Horror Stories Book Novels & Stories

I felt a shiver run down my spine as I ran my fingers over the embossed title: Nightstalkers; Hunting the Creatures of the Night. As I opened the book, I felt a shiver run down my spine. The pages were old and worn, their corners curling up from years of use. The illustrations within were both beautiful and terrifying, depicting hunters fighting against the creatures I had come to learn about; werewolves, vampires, and other beasts of the night. As I read through the book, I felt my heart racing with excitement and fear. I learned about the different types of hunters and their techniques for tracking and killing these dangerous creatures. Fear overtook me as I thought of Dorian, fighting ag

Nodding toward the book he said, "Is this what you encountered?" I pulled the book closer. When Laeddin leaned in to see as well, I held my breath, fighting to ignore his beckoning blood. The book had pictures of skulls with smoke coming off them, their eyes glowed red. Human bodies bent at strange angles. The pictures definitely resembled what I'd seen happen with the man in the forest and with Abby. Several different kinds of names were given, but demura wasn't one of them. There also wasn't any information on how they could be killed. "I think so."

The forest had been quiet for so long, but now it was alive — or rather, it was dying. The air was thick with the stench of rot, the world around them feeling like a wound that refused to heal. As Clara, Lucas, and Ashani struggled to push through the rising tide of shadows, they could feel the darkness closing in, pressing down on them from every side, pulling at their very souls. The air itself seemed to whisper with forgotten words, old and malevolent, like the earth itself was speaking to them in a language that none of them could understand.

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.

There was an obvious distance growing between us. Tonight was the night of a full moon. A bliss for werewolves—all except me. My stomach twisted at the thought. The full moons always brought me nightmares; strange visions that clawed their way into my head until I woke up screaming. I didn’t know if they were some kind of warnings, lost memories, or just my own fears twisted to make me uneasy. One thing was for sure: every time, they left me puzzled. I turned on my side and reached for a book hidden under my pillow—the same one the old healer had given to me before he passed. His voice still ringing in my head, telling me that the book held answers—maybe answers about my dreams—and maybe ans

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.

His hand pushed my head down further on him and forced me to stay there. I tried to breathe out of my nose and gagged once more. I needed to breathe. The lights turned on, and I froze. Fear and excitement stirred within me at the thought of getting caught. As long as I kept quiet, we wouldn’t be. “I already checked in there,” Helen said. Mr. Albert's tongue massaged my clit faster as his fingers thrust hard and deep inside of me. The sound of my wet pussy squelching overwhelmed me. There’s no doubt that they couldn’t hear it.

Jane's pulse thundered in her ears as she stared at the cock bobbing before her, thick veins pulsing along its impossible length easily twelve inches, black as midnight, the head a flared plum swelling wider than her wrist. It belonged to Darius, the towering stranger she'd matched with on that anonymous app, his dark skin gleaming under the motel room's cheap lamp, muscles rippling as he stroked it lazily. *Holy fuck, that's the biggest, longest monster I've ever seen,* she thought, mouth watering despite the knot of intimidation twisting her gut. Her pussy clenched emptily, already soaked through her panties from the buildup the teasing photos, the sexts promising to wreck her. Worth every

*Centuries ago, a time where Vampires, sphinx and werewolves lived together in peace, love and harmony, until evil covered the cloud of Transylvania* My name is Luther, I'm a vampire from the old world, I am over 400 years old, I lived in Transylvania, my father was the over Lord (Dracula) my mom was a werewolf (Tania) from Romania (another city where werewolves and other creatures live) but died 200 years after my younger sisters' birth, her name is Annabelle, she is 300 years old, I was to be dad's successor but everything changed when my father was killed, it was the day of my inauguration, we were ambushed by our own people, sects of disloyal elves and Sphinx, and it all turned out to b

You could say that very night Prince Aldrich was scared for life, he was awakened by constants moans and groans of the newly weded couple. The things he heard and saw, unfortunately vampires are also gifted in being able to see well in the dark. They might have thought they hid well in between the book shelves while they fucked eachother brains out but they were not and he witnessed everything! With all the crazy changes and things in his life, he wants her in a way he hadn’t since the start of their conversation. He wants what she's offering, if for no other reason than the prospect of losing himself in something, Even if it's only for one night. Even if the woman in question had never disp