New Horror Books Novels & Stories

I have only 3 days left before miss Lauretta throws me out. I went to collect the bill for his meal,his girlfriend is a talkative. She talks like a parrot,I made to collect it as soon as my hands touched his,I felt a tingling sensation, I quickly took the money and left. He stood up and left. I counted the money,while counting it I saw a note.. "COUNTRY CITY MALL...7PM" Oh my god he left a note,he wanted to see me. I contemplated going. I didn't know him enough but, risks are meant to be taken .

The fleeting shadow of the woman in the corner, the insistent, brutal clang that resonated in my skull whenever iron came into view, the cold, dull weight of the stolen spoons hidden beneath my mattress – they were pieces of a nightmare bleeding into my waking hours. Sleep offered no escape. My nights were haunted by vivid, unsettling dreams. I would find myself standing in a vast, echoing library, the air thick with the scent of dust and decay. Towering shelves stretched into shadow, filled with countless ancient tomes. But one book always stood out, its spine a dark, gnarled wood bound with tarnished silver clasps. An inscription, etched in a language I didn’t understand yet felt deep in m

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.

Officers, security guards, press agents – the entire crowd parted ways. Humans are too easy to control, he thought. The slightest bit of mindbending, and they scurry out of the way like sheep. A vampire of the Blacktide Coven, Kyle had seen it all in his 3,000 plus years. He had been there when they killed Christ. He had witnessed the French Revolution. He had watched smallpox spread across Europe—and had even helped it spread. There was nothing left that could surprise them. But this night surprised him. And he did not like to be surprised.

Finally, she found the one she was looking for. Layla managed to grab the book and add it to her stack in her arms when her eyes caught sight of something. A book stood out among the rest. It was bound with dark brown leather and had brandished designs on the spine. The title read - Malleus Vampiro: A Treatise on Vampires. Placing her other books on the floor, Layla pulled the leather-bound book from its home amongst the others and opened it. As her eyes skimmed the pages, she caught a couple of words; SHADOW STALKERS, BLOODSUCKER, PHANTOMS.

Damon nodded I flew to the library the following day to return 'kidnapped' I decided I wanted another book, this time I chose a different author and a different genre, I chose horror, which wasnt far from thriller, like the first book, but horror was my favourite, I loved how ghosts were scary, and there were demons, and scary witches that cursed you, it made me laugh, for some reason this had always made me laugh, even before I knew I was a witch, now I knew why. The librarian was amazed to see me so quickly, but nodded in greeting, I nodded back. I chose a book called second nature, and blinked home, yes I could've flown but decided to blink. As soon as I got home I felt danger, not exactl

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?

“What happens to the books at the other apartment?” “Thorne will make sure they go back to the library.” She looked up. “Library? They have those books at the library?” “No.” Noah stubbed out the cigarette and came back inside. He pulled out his phone and sat opposite her. “The Horde has a library.” “Of course, they do.” Serenity’s gaze shifted back to the book, and she started to read again, silence falling between her and the demon opposite. She wasn’t running anymore, and she smiled at the idea. There was still so much she had to learn if she wanted to stay safe and while she should have probably been an absolute mess mentally, with the ideas of demons and angels—something felt right.

It was then that she spotted the ancient spell book her grandmother gifted her on her fifteenth birthday and hope sprung forth. “I can think of only one thing to do to keep ye from his grasp and, possibly, reverse -or at least lessen- the bloodlust ye have,” Agatha said with an anxious tone. “I recall seeing something in this book my grandmother gifted to me. She was a powerful witch.” “Please hurry,” Kira struggled to say in a voice that echoed with a male tone. Agatha grabbed the spell book and quickly flipped through the pages while she warily moved away from her friend whose emerald green eyes were displaying flecks of dancing red light.

I marched straight to the house where the Swans were staying and pounded on the door. They opened the door, annoyance written all over their faces. "Spit it out!" "Where's my handbook?" I questioned. "What does that have to do with us?" Afro and the others lived just next door, and they watched us with interest. It wasn't hard to guess that they had already joined forces. They wanted to see whether losing the handbook would be the trigger that would cause any monsters to appear and devour me. That way, they could figure out how to complete the final objective of defeating the final boss.