Horror Survival Books Novels & Stories

And find out if there was any way to fix it. As she drove, Caitlin thought again of the rare books she had found in her library. Most of all, she that of that one rare volume, and its torn page. She thought of its ancient ceremony, the one in Latin, with its cure for vampirism. She wondered again if it was real. Was that just passed down from folklore? An old wives’ tale?

Yesterday had gone well, but there’d been a moment where it was touch and go and my blood runs cold every time I think about what could have happened if I lost control and the mages got their powers back. “What’s wrong?” Soren finally asks with a small frown. I’ve been pacing like a caged tiger and he’s been very patiently trying to ignore me while attempting to read. Hilda found the book in the huge library Arlo’s pack has tucked away in an underground fortress and tasked him with checking whether it contains anything useful. Apparently we’re not the first werewolves to have a run-in with mages. The book is titled: Illusions and How to Dispel them. So far it hasn’t offered up anything of pr

he said. I recalled one of the books Julia had forced me to read—it was about demons and how they drank blood to survive. Back then, it had felt like nothing more than a dark fantasy, a story meant to scare children. But now... now I knew better. I had wondered why these girls were here. Now I understood. He needed a constant supply of blood. He needed their blood.

She hadn't expected the authorities to collect books from survivors, sort them, then offer them for trade again. With one disaster after another making even three meals a day uncertain, books were little more than firewood to the poorest survivors. Nobody would waste precious credits or supplies on them, so hardly any of them had sold. That worked out perfectly for Nicole. There were books on physics, math, chemistry, technology, biology, and all kinds of academic subjects, along with relationship magazines, novels in every genre, and even paintings. They were cheap, too. Nicole kept checking boxes and circling items with her pen. Once the apartments were sold, all of it would be hers.

Not just words spilling out this time. Scenes. Creatures. Hazards. One thick volume labeled CASTLE HAZARDS struck a stone, flipped open, and vomited a swarm of translucent, wailing shapes—castle ghosts, their eyes hollow, fingers like icicles. They shrieked and arrowed toward us in a ragged storm. Another book, NEON DRONE PATTERNS, burst against a fallen shelf. Drones extruded from the pages like wasps from a nest, metal bodies shining, eyes already lighting up with target locks.

The next second, the Patchwork Monster tore the man in half. He tossed the body outside casually. Just then, a crisp, bell-like voice sounded outside. “It’s after work hours, who’s so rude as to be throwing bodies around?” A young girl with three heads and eight arms appeared at the doorway. With just one look at the shop, anger filled her voice, and her hair stood on end. “Who the hell had a death wish and smashed the Number One Must-Eat shop in the entire horror game?”

Seeing him happy like that made me worry a little less than I did earlier, until Billy jumped off the bed and said something very disturbing. ‘What if Sharon is not dead?’ He asked me, his face wide with horror. ‘What do you mean?’ I was beginning to shake. ‘What if as soon as you left, Sharon got up and stopped the bleeding in time to call the police?’ ‘Please don’t say that Billy, because if she is not dead, then I am. She saw me. She saw me and at first, she wasn’t keen on letting me in but her sister insisted I come in.’ Billy and I exchanged horrified looks, I burst into tears and Billy came closer to me, trying to calm me down.

" IF YOU FUCK WITH ME , I WILL RIP OFF YOUR THROATS WITH MY BARE HAND...NOW GET OUT " "W..what ?" " I DON'T REPEAT MYSELF " " we....we can help get pas.. passed the boarders. " A guy with green dyed hair said She got in and stood in front of them . They tried to stop themselves from gagging because might anger her , but it was abortive . Her smell from the sewage was unbearable . " IF YOU ARE THINKING OF HANDING ME TO THE AUTHORITIES , I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN ,AND MAKE YOU WATCH AS I KILL THOSE YOU LOVE "

I could only hope that she would have settled in again by tonight, because otherwise I would be allowed to sleep on the couch one night again - and it was really uncomfortable. Sighing, I leaned back and opened the completely tattered book again, which I actually already knew by heart. But I wanted to repeat as much as possible today so that I could get off to a good start tomorrow. I ran my finger over the familiar table of contents. Foreword, evolution, instinct, social life, physiology, reproduction, ancestry, stem groups and subspecies. How many times had I made this movement with my finger? I couldn't count it anymore, but it was like a little ritual I had to go through before I could s

As he made his way across the room, he glanced at the bookshelves he passed but saw no books here that were turned upside down. Upstairs, he placed the book on an entry table in the hallway then paused, ears alert for any sounds like he’d heard this morning. Despite his love of horror, or perhaps because of it, Brad had never been easily unnerved. Scary movies, haunted trails and spook houses, most had little effect on him, and as for real life, he reserved his fear for things like disease, natural disasters, catastrophic accidents. It took more than an empty house to give him the creeps. Usually.