Horror Book Pagemaster Novels & Stories

His mother half yelled. Xan hunny.. food is ready. Lexa yelled. Okay Mom.. I'll be down there very soon. Roxanne half yelled too. God! This horror book wasn't horrific at all. It was enticing..she wanted nothing except the book. She was already in the Fourth chapter, the chapter was all about humans transforming into wolves during every full moon. There was a small note saying; _I *wrote this book_ _because I want_ _every other teenager_ _out there, who has been_ _given the gift to transform_ _every full moon to be Happy_ _about their gift._

Her grandmother had always been interested in the supernatural, and Olivia knew that this book must have belonged to her. After she took the book with her, she went down from the attic and went to her grandmother’s old study room. Olivia then sat down at her grandmother's old desk, running her fingers over the cover of the book. It was ancient, the leather cover worn and frayed with age. She wondered how many people before her had touched this book, how many secrets it held. As she flipped through the pages, she couldn't help but feel a growing sense of unease. The symbols on the pages were intricate and unfamiliar, the drawings of the demons menacing and unsettling. But Olivia couldn't tear

" I stroked the box, but there was no magical energy or sensation. Everything felt ordinary, as if it were just a regular box that had been beautifully carved. I opened the box, my heart racing. It's only a book. No, unlike the Grimoire I kept, this is just a regular, thick book. I opened it out of curiosity. I turned the first page of the book and saw the writing, which was still a little sloppy, like a child's. [Today is the first day I remember the werewolf reincarnation] That's what I read, and it appears that this will lead me to Rafe's biggest secret.

The auction hall was drowned in silence. The scent of blood still lingered in the air, heavy, metallic, suffocating. No one dared to move, no one dared to breathe too loudly, afraid the same fate might befall them if they uttered a careless answer. The once-boisterous gathering of masters now sat stiff as stone, each pair of eyes lowered, each throat tight with fear. That was the end of the lively aunction. Only Marcia’s face betrayed anything beyond that silence. Pride curved her lips ever so slightly, a cruel glimmer lighting her gaze as if she had longed to witness this kind of scene. To her, the hall stinking of death was not horror, it was power.

I sat on small wooden stool that was present inside, since Draco was not back yet , I decided to go though my bag, I pulled out all four books that was written by my grandmother on Dark Creatures, Spells, poison and lastly DRAGONS, each of this book included all detail information on spell, method, about ghost, warewolf, sorceress , way to tackle them and many more things, tree books included every detail on other supernatural things while one entire book was dedicated to Dragon. Out of curiosity, I picked up dragon book and started reading from beginning, I only finished two page when I felt someone’s presence behind me, I rapidly turned but found no one right. ‘THUD… THUD….’ two wooden pla

"I will kill all the members of your family if you do not offer yourself to me. I will bring you to the situation when you will intentionally come to me and plead to save your family members by offering yourself to me." Amara walked helpless towards the haunted mansion. She felt numb and lifeless for the happenings around her. The words of the sage begin to ring in her ears. "It will be the dark night without the moon, the onset of heavy storm and the shrill howls of dogs. There will be an unfathomable clamor present in the atmosphere, the unwelcoming cries of the eagles and the uproar of tumult yowls from everywhere around will be the indication to alert you it was the one and only day in y

Shaking her head, she said, "But aren't you only like that because you idiotically accepted an accursed book from a nobody? You said, you don't even believe in ghosts before you got that." He sighed and took out the book which always appeared inside his pocket for several months now. The book was giving off a mysterious vibe due to its black worn-out cover featuring a faceless monster. He got it from a fake friend who had styled himself as a book collector. Nathan was a horror writer so he accepted the creepy book. His initial objective was only to look for more ideas and inspiration. Who would have thought the horror writer who never believed in ghost would suddenly start seeing creepy ghos

I licked the sides of my lips as I gazed at the man—a dead man lying in front of me with his eyes wide open. It's as if I was brought back to reality and realized what I had just done. My eyes widened, I turned to my companions, only to see my enemies dead; they were all beheaded, and their blood was flooding the way. I gasped. The surroundings gradually darkened because the moon has changed color, but any darkness is irrelevant to my eyes that can see right through it.

I punched three more times before it broke through. “There it is.” My eyes darkened with satisfaction. I grabbed the panel and slid it open. Inside were only two books. An ancient-looking tome, and a thick grimoire. I picked both up and quickly unlatched them before flipping through the pages with growing anticipation. Unlike the others, none of the pages were torn. I heaved a sigh of relief while a faint smile tugged at my lips. “Now, let’s see what you are,” I whispered. I scanned the titles carefully. The grimoire was titled Makisteia. The tome beneath it was Malkara Lyk — Vael Sorcery and Curse of the Wolves respectively.

Each page looked like it had been soaked in shadows, the ink melding with the very fabric of the paper. “This,” Petra said with a flourish, “is the *Tome of Deeds*.” Her fingers slid delicately over the edges of the book as she opened it, revealing intricate sketches and cryptic writings that seemed alive with their own purpose. “Within these pages lies every secret about the world’s hidden side,” she continued, her voice dropping to a whisper as if the Darklord himself might hear.