Novel & Cerita Horror Chapter Books

Curiously I opened the book; the first page I saw, it had handwritten writing which looked very old and the pages were almost yellowish, it said “The sun will turn into darkness, and the moon into blood, before the great and dreadful day of the Lord’s arrival. He will come and claim what is his and the children of the night will bow down to it". I turned the page to read more but the book started to disappear from my hand. My vision went black and I posted back into my room with a pang of pain in my head I placed my hand on my head and my eyes opened wide. What does that mean? I thought. I opened the notes from my phone and type exactly what I read in the book. Children of night what does th

I grinned. Rina snorted. “I’m a little annoyed by people trying to turn classic literature into horror shit.” Kimi and I looked at her in surprise. “So, you prefer pure horror?” I asked. Rina rolled her eyes. “Have you met your sister? She’s all about the jump scares and psychological thrillers.” I wrinkled my nose. “So is your brother. I’m not going to lie, Blood and Chocolate and Warm Bodies were a compromise. As was Shaun of the Dead.”

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

But the gilded gold title was what caught my eye. Vampyres and their Nightmates My breath came in short, quick gasps, and I watched my hands reach for the book and flip it over as an observer, rather than an active participant. I could feel the book between my hands, even as my fingers moved without my permission, or my guidance; I could feel its strange, almost fuzzy texture, and I could smell the musty old-paper smell as I pressed it flat, open on the page Kathrena had been reading. Then it felt as though my dead heart stopped beating for a second time. Kathrena had been reading chapter five, but even as I read the embossed V I could see the chapter title beneath:

Scarlet needs her mother. The words floated before Caitlin for a moment before burning up and dropping to the open pages of the book like ash. She looked on, frowning, needing more. Vampire blood holds the key. Heed my warning. Prepare for war. I beg you. Ready yourself. Every move you make from this moment on will determine your future. Again, the words aligned for a moment before setting fire, burning up, and dropping to the blank page of the book spread before Caitlin. She desperately tried to decipher their meaning, as more words began to formulate before her.

This chapter sets the tone of the new book, deepens the danger, raises the stakes, and shows the first real awakening of the child’s power. ⸻ **BOOK TWO — CHAPTER ONE “The Blood Between Realms”** (approx. 600–650 words) The realm trembled all night. Not from battle. Not from Malik’s fury pulsing through the stone corridors. Not from the Underworld pounding at invisible gates. It trembled because of the child.

something that she wasn’t paying attention to. Quick as a flash Levy got off the bed and started looking through the books that she brought, her eyes skimming through the title of each chapter. “ Soul resurrection, how to make Sorcerer's stone, summoning of the great wizard, making of the wand, law of Hamartia…” she read the title of each chapter before reaching the end of the book. And just like the notebooks’ there wasn’t even the slightest hint of the spell called soul fetching, how was this possible? The book had an entire thirty-page chapter on soul resurrection but not soul fetching.

I was sure. I sighed and flipped it open again, running my fingers across the stiff old pages. The writing inside was tiny, neat, and definitely older than anything I had ever seen in Father’s library. Each chapter had illustrations of different beasts, creatures I’d only heard whispers of. Gargoyles, gnomes that were alive, serpent women and even sirens. None of these existed though… or did they? I could feel my head throbbing from an oncoming headache so I just shut the book and stared at the ceiling of my room.

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.

But due to the old age, the part of the leather had turned dusty, causing it to crack and peel off. Rose who was handed the book slowly opened the book that made a slight cracking noise. She stared at the old yellow pages, opening it to find that the book had not only been hand written but also had drawn. There was a vampire in the first page, drawn by hand, their figure, features, and even the maliciousness was exactly the same as what she had seen before. It made her curious of the other beings drawn there, finding skeletons that could move and act on their own, animals that were dead but would fight upon a magic casted by the sorcerer.