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The words written there looked rushed, almost messy, like whoever wrote them was confused and scared. “Why do I feel different from humans?” “Why do I crave blood?” “Why do I feel like tearing human flesh apart?” “Why do I feel like an animal?” “Why is it that anytime I see the full moon, my whole body starts vibrating?” “Why do I wake up feeling like I went somewhere… like I fought someone… like I ate humans?” The last line was written bigger than the others. “What am I?” The moment my eyes finished reading those words, the book slipped from my hands.

The sun's unyielding rays illuminated this quest, a relentless search for weaknesses in the formidable adversary who had become my prey. In these journals, Lucian was painted as cunning, malevolent, and a ruthless executioner without a shred of mercy. His name sent shivers down the spines of those who dared to speak it. He was the shadow in the night, the bane of countless lives, and the embodiment of chaos.

-------From the author--------- Hello hello! Your dear author is presenting you a 2k long chapter! Tomorrow is the start of our 2nd quarter, so the author will upload multiple chapters to catch up with other horror contest entries. I think for a week I'll be gone, and be late for the contest which is next month. I'm rushing the story but I promise to make it scary than rushed! By the way, this is my first thriller novel. ---Annie Chan 0:

Eros asked with a curious look. “Yes,” I replied with a small nod. “A thriller author means you like to write murder scenes, but why did you even get scared until you were hysterical last night like there are someone wanted to kill you?” My hands were stuck in the air, and I didn’t put the food in my mouth. The question made me cringe for a few seconds. I feel confused about this. Describing a murder scene excited me rather than exposing a romantic scene, but ever since Eros presence in my dream. I became scared.

The Specialists of Fear," I read so that anyone could hear the title of the book in my hands, which they gave me, looking with incredible examination at the drawing on the cover before investigating the young women. Are these the cutlery? The individuals who killed Sassa and Lucas? “Indeed .” It's them, Justoedith replies , gnawing on her thumbnail. Greece just gestures and hesitates behind her. I return my consideration regarding the book. —TR McCammon— I report the writer's name, skimming inside the expression—they're coming for all of us— which I'd have to admit is chilling. Have you previously searched for this person in G****e? Maybe it would be really smart to have a chat with him, to

I scooped my tripod from the ground and walked away from Rudy, who kept following me. "So, recently, there’s been a lot of killings by strange creatures. If you follow me or have read my work, you should be familiar with terms like werewolves, vampires, fae, and werefoxes. I’ve talked about these creatures for the longest time, and I believe these creatures, especially the ones from the werewolf world, are responsible for these killings." "Dr. Delia, please," Rudy was jogging towards me now, and I broke into a run, maintaining a moderate pace. Not that he could outrun me, though.

His first novel Brotherhood of the Dragon contained another Amun adventure, while 2020 sees the release of his WW1 trench murder mystery, Golgotha. Brandon Ebinger: Brandon Ebinger is a horror/dark fantasy author who lives in upstate New York with his fiancé and two cats. He holds a BA in creative writing. He enjoys horror films,Gothic rock and punk music and video games. He is a huge fan of haunted attractions, and spends October as a haunt actor. Brandon has written four horror/dark fantasy novels, Ash, Hollow Hills, The Afflicted and Rose. He has also published a handful of short stories within the genre. He has recently finished his most recent novel Broken Night and is at work on a new

He wrote about them based on the myths that he had heard, read, and gathered while continuing his daily life. "Van, open the door!" He groaned and got up from his seat. "What do you want? I’m writing." Van answered with no soul in his voice. He never let go of his passion for writing. Unfortunately, there was barely anyone wanting to buy any of his recent books. His patrons who used to buy his work say that his recent ones are too scary to be read as a children’s tale and too alarming to be enjoyed by adults. Still, he continued to write about those creatures unknown to men, lurking in the dark and waiting for the perfect victim.

“I don’t know,” she said. “Do you like to read? I blog about books, specifically horror and thriller books.” “Like Stephen King?” She nodded. “Stephen King, Dean Koontz, David W. Wright, Sean Platt, and, ah, Dan Wells.” He nodded slowly as she listed her favorite authors. “What about A. A. Abernathy?” Fuck! “You read Abernathy?” “Yeah, I just picked up the latest one. It’s pretty good so far.”

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