Horror Genre Novels Novels & Stories

Willa sprinted into the elevator, her eyes widening with fear and her fingers clutching her bag firmly for support. As a horror writer, one would think she was accustomed to such surroundings and may have even enjoyed them, but that was far from the truth. Willa hated everything about ghosts and haunted houses, and even the sight of too much blood drove her insane. The horror genre felt like a gift; she was so good at it and had written over thirty bestselling novels, but in reality, her fears had been portrayed in every character she created. As the elevator dinged, she sighed in relief and rushed out. She quickly searched her bag for her key, but as her hand touched the doorknob, the door

He held up the book I was reading and gave me an incredulous look, “Know your Earth? You can’t be serious!” “It’s a good read,” I defended myself. “There are other less depressing and boring genres you can read apart from this. Romance, thriller... you are too young to be reading this!” “I’m not into romance, fairy tales or horrors, especially not mythologies.” Ever since werewolves and vampires stopped being Halloween stories and became more real than fiction in my life, I just couldn’t read those kinds of books anymore. Romance books only reminded me of the love of my life and how I had abandoned him in fear and desperation. I should write a book on my own life, it would be a best seller,

The only reply was the suffocating smoke, swirling ominously around him, and the sound of his own ragged breaths, quickening with each passing moment. Panic clawed at his throat as he strained to hear any sign of her. But the silence was deafening. It intensified the horror that began to creep into his mind. “What if the Demons had caught up with Gem?” The thought alone sent icy tendrils of dread spiraling through him. As he breathed, he began to feel shadows flickering at the edges of his vision. Suddenly, a pale candlelight popped up before his eyes, illuminating the hallways with a creepy radiance.

He perfectly imagines the faces of the readers who are reading the current book, and the horror that is drawn unto their faces, knowing that the entire novel they are reading is true, happening in real life, but in some other dimension, as they live is a curse now. “Well then, shall I continue the game?” With the words that faded like a speck of dust unto the air and the feathered pen burns at its wake. He flips the pages of the book once more as the next verse was written and reads like the hunting darkness of a song that rings.

I put my phone back on the table and picked up my coffee, pressing play on the tv, I started watching the movie again. ***** After Annabelle, I watched The Nun, I felt it only appropriate to stick with the genre. After that, the spookiness was getting to me, so I decided to switch to a horror comedy and put Jeepers Creepers 1,2 and 3 on. By the time I was done with all these movies, the daylight was pretty much over and it was creeping slowly from late afternoon to evening. I started looking for what take away I wanted to have for dinner, but it all seemed so... ‘’Same old, same old’’.

They were fiction to humans, but all too real for people like Haydon and I. Slowly I skimmed the pages in one of the books and became fully aware of how much hatred vampire hunters had towards vampires. However, I realised that this was true mostly for the older generation. The generation my mom belonged to. Slowly I put the book down and headed to Haydon's bed where I sank gently into the duvets. Slowly I drifted off into a dreamless sleep, loving the potent scent of him. I was in an absolute state of peace when all of a sudden, I heard screams of agony coming from the room next door.

Written by Evelyn Mba ©®©® @Paranormal @Romance UNFOLD TRUTH The girl walked over to the other shelf, searching for another book to read. I need a horror book, Mister. Sylvia said to the Library attendant. About what? The man asked. Wolves and Witches. Roxanne said from the other side. Shut up, Witch. Sylvia snapped and turned to the attendant. I'll prefer TRUTH OR DARE. Sylvia said and the attendant shrugged.

“Um, yeah, that’s the genre I’m most known for. Why?” “I know you’ve written about vampires, zombies, demons, serial killers, and even a Sasquatch, but no books about haunted houses, correct?” “No novels,” Brad said, his stomach churning with acid as he detected the point of this line of questioning, “but in my collection I have a story about a haunted treehouse.” Ramon grunted. “I bet if you released a haunted house novel, it’d be a big hit. Especially now that you actually live in a haunted house, don’t you think?”

] _______Author's Note________ Hi Readers, How have you been? Do you like the progress of the story? Can you guess who is the magnolia killer? Check out my other novel that is here on goodnovel.com The Villainous Emperor is My Pet? This novel is a lot different from this novel. It belongs to multiple genres: supernatural, paranormal, romance, mystery with mature content.

After resting for a while, they walked around and saw a bookstore which they both agreed to enter. She was reading the back of Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen when Jacob asked her. “What do you say let’s read horror books? Like the ones we watched today?” “Eh? I’m scared. You go read first, then give me a summary, then I’ll decide. Haha!” “Roger!” as he picked The Dunwich Horror and Others by H.P. Lovecraft and IT by Stephen King. They finished book shopping, it was around three in the afternoon when Jacob invited her to go somewhere else.