Mermaid Horror Book Novels & Stories

This shadow, this darkness with fangs, it had the power to stipulate how they dreamed and that made him crazy with need to blow the creature’s head off. “This is a local legend about nightmares, a satanic sorcerer, and black magic. It is titled as Shadows and Blood, and is 50 years old. Folklore, through songs and words and this guy had recorded it down, a little and a lot of his own story.” She looked at the book, biting her lips, forehead crinkling in concentration. “Sound gory and ancient and I have never heard of this.” Art said as he struggled to open his tired eyes. It burned from the lack of sleep. Aurora looked tired as well, but she was dogged to finish the book, to find anything mo

When I stepped into the hall, Jason caught my arm. “Aria....” “I’m going to the library,” I said. “There’s a book. In the restricted wing. On Binding Hungry Spirits.” He stared at me. “You can barely walk.” “I can remember,” I said. “And that’s enough.” The library was empty. I found the book hidden behind a false panel, its pages brittle, ink faded to rust. It spoke of the Hollow Revenant: born from the first soul denied burial, bound by blood-oaths, sustained by external animus.

Histories, myths, philosophies—every book was a whisper of the past. Ashara’s gaze stopped on a particular section on the far wall, its books older, darker in design, and faintly ominous. Something about the curling silver script caught her attention. One of the titles read: Nocturnae Vitae: The Legacy of the Blood Born. Her breath hitched. “Vampires?” she murmured, tilting her head.

13-15 Mermaid....15-20 River Nymph...21-22 River nymph only had a couple pages, same as Leviathan. I had heard of that before, and it made me uneasy to think as little was known about river nymphs as a leviathan. I opened the pages, flipping through them. I could see hand drawings of several types of beasts, some fish shaped, some with tentacles and multiple heads. I was surprised when I got to page twenty-one and saw no drawings.

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

Samurai and Other Stories by William Meikle Stuck On You and Other Prime Cuts by Jasper Bark Poetry collections: WAR by Alessandro Manzetti and Marge Simon Brief Encounters with My Third Eye by Bruce Boston No Mercy: Dark Poems by Alessandro Manzetti Eden Underground: Poetry of Darkness by Alessandro Manzetti If you’ve ever thought of becoming an author, we’d also like to recommend these non-fiction titles: The Dead Stage: The Journey from Page to Stage by Dan Weatherer Where Nightmares Come From: The Art of Storytelling in the Horror Genre, edited by Joe Mynhardt and Eugene Johnson Horror 101: The Way Forward, edited by Joe Mynhardt and Emma Audsley Horror 201: The Silver Scream Vol.1 and V

The most toxic of all metals for vampires. He looked past them, and saw additional layers of bars behind them. He had no doubt now that the savage seven were being kept here. Kyle heard a faint rumbling noise. As he leaned in, suddenly a long, yellow claw reached out of the blackness, towards the bars. This was followed by a hideous face, with long, orange fangs, drooling. He could smell its rotten breath, even from here. Ancient, primordial creatures, the savage seven were too hideous too look at, even for Kyle, and he had to turn away. For a moment, he felt relieved that they were locked up, and he second-guessed releasing them.

Maybe with Phoebe, we’ll be able to unravel the mysteries around this. Waking side by side, we went into her room. Picking up the book, it ignited with a golden glow, pages opening on its own. “What sort of book is this?” I muttered to myself, scrutinizing it. Thankfully, Hayley wasn’t in the room, giving us time to read it. The book talked about creatures that existed before werewolves such as vampires, fox spirit, fairies and the rest. Phoebe seemed more invested in fox spirits, her fingers traced the intricate drawings, her gaze never leaving. Following her line of sight, I saw the drawing of a fox with nine tails, its eyes ignited with a violet glow, looking so divine and magnificent. “V

Old, witch-begotten. My hands trembled as I pulled it free. It was heavier than I expected, and colder too—as if it had a life of its own. I placed it carefully on the reading table, brushing off heavy layers of grime with my sleeve. The cover was plain of title, bearing only a carved serpent entwined around a crescent moon. My heart skipped. This wasn't just a book. This was sacred. or demonic. I opened the first page. "Let the darkness be born in blood. Let the son of the accursed bloodline rise out of the ashes of the slain witches. His mate will bleed, and from her womb will come salvation… or destruction."

Before I left Zion’s mansion, I stole something. The moment my fingers brushed against it, I recognized it from my books. Ancient. Rare. Mostly used by the mermaids in the North. Yes—mermaids. I laughed breathlessly as I ran. That crazy bastard knew a mermaid. No wonder he was so obsessed with immortality and dark magic. But he didn’t love her. Oh no. Men like him were incapable of love. He must have kidnapped her. Which begged the real question—where was she being kept? The thought sent a thrill through me, sharp and intoxicating. Everything was falling into place in ways I hadn’t even planned for. The vampire king tested me, Zion’s secrets unraveling, a mermaid tied into it all—too many op