Horror Book Pagemaster Novels & Stories

“Were these any help, detective?” “I’m afraid not,” I said, defeated. I was in a bit of a daze after staring at projected newsprint on the dim screen. I leaned on the desk and looked around the building absentmindedly until my eyes finally settled on a small sign hanging on a table covered with a neat stack of books. “Warning: The Library is Not Responsible for Nightmares!” I read out loud, walking over to look at the books. Well-worn volumes with pink skulls grinning back at me from stickers on their spines. Dracula. Frankenstein. The Invisible Man.

A ferocious roar filled his ears, seemed to fill up the whole world, and he could feel the vibrations as the panther gave chase. As he started down the stairs, he tried to kick the door closed behind him but he also didn’t want to pause even for a second, and he didn’t think his kick was forceful enough to get the door closed all the way. He picked up his speed, nearly tumbling down the stairs, sure that he could feel the breath of the animal on his neck. He raced to the closest bookshelf, full of hardback volumes by Stephen King. Hoping to buy himself a little more time, he grabbed one of the thicker books—Bag of Bones—and hurled it toward the stairs just as the panther came into the librar

" I took out the book at one and it levitated itself and its pages flipped at such speed to an unknown page. The next act raised tension, my palm getting colder and sweaty. The pages slowly began to fill its empty sheets, drawings and writings, a few in English and the rest in sigils and signs. The first drawing I saw, was a three headed beast, it looked like a hound, or a dog. Drawn as a black and white art, shades of the body noticeably seen, bringing out details, the saliva dripping from its flappy mouth. I looked underneath the drawing and I saw a tag. "Cerberus, Hireling Of Hades." "Did that book just flip?" Asked Maria. Concern drawn over her face as she slowly walked closer and peeped

I flipped to the next page. “The voice won’t stop. Keeps telling me what I am. What I’ll do. Monster. Killer. Can’t escape it. Can’t make it stop.” The next page was worse. It didn’t even make sense, not that the first two pages did, either. “Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Gore. A knife. Need the knife if I’m going to complete his ritual.” The rest of the page dissolved into illegible scribbles. I kept reading. It was page after page of the same thing. Fragmented thoughts about death and blood and murder. Some of the words were truly vile. Some in all capital letters, others written so tiny they were like the text form of whispers.

I could feel the dark magic flowing through it and unlike the day I met Arwan and Fen, it felt like a part of me instead of a foreign invader. As if sensing me not knowing where to start or how to find the information I needed, the book pages began to flutter. I watched curiously as the fluttering increased and the pages started rapidly turning before suddenly stopping. It had turned itself to a page filled with an image of a vampire. It looked human, if it hadn't been for the heading, I wouldn't have known what it was. I whispered thanks to book, shaking my head at the notion of talking to it, and eagerly began to read.

“I can smell you, Helen. We have to get to the ceremonial dinner soon. I don’t have time to chase you and—” The book rattled in a dim, blue shade of light before the book busted alive between my mate and I. his eyes widened in horror. He ran to my side, pulling me to my feet and away from the table. The mysterious, glowing book threw itself wide open and the pages flittered through the air, turning themselves over one by one in a fluttering motion. I gasped, clinging to Justin’s warm, muscular chest and we both watched on in horror. “What have you done, mate?...” Justin whispered, the book abruptly stopping on a page in the middle. It laid wide open, displaying a bright, cyan hue through the

Without my knowledge, the book slipped out of my hand and I looked down at the book like I'm facing the real ghost and the sentence read, "...eyes, pale skin human." I desperately need to find the missing 30 pages. Damn!! Those 30 pages could have everything about the Heil!!!! *

My eyes slowly moved to spot the velvet-covered book and something written on it with golden ink that shined in the light coming through the open window. Despite thinking to ignore it at first, I found myself walking towards it a few moments later. Something about leaving this book without looking through it did not feel right to me, it just made me feel some sort of anxiousness I was not ready to deal with. I walked closer to the book and picked it up. On the blood-red colored cover of the book, there remained written in bold golden letters— Predators. The confusion took over whilst I looked at the name, my fingertips brushed on the velvet feeling the smoothness of it, and then I slowly ope

Most books were those of witch craft which leads me to believe that Master was a warlock unless he just found the books fascinating. I stopped when a book caught my eye and it looked more like a journal then an actual published book. Gently I removed the book from the shelf and I read the inscription on it. “Red Moon Covent Grimoire.” As I opened the book the name inside stood out like a torn “Alexandra Bishop.” The book had belonged to my mother but how did the Master get ahold of this book? Did my mother give it to him? From behind me I heard someone clearing their throat and I turned to look who it was. The man in the red clock stood only a few feet away from me. “Of all the books in this

The master eyed the brown notebook, gently lifting them with his hand to open and read what was written. After scanning a long while, he noticed that all parts of the book have been covered with black magic. He quickly settled it down with a sour expression which Rose take as his disagreement to what he had seen written down there. “This belonged to her?” The master then took a long hum when she had nodded her head. “To tell you the truth, I don’t know who Hannah Maury is.”