Spicy Horror Books Novels & Stories

Connect with me online at: www.autumndawnbooks.com http://authorautumndawn.blogspot.com Bibliography: Spark Series: When Sparks Fly Dorchester No Words Alone Dorchester Solar Flare Anthology for the Mammoth Book of Time Travel Romance: Hemlock & Iron Indie books: Dark Lands Series in order: The Charmer Dark Lands: Homecoming Scent of Danger The Golden Bell Ghost in Her Heart Beast Wars Dark Lovers (G.Bell & Homecoming combo) Dark Warriors (Ghost IH & Beast Wars combo)

“Light or dark doesn’t matter. It’s just levels of nasty when we wash the laundry and take out the trash.” That was something odd to say in Ian’s estimation. He knew they’d be euphemisms, but for what he wasn’t sure. Looking at the now open book. There're scribbled notes covering the pages' empty spaces as they fought for room with the diagrams and symbols. The splotches must be ink or blood. The paper was yellowed, and the ink faded. Ian knew nothing about books. To him, it looked old and ready to fall apart. “But do we have what we need to kill them? Or can we kill them?”

Fans rule! Bibliography Spark Series: When Sparks Fly Amazon books No Words Alone Amazon books Solar Flare Anthology for the Mammoth Book of Time Travel Romance: Iron & Hemlock Iron & Hemlock Series: Iron & Hemlock Gargoyle Girl Gargoyles in the Attic Dark Lands Series: The Charmer Dark Lands: Homecoming Scent of Danger The Golden Bell Ghost in Her Heart Beast Wars Dark Lovers Anthology (includes The Golden Bell & Homecoming) Dark Warriors Anthology (includes Ghost in Her Heart & Beast Wars)

Boiler rooms had always seemed suspicious to me and having a monster lurking down there didn't make it any better at that moment. I looked at Reese, who was watching the darkness, but relaxed. Suddenly the same sounds came from his coat pocket with which he had already lured the Spuma to the Grim Reaper. Then everything happened very quickly. A scratch on the stairs, something big and blue rushed into the corridor, heading straight for Reese. The emerging growl was interrupted by a bang. It didn't yelp or make any other noise as it fell to the ground and slid right up to Reese's feet. It was just dead. As suddenly as it appeared, so suddenly its life had come to an end.

Octopus Head had cut off one of his own tentacles, handing it toward us with its other tentacles. "Apology. Eat." The still-writhing, bloodied tentacle made Anna and the others retch instantly. At that moment, the village chief took out a handbook bound in human skin, with the words Villager's Code of Conduct written in blood. He smiled, revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth. "Once you've eaten your fill, you can learn about the rules in our humble village."

She pushed that down deep, sipping from stored bags in the fridge. Rain hammered the windows that Tuesday night. Lydia sat at her desk, sorting through a box of new books. One caught her eye: Spirits of the Wild: Bindings and Releases. The cover was cracked leather, smelling like dirt and old forests. She flipped it open, her fingers brushing over faded words in some ancient tongue. "Just a peek," she told herself. Curiosity burned in her chest. She read the spell aloud, soft and quick, like testing a locked door. The air changed. It got heavy, like before a storm. Candles on the shelves flickered wild, shadows dancing on the walls. A rumble started low, from the book itself. Lydia's hands s

Instead, my hands gripped his shoulders, pulling him closer, as if the weight of him was the only thing keeping me grounded in a world that had spun out of control. His fingers dug into my waist, possessive, as if he could hold onto me and keep the chaos outside at bay. I couldn’t deny the heat between us. It was suffocating, consuming. His lips found mine again, and the kiss turned desperate, like we were both aware of the ticking clock, of how fragile this moment was. Outside, the city was burning, the threat of another attack looming, but here, in this room, all I could feel was him. “You drive me insane,” I whispered, my nails digging into his skin as he pushed my legs apart, his body ho

The lights were dimmed because everyone must be sleeping at this time. “Ugh…” I got halted on my tracks when I heard that low moan. It sounded like a rat running in the hallway of the house. But I was fucked many times by men that I could differentiate moans of men and moans by rat. In this case, I was so sure it was a moan by a man. I even thought my mind was just hallucinating and creating this kind of scenario because this was exactly the moment bad fucked me in the kitchen. But the moans continued.

I placed the book back on the shelf and continued to scan the titles. ‘Understanding the Order and Hierarchy of Vampires.’ The book wasn't what I was looking for, but it did pique my interest. I stepped down from the stool and blew the dust off the front cover. Oh, shit! I screamed and dropped the book as a spider crawled over the opening page. I watched the spider stroll down the red carpet until it was out of sight and then picked up the book, looking around, half expecting someone to come due to the noise I was making. But when no one did, I continued.

Whatever it was, I didn't care but of course, I knew there was something more. I opened the book flipped through the old pages and dread settled thick within my heart. This wasn't just some quack book you could buy on A****n or any local book store. This was the real deal and I could feel the presence of evil as I bent over to examine the pages. There was a section on human sacrifices and spells. There were so many different sections about occult practices that were unspeakable and gruesome.