Middle School Horror Books Novels & Stories

She asked. "Maybe next week. Can you come out of class for a few minutes? I need to ask you something" "Ah, I don't think so Anni, The professor is in class already. I'll talk to you later" she dropped the call before I could stop her. Since I wasn't prepared for class, I didn't have any other options than to wait for her in the school premises for the next two hours. Finding something to keep me occupied, I went into the library in search of books on vampires or something similar. I was directed to the shelf that contained books on mystical beings.

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?”

She opened it—pages parting easily now, as though the book recognized her exhaustion and offered no resistance. She flipped past the early chapters she had already memorized. Deeper. To the sections she had only skimmed before, too afraid to linger. *Control of the Undead* The script here was denser, colder. Diagrams of binding circles, sigils of domination, lists of names for the restless dead. Zombies—simple thralls of flesh, bound by will alone. Ghouls—carrion-eaters, drawn by hunger, controlled through offerings of meat and bone.

The Midnight Club erupted in a puddle of yeahs and that’s-the-spirits. Little do they know that they are in for a little treat. Little are they aware that what’s next to come will be the price of dawn. One of them must die. Tonight. — IN WHAT SEEMED LIKE A painfully ordinary month of August, on a Tuesday that looked like any other school day, all of Van Duke Public High School shuddered to the news of another death. Grief, fear, and remorse enveloped the campus. Terrifying rumors and gossips spread around the halls of Van Dyke faster than wildfire—most of them grounded from paranoia, none of them grounded from the truth.

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

she gives me a warm smile and just shakes her head before she nods and turns back to placing the books on the shelves. I quickly come across a book on bonds, but it takes me ages to find one about demons. I search through every book and shelf until, finally, at the very top, I spot a small, extremely dusty book. Although it doesn’t explicitly say “demons,” its title, “Monsters of Our World,” is the closest I can find.

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.

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."

Get yourself together. “Hahaha.. me too. Actually, it’s the first time I read the book, but I've seen the movies four or five times since I was little.” “You WATCHED Bram Stoker’s Dracula when you were little? Were you born into the Addams Family?” he chuckled a little. “Nah, I just happen to like classic horror movies since I was little. Dracu la, Friday the 13th, The Omen, Poltergeist, Child’s Play, you name it”. I blabbered nervously.