Horror Book Pagemaster Novels & Stories

Little did I know, the spark was about to become a raging inferno, courtesy of something far beyond the mortal realm. It started on a rainy Friday night. I’d come home exhausted from a long week, my blouse clinging to my skin from the downpour outside. I kicked off my heels, letting them thud against the hardwood floor, and poured myself a glass of merlot. The apartment felt emptier than usual; my last girlfriend had left months ago, citing my “workaholic tendencies” as the reason. Truth be told, I missed the warmth of a body next to mine, the soft curves and whispered promises in the dark. To distract myself, I rummaged through the old box of junk in my closet— relics from my rebellious pha

he mused peering at me studiously. I shook my head in weariness. “Look, Marcus, I need a room to get away from the noise,” I told him. Marcus chuckled lightly. “I was wondering why you never asked,” he said. “There is always a place for you here.” he continued and got up from his chair. I peered at the pages of the book he was reading. Hand drawn pictures of pentagrams and skulls, I saw crows and eagle on the other page. I deduced that Marcus was reading about witchcraft.

Everything now seemed a trap, a sinister game orchestrated by unseen hands. With every heartbeat, she thought she heard ghostly footsteps approaching her walls. She clutched the blanket to her chest like a child clutching a comforting toy, but the terror was greater than any blanket, thicker than any wall. Her eyes leaped to the table, where the book still lay. Its dark cover glinted faintly under a sliver of moonlight, as if it were watching her, as if its earlier fall had been a message, not an accident.

A long, grotesque howl swept through the house, rising from the depths beneath the floor. I felt the bond inside me twist, as though it recognized the presence below—and despised it. "What is that?" I asked, already knowing I would not like the answer. Vardam smiled, cold as ice. "The next page of the story." I swallowed. "You mean the book, don’t you?" "Have you read it all?" "All of it?" I let out an incredulous laugh. "Have you seen the size of that thing? It is practically a graveyard of trees. It has hundreds of pages."

I had a cart to put all the books I'm picking, and I'm almost there to the second tower I'm making. There were a few people in the place who are mostly Elders of the pack. I chose a table, and started opening the pages one by one. I checked all the information on the forbidden pages. I scanned everything on the vampire, magic, darkness, curse... EVERYTHING!!! But it felt like I have only wasted three hours of my life here. "Damn it..." I hissed quietly after closing the last page of the last book I have picked on the shelves.

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Balancing on an old, loose stepladder, Melissa explored the top shelves of a bookcase. - No. The raven pretended to be asleep, occasionally opening one eye and watching. “Yes, she is here, mistress. The brownie deftly climbed to the very top and pulled out a voluminous leather-bound book. - Bring it faster. Curiosity flared in bright blue eyes. - Now we will find out who fell under the heavy wheels of fate. Mila ran her fingers over the binding lovingly. “They say that this is the skin of a higher demon,” she opened the table of contents with anticipation and ran her finger through the sections.

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.”

"Well, Samuel, you can go fuck yourself. I came here for the Book, and I shall take it." He smirks at me as he tosses his shot of whiskey to the back of his throat, "That is not going to happen." "I am afraid that it is." "Well, you are thinking wrong, my friend. Now, do you think that because you are Vampire Master that you can come to my home and tell me what to do? Do you think that you can come in here and demand things from me?" "I don't think, Samuel. I know." I take a sip of the chilled whiskey and place my glass on the table. "I am telling you that you will give me the Book."

Master Series: My Alpha King My Master (Book 1) Written by ©️ Ifeoma Isabella Okeke (Omaisabella) All Rights Reserved. 2021 Chapter 1 KINGDOM OF FAIRY: Somewhere Within the Fairy Kingdom..... A dark clothed figure was seen running and jumping fastly on roof tops, making silent noise. Some group of people, about 10, on horseback, were seen chasing after the dark clothed figure. "The thief is on the rooftop, do not lose him!" one of them yelled out, pointing at the thief, not caring if his voice woke up the entire village.