Scary Thriller Books Novels & Stories

Francesco My hands trembled as I placed them on The Black Book. This isn't going to be easy. But I have to do it. I sucked in a sharp breath and flipped open the cover. Deadly Sins. Wild Secrets. Mafia Rules. Do You Dare To Enter? A chill ran down my spine. What the hell does that mean? I swallowed hard and turned the first page. Nothing. A frown creased my forehead. I flipped to the next. Still nothing.

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

I unfold it with trembling fingers, revealing a hastily written note: "Trust no one. They will kill to protect their secrets." The handwriting is unfamiliar, but the weight of the words sends a shiver down my spine. Before I can process the note, the sound of footsteps in the hallway freezes me in place. Someone’s coming. I shove the note into my pocket and slide the book back onto the shelf, then duck behind a large armchair near the window. The library door creaks open, and I hold my breath. The figure that steps inside is tall and broad, moving with a predatory grace that makes my stomach twist. The dim light catches on the scar running down his cheek.

Rita feels a chill run down her spine. Despite her fear, Rita decides to go inside the house. She carefully opens the front door and steps inside. She sees that there's a trail of books leading from the front door, down the hallway, and into the living room. The books are all old and dusty, and some of them look like they haven't been touched in years. Rita follows the trail of books, and as she walks into the living room, she sees something that makes her blood run cold.

It was like those horror movie scenes where the possessed person turns their head in an unnatural speed to a super creepy angle that causes their hair behind your neck to rise. I was surprised I didn't hear a loud crack from her. I raised my hands up in surrender as quickly as she had turned her head to stab me with her glare before she actually murders me. Anyone who knows Casey knows not to mess with her book collection, unless they want to end up dead in a ditch in the middle of nowhere. That girl does not joke about her books. When she finally secured her book and redirected her focus back to it instead of me, I knew I wouldn't have to worry about questions being rained down on me.

, but before the old lady could complete CEO intervenes,” just throw her out of my cabin right now or else I am going to fire you all”, ordering his guards Just burn each and every copy of this book or else ....”, But before she could complete her sentence suddenly her voice gets husky and his facial expressions starts changing, and she again continues,” I am going to. “, and once again before completing her sentence she ends up hitting wall of the room exploding her mind like a bomb and soon her blood spills all over the room which leaves both of us scared So not having any other option with just ended up burning each and every copy of the book which were collected across the globe but stil

I started to panic, I need to find a way to get out from this situation. They barely hear me cough so I can't just ran away or else they will just suspected more. I roamed my eyes around and saw a book shelf near the door with a pile of old books. So I immediately marched into that direction and start to take them out one by one then pretend to cough again. The door opened and I saw Uncle John and Aunt Noora standing there looking at me wondering about my action.

My blood ran cold when I saw my name inscribed on the last page. Before I could react, a sharp pain shot through my finger. A single drop of blood fell onto the page, and the air around me shifted. The ground trembled, the shelves rattling violently. A howling wind filled the room as the book glowed in my hands, its light blinding. I tried to close it, but my hands wouldn’t obey. The light grew brighter, enveloping me in its searing embrace. My thoughts scattered, panic surging as I felt myself being pulled into the unknown.

Written by Evelyn Mba ©®©® @Paranormal @Romance UNFOLD TRUTH The girl walked over to the other shelf, searching for another book to read. I need a horror book, Mister. Sylvia said to the Library attendant. About what? The man asked. Wolves and Witches. Roxanne said from the other side. Shut up, Witch. Sylvia snapped and turned to the attendant. I'll prefer TRUTH OR DARE. Sylvia said and the attendant shrugged.

The sound of breaking china echoed through the emptiness of the corridor. The brothers wheeled around immediately. There was a hollow, elongated wail; as if fear and grief were weaved into a single chord. Jyoti twisted her way out of Esha’s room and hurried down the corridor towards them. Her face was pale and contorted. Her wide eyes seemed to burst out from the sockets, as if she had just confronted a ghastly apparition. Meera stood frozen, unable to comprehend the reason for the horror in Jyoti’s eyes.