page forever, looking at every little detail of the completely blank white page. In the very corner of the bottom left side. There's a teeny tiny spot where it's not white; if you weren't zoomed all the way up and staring deeply at it, you wouldn't notice it, but I do. I move the mouse over and click onto the teeny tiny cream-colored dot, immediately the

In anger and rage, his eyes turned completely red and he disappeared from everyone's sight with the speed of light. "Have you found that thing for which you came here?" Moroi Ace Denzell stood behind Ms. Anastasia and said in a low voice, "It's very rude. Don't steal like this when the family is not in the house. Very bad manners." Hearing his voice, Ms. Anastasia got scared, and the book fell from her hands. "Hey, you are faster than I thought," he picked up the book that fell on the ground and read the name of the book in a loud voice. "Exorcism: Eldritch Werewolves by Witch Rosaline."

He felt immense power flowing inside of it, and he instantly sensed something terribly wrong about the book. It gave off the aura of darkness and malice, and despite the fact that he had already obtained it, the book caused his wolf to awaken and roar loudly. The werewolf king couldn’t help but to retreat from it instinctively, terrified of what the books would do to him. However, despite his panic, his fear did not last long, for a moment later, the book started glowing, turning itself into the purest form of light that he had ever seen.

Whatever it was, I didn't care but of course, I knew there was something more. I opened the book flipped through the old pages and dread settled thick within my heart. This wasn't just some quack book you could buy on A****n or any local book store. This was the real deal and I could feel the presence of evil as I bent over to examine the pages. There was a section on human sacrifices and spells. There were so many different sections about occult practices that were unspeakable and gruesome.

Arthur just shrugged. Mila gave him a vexed look and flipped through the pages. She was looking for a cannibal who was scared of light, but there were quite a few monsters mentioned in this book that were cannibals and were afraid of light. So, she started looking at illustrations to see if any bite marks matched the victims, but there was nothing. “Oh, this was a waste,” Mila snapped the book shut. Arthur was still very quiet. “What is wrong with you?” Mila demanded.

The look in the dark eyes of the Vampire Master did set me at unease, and I did not even wish to make a mention. So I shall set out to prepare the potion as precise and perfect as possible. And with that thought, I find myself back in the middle of my potion room. With only but a flick of my fingers, I call for the best of my fairies to come to show some assistance. "Now, Isabelle, we need to get this down to absolute detail and perfection. And I hate to say that time is not on our side. Any ingredients shall need to be collected with absolute haste." Isabelle brings me the book that lists pages and pages of potions. I flip from pages to pages until we find the one that shall bring temporary

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.