Scary Dean Koontz Books Novels & Stories

He pulled out the book and groaned when he saw the papers were missing. “What is going on? You’ve been acting weird.” Machine said. “Come with me.” Dex groaned, standing up. “No. Tell me what the hell is going on.” Machine demanded, crossing his arms over his chest. “We can’t talk here. My room was just broken into. Where in the hell did that bastard go?” Dex growled, shoving past Machine. “Who?” He asked, looking around. “That fucker Decay! Bastard has been fucking playing us!” Dex growled, storming down the stairs.

Zane whispers words in a language I don’t understand. Suddenly, black smoke with a life of its own wraps around us. Chills run up and down my spine as goosebumps show on my arms. It’s cold, and I realize it’s not smoke. It’s a fucking shadow with glowing amber eyes. What the fuck kind of warlock is Zane? The one thing I didn’t ask him was what his coven practiced.

“I don’t want to lose my humanity.” He was about to assure her that he would do whatever it took to prevent that from happening when a few dozen of the zombie’s slower companions surrounded them. They instantly slid into zombie killing mode. The conversation about what she was becoming would have to wait. The first thing that Kendra realized was that the zombies weren’t really interested in her and Rex. It was the deer that they were after. Because she didn’t feel the threat that she normally felt upon their approach, she laid back for a few seconds to see what she could hear in her head. She heard nothing, but she sensed their hunger and undeniable drive to get to the deer.

Her mouth and throat were hot and dry from nervous anticipation. Past conversations with her aunt about zombies surfaced in her mind. Panic threatened to consume all reason as the movement grew closer. She did her best to focus on what she’d learned from those conversations. Her aunt had encountered a few mutants in the early years of the apocalypse. She said little about it, but Kendra could tell that whatever her aunt was forced to do had an unpleasant impact on her aunt’s soul.

For The Last Christmas A The Vampire’s Bride Christmas Bonus Zaira sat crouched in front of the high walls that surrounded the old manor. According to some very reliable sources, this particular vampire had chosen the most obvious of clichés and decided to reside in an old castle that scared the crap out of even the most badass hunters.

There were only four people here— I, Coazen, Angel, Caya and Deborah. Deborah laughed crazily. “Welcome to my abode, girls. Pray now ’cause this will serve as your graveyard,” she loudly mentioned. What the hell is she up to? Did she lose her mind? Is she planning to kill us all here? “Kekeke! I can sense this fainted aura coming from a lowly demon lurking outside this place. That girl’s mind is manipulated. As soon as she let hatred control her, she will be forever under the control of that demon,” Mammon segued in my head.

Vivian conceded, her tone a blend of relenting and caution. "Thank you so much, young lady. You are such a lifesaver," he expressed his gratitude, and a grateful smile adorned Vivian's face. "So, what's the name of the book you are looking for?" Vivian inquired, curiosity coloring her voice. "The White Death," he revealed, and Vivian's eyebrows shot up in surprise at the title. "What kind of book is that?" she asked, her curiosity piqued. "Supernatural," he replied, his gaze intensifying as he locked eyes with her.

- Samael thought as he prepared himself for a meeting with Nadir. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ At the same time, Maria found the book she was looking for from the owner of an antiques shop, but it was her property and it was impossible to buy or borrow the book, so Maria sat down at a table in the back of the shop, took out her notebook and copied the ritual she was interested in with all the drawings, which needed to be outlined. The owner of the book additionally instructed them on how to prepare for such a serious ritual, how to cleanse the room after it has been performed, so that nothing uninvited would remain in it. The woman also warned them to be careful, because by wanting to contact a particu

She asked before Mr Martins audibly cleared his throat. "Uhm. The book" He turned to Zach. "The book you're holding unto from the library?" Then Zach pulled out a significant novel from his jacket trying his best to shield the title from Regina- -the title that was clearly shown on the other sides, the voices in your head. -a psychological true life thriller about a young boy with the gift of hearing dead people's voices. And Zach had wandered, if there was a chance--it was his gift, and if maybe his was paranormal.