Horror Novel Publishers Novels & Stories

"I think we both need some time to cool down. Alright, I'm hanging up. I've got other things to do." Mindy hung up. She then turned and was met with Mirnda's inquisitive eyes. She smiled and said, "It's nothing. Just my editor from the publisher's." "Are you sure it's really nothing?" "Why would I lie to you?" Mindy asked in amusement while pulling Miranda into a hug. "The publishing industry hasn't been doing well lately. Many popular authors have switched to publishing web novels now, and they're earning pots of gold from it. "Of course, there were also a handful of them who failed and disappeared off the face of the earth. My editor wants me to switch like them and write web novels instea

Those books were older than any of the others in his office. The bottom shelf (the one he’d been searching when he’d first heard the cats playing in the hall) held his collection of horror anthologies. The famed Whispers series, edited by Stuart David Schiff, featuring the varied works of Ramsey Campbell, Stephen King, Charles Grant and so many others. The Mammoth Book of Best New Horror from England. The Shivers series, published by Cemetery Dance. Masques, Borderlands, Shadows, Stalkers, Dark Forces, October Dreams I & II, Corpse Blossoms, Horror Library Volumes 1-5, and Prime Evil. Classic horror anthologies jammed next to paperback collections of slightly lesser repute with titles to mat

"What can I do for ye young man?" "I need this Fantasy book 'Legend of a Dark Morth' by VIC NOVELLA, I wanted to find out if it has been published" "Errr, I uhm.... Need to check my collection" The old book keeper, Dressed in a tick rain coat with Fluffy edges stood on his feet and slipped behind the desk to sit. Riffling through the long dark book and peeking at it through his spectacles. "I think the first published set has been exhausted and out of the market for the meantime, but I think I have few left over copies here" he uttered wetting the tip of his index finger with saliva.

He barks out a laugh, making me jump in surprise. "What kind of witch are you? Can you not read?" My cheeks heat up more, but now from anger. "I can read!" "Really." He flips the book shut before leafing through the first few introductory pages. "'Demonology'." "What?!" I rip the book out of his hands. My eyes land on the first few paragraphs underneath the introduction. 'Demonology: How To Trap, Capture, and Keep Your Demon. A How To Guide On All Things Demon Related. Magic, Curses, and Keeping Your Demon From Magical Outbursts'.

he trailed off, his attention diverted by a notification on his phone. I didn't mean to look at his phone, but I couldn't help but notice that it was a notification announcing the release of a series I have been anticipating. "Oh my God, is that 'Dracul’ by Dacre Stoker and J.D. Barker?" I exclaimed, my excitement evident. "Yeah, you know it?" he asked. "Duhhh! I love horror fiction. I've been waiting for it to come out," I gushed, thrilled to find someone who shared my enthusiasm.

Yue was in a meeting at his company earlier, when he returned to the mansion, even though he was in negotiations with Amasteus who was talking about the new acquisition, a publisher that would be responsible for the publications of the thief of authors from other worlds. - A little bit of everything, then. - Yue said. - I think those novels that exist in other dimensions do not exist here, there is no data, so we can release them. - Yue said. - There is a copy of a world of vampires written by the creator of Lord of the Rings, called Lord of the Vampires. Maghdala was at her side signing documents, in which they would be the agency in which she would publish her novels. While they finished,

He was lying face down, and face up, all at once. I live in that house now. I am the village "fixer." And every night, I listen to the scratching beneath the floorboards. I don't fear the ones that crawl. I fear the ones that wait. Because now I know that the most terrifying thing in the world isn't death—it’s a corpse that refuses to close its eyes.

He pointed to the horizon. The "Publisher's Flagship" wasn't alone. Behind it, emerging from the "White Void" at the edge of the world, were thousands of similar ships. "You didn't just fight a Director," the Child-Arthur whispered. "You fought the Platform. And the Platform doesn't allow a story to end until the Contract is fulfilled. And your contract... it just got sold to a Horror publisher." The violet vines on the buildings didn't just pulse—they turned Black.

“No doubt.” “What about those two small FedEx boxes?” “Most recent novels from Samhain Horror.” “Awesome. Those books I bought at the Webb County Library sale last week?” “Sorted into general and mystery fiction. Struck the mother lode with all those Mary Higgins Clark novels.” “We cater to all tastes, miss. Unless you like Twilight, 50 Shades of Gray or James Patterson. Folks want drivel, they can drive to Utica.” “Hey. I actually liked Twilight. It wasn’t all bad.”

"What’s the publisher’s name?" "Thornfield Press," Damien said. "Small. Independent. The kind with good taste and a long memory." "I know them," she said. "I looked them up last October when they first reached out." Damien blinked. "You looked them up?" "I look everything up, Damien. You know this." The smirk returned to the corner of his mouth. She looked back at the October light. "I'm not saying yes. I'm saying send me the contact. I'll call them myself."