Horror Creature Books Novels & Stories

I ask him and he stands and goes over to his bookshelves and pulls out a huge book and brings it over to desk that sits in the corner of the room. I quickly get up and moved to him wanting to see the content in the book. I look at the pages as Travis flips slowly through them and I realize every horror movie made in Hollywood was made from a creature of this book. I began to read a page and Travis went to flip the page to quickly and I reached down to stop him from flipping the page and my hand accidentally brushed his hand and chills went through my body to the tips of my toes and I turned to look at him and he was already looking at me.

It might be frigging starving! A disturbing idea popped up in my head as I drove past the Manor gates: if this thing had been attached to Brandon Price, it’d gone from feeding on residual energy to living emotions. So maybe it wasn’t a badass demon, but it wasn’t a simple scavenger anymore. I’d heard that wild predators, like lions and tigers, disregard any other food once they tasted human flesh.

A sigh follows my silence, and he lifts one hand and slides his hood down, sending me into a sudden frozen moment of trepidation that he might be unveiling some grotesque creature I thought only existed in the grimoires in Rema’s dungeon. Visions flash through my mind of the ogres and trolls in the books. Bulging eyes, misshapen skulls, large gross teeth dripping with saliva and blood, or green pus oozing from skin littered with warts and sores. Pictures of demon-like creatures dwelling in dark places, and I am rooted to the spot, unable to look away. I hold my breath, squeeze up my shoulders to hold in any unwelcome reaction that may anger him, and then balk in disbelief when what is unveil

The books here were faintly covered in dust. As he reached out to the top shelf, his eyes fell on a familiar thick black book lying on the floor. The Art Of The Body. Before he could stop himself, his eyes flicked up and locked with Scarlett. She didn't look away, but a deep blush gradually spread across her cheeks. That book brought back memories, and for a moment, he forgot the unspoken tension between them. He looked away finally and pulled out several dusty books from the shelf. Two were about old werewolves, one about vampires, and the last one was about witches.

‎Letting out a deep breath, I opened my mouth ready to spur out the poison in my heart– but before the words even came to fruition, I spotted a truly horrifying scene that made goosebumps surface all over my skin. ‎It was a creature one could only imagine in a truly demonic nightmare. ‎In all my years of writing horror novels, I had never imagined something so disturbing . ‎ ‎At the corner of my eye, I spotted a half wolf– half owl creature, with human like nose, ears and limbs. ‎Its head was that of an owl. ‎Its body– that of an extra large brown wolf, dripping with blood stains. ‎It had large red eyes, the exact same eyes I had spotted in the dark a couple of minutes ago.

[Mythelogical Creatures_species born with Immense powers___ Werewolves, Vampires, Lycanthropy_Creatures with fangs and Claws____ Witches, Dhampir, Moroi, Stregoi and Hellhounds] Reed read out the words aloud as he went through the pages and then Stopped as he closed the book and threw it on his Table. Standing on his feet, Reed walked towards the table, threw some pills down his throat and finished it off with a glass of water. Though the medics still hadn't healed the wound yet but he still had to take them.

she continued. I didn’t wait for further directions and headed that way. Sara was right. The library was crammed with books so rare that I didn’t even think they existed. I ran my fingers over them and stopped at the supernatural section. Werewolves. The variety of these books was astonishing. A Hidden History or Under the Full Moon. But the one that caught my attention was The Grim Howl.

Before a thunderous roar broke the awful calm that was pressing against my ears, the ground underneath us trembled. The darkness shifted. Figures of creatures I had never seen before began to take shape. Not only wolves, not only lycans. They were dark creatures, their bodies writhing as though they were composed of bone and smoke, their eyes sunken and their smiles jagged. An army. It wasn't a part of this world. Horror took hold of me, and my gut knotted. My breath caught as Jacqueline's golden eyes pierced mine with a searing yearning. "Rhea, a bigger war is on the horizon. And the key to it is you.

Unlike novels, these textbooks were dense with information, constantly branching off into a new subject matter before I could blink. Elemental magic with its day and night dependency, tracked by the schedule of the moon. Blood magic, jeweled hilts that enhance pain and pleasure, amplifying magical curses and hexes. Seers, oracles, and tricksters. Monsters, ghouls, and creatures I had no name for. As I child, I slept soundly. I never feared the monster beneath my bed because I had always been under the impression that werewolves were the only beasts in this world worth fearing. I had never thought, nor could I have imagined some of the creatures within the pages of this book.

Room was never that big and the portraits like that had never been made or seen in the pack house before . The cabinet and the glass container which shattered were part of the illusion too to make me fear. I went through many other books in the search of the other half of the piece of paper that was in my hand .None of them was missing any piece. The books were old but not that old like the piece of paper in my hand .It was yellow in color and it was almost falling off .I wanted to know from where that piece came inside that book. There were few other books about witches, most of them were about their history and nothing else. Getting bored of this search I was into the other half of the lib