Horror/thriller Books By Black Authors Novels & Stories

I apologize. But for those who like it, don't forget to check my other book. I also have a new ongoing one (PULSE: A CONTRACT WITH DAMIEN.) A seven in one book. Let's give you a sneak peek shall we? Vampires -Death. Fae's - Darkness. Demons - Agony. Werewolves - Curse. Humans - Fear. Witches/ Warlocks/ and Beasts - Dark magic. DOOM(HELL) - ALL. ALL THE SPECIES AND THEIR TRIBULATIONS.

“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.”

Countless shelves lined with weathered books and scrolls stretched into the distance, promising untold secrets and forgotten wisdom. They made their way through the labyrinthine aisles, their eyes scanning the titles and searching for any mention of Lycans or black magic. Dust danced in the rays of sunlight that filtered through stained glass windows, lending an ethereal quality to their journey. Finally, they discovered a section dedicated to ancient legends and forbidden knowledge. The books here were wrapped in worn leather, their pages delicate and yellowed with age. Rey's fingers traced the spines until they settled upon a tome titled "The Chronicles of Shadows: Unveiling the Secrets of

You can message me via my social media accounts and we can be friends there. F******k Account: Ben Miguel Agustin I*******m Account: @yuuji_sukunarts Email Address: tanjiroalvez@g***l.com Thank you again for reading this story. Thank you also to GoodNovel for giving me the opportunity to share my craft to you. And above all, I thank God for giving me the wisdom, strength and courage to finish this story. All glory to Him. I am closing this story but will be writing the volume 2 next year. Please be informed that this is the first installment of my series titled, “Black Zodiac series.” Thank you and sending lots of love.

I slipped behind a broken section of wall, pressing myself flat against the stone. The footsteps passed. Two guards. Running. Running. That never happens. Guards don’t run. Not here. Not unless something is very wrong. I waited. Counted slowly in my head. Then I stepped out again. But this time… I didn’t go deeper. I turned back. Because something told me— Whatever was happening tonight… I wasn’t ready for it. Thorne POV The first wolf came from the left. Fast. Silent. Wrong move. I twisted just as it lunged, my claws tearing through its throat mid-air. Blood sprayed across my chest as its body crashed beside me.

And the secrets Adrian left behind were punishable. “Tatiana, let’s go,” Sasha repeated. Another shuddering breath filled my lungs. Black suits slowly drifted away, taking their black hearts with them. The sea of underworld men came to pay respects. Russian. Italian. American. Canadian. Colombian. A sea of black, which I’d always been a part of. No matter how much my brothers sheltered me. My eyes flickered to my brother, seeing him through the fog of grief. It felt like I wasn’t really here. But then I was.

“IT’S JUST I HAD a different book in mind when ink spilled on this one, plus what’s left to do in a finished book?” They, of course, ignored me Completely probably deciding if I would not explain, they were just going to proceed. One of the three waved their hand above the inky darkness we were standing on, and instantly a book on a pedestal was in front of them on the floor. It showed off my title, ‘1001 Dark Tales’. I instantly held my breath, hoping they didn’t realize what that meant. But if they had, they said nothing. Instead, they just started flipping through the pages of the book, looking for which store to choose.

Darkness crept in from the edges of my vision, narrowing everything to a shrinking tunnel. "Lilith, come on, get up. This isn't funny." Panic sharpened his voice now, fear replacing the earlier arrogance. Good. He should be scared. I wanted to tell him I hated him, that I hoped he choked on his fifty thousand dollars, that karma would hunt him down eventually. But my tongue lay thick and heavy and useless in my mouth, the words trapped somewhere unreachable. The darkness spread faster now, devouring everything in its path. Tyler's terrified face, the sky stretching above, even the pain radiating through my skull. All of it dissolving into nothing while I lay there on his driveway with warmth

I searched, moving quietly, methodically. There was no sign of the Living Book, but a drawer caught my eye. Locked. I tried to find a key, rifling through the corners, checking beneath cushions and shelves, but came up empty. Then I moved to the second room, the darker one. The air changed instantly. The walls were draped with horrifying paintings, symbols carved into stone with a cruelty that made my skin prickle. But I forced myself to ignore the dread twisting in my gut. I wasn’t here for fear. I was here for truth.