Houses Of Horror Book Novels & Stories

More annoying was that he followed me until I reached the house and closed the door on his face. ******* I was reading a book from the library which was luckily found by me. It was hidden behind a large shelf filled with Mr.green eyes family pictures. I hated that shelf the most but then a thought cross my mind, not only rack but I hated everything in this pack. I roamed around in the library which I think held something important because of course, that was why it was hidden. While taking a look at the book I saw a book which's cover was of a girl with her half face covered in blood and her big red gown was torn. The cover somehow intrigued me but just when I started reading it, I heard a k

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?

Yet here they are, running amok and causing havoc in his heart. “This strange curse plaguing the land of the werewolves is familiar. I’m sure I’ve read it somewhere. Can you confirm it for me, dear?” “Of course, mother.” He heard her approaching footsteps. “What curse is it—” They stopped. Something fell on the floor a few steps away from him, a book. Her book. Right beside the book was the pair of feet, rooted to the ground. “Phaedra? What is the matter, dear? Do you know each other?” Her mother asks, but neither of the two were paying attention.

I muttered as I ran toward my chambers, driven by a strange pull, a gut feeling that something was there waiting for me. In my room, I scanned my surroundings, something drawing me to a concealed compartment behind my bookshelf. I opened it, finding a small, worn book—a diary. My heart sank as I opened it, the words inside telling a dark, familiar story. This wasn’t just any diary; this was Luna Nora’s collection of secrets, a meticulous record of every vile act, every betrayal. The curses, the deaths, the machinations that had torn my family apart—it was all here.

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

The front cover is bound in iron-threaded leather, and boldly written on it with a black ink is… The Rulebook of the House—La Casa di Sangue (The house of blood) Established: 1997–Amended through blood and oath. The book looks scary. I have not read a single rule yet but I know I won't like what I see. The book is stained with blood and I wonder whose blood is that? Could it be someone they killed in the house? The thought makes me panic. My hands start to shake. I can't control it. And then the book falls to the ground with a loud thud.

She’d snuck into the forbidden library with a boy who didn’t speak much, who had bruises on his back and fire in his eyes. Ethan. And together, they’d read books that even the patriarchs feared to open. One of those books spoke of “The Heart of the House.” It remembers every blood that’s been spilled in its name. But none of the books said it was real. She thought it was symbolic. A metaphor for the darkness rooted in this land. Now she stood before it. And it was awake. Ethan’s face in the blood began to blur. At the same moment, the manor groaned. Not an earthquake—but something deeper. Like a beast shifting underground.

They were different, written in a hurried, almost frantic hand. The words on the page were a warning. A warning about the house, about the power it held over those who entered it. The journal spoke of a ritual, an ancient practice that bound the house’s inhabitants to it. Once you entered Blackwood Manor, you were never truly free. The house claimed its occupants, feeding on their fear, their desires, and their souls. The final entry in the journal read:

Then I threw them into the room where Nicole was being held. Seeing her bulging eyes and tongue stretched three feet long, they slammed desperately on the door in terror. No one said a word. All they could do was repeatedly use the knives I threw inside to kill Nicole—who could resurrect endlessly. And Nicole, using her long tongue, continued forcing them into desperate corners. By the time I went to collect the remains, the room reeked of blood so thick it stung the nose. There was not a single trace of human tissue left—only pools of blood and minced flesh.

Earnestine said, she knew that she was either a witch or supernatural but she just couldn't tell. The lamp in her room lit the room up, though the sun still poured its magnificent gleams across the town. She enjoyed it when she locked up herself, and the whole place was dark. It allowed her to concentrate and figure out what she was doing. Hayley was sitting on her bed, her books were scattered, her witch Grimoire, and the book of unbinding.