Spooky Novels Novels & Stories

After resting for a while, they walked around and saw a bookstore which they both agreed to enter. She was reading the back of Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen when Jacob asked her. “What do you say let’s read horror books? Like the ones we watched today?” “Eh? I’m scared. You go read first, then give me a summary, then I’ll decide. Haha!” “Roger!” as he picked The Dunwich Horror and Others by H.P. Lovecraft and IT by Stephen King. They finished book shopping, it was around three in the afternoon when Jacob invited her to go somewhere else.

The light illuminated the space, full of old objects and stacked boxes. As she walked, a loose floorboard creaked beneath her feet. She bent down to see what it was and, with some effort, lifted the board. She found an old book, covered in dust, with a leather cover filled with drawings of supernatural creatures. Scarlett’s heart began to race; something about the book drew her in, as if it held secrets waiting to be discovered.

There was a table. Books stacked on it. Not like the ones I used to see at home. These looked older. Some of them had markings on the covers I didn’t understand. I walked closer. My fingers hovered over one of them before I touched it. The cover felt rough. Worn. I opened it slowly. The pages were filled with symbols. Not letters. Not words I knew. Shapes. Lines. Things that looked like drawings but weren’t. I frowned. “What is this…?” I flipped a page.

I walked along the rows of shelves, my fingers trailing lightly over the spines of the books as I searched for something new to read. After a few minutes of browsing, a book caught my eye…”The Encyclopedia of Supernatural Beings”. It was an old, thick tome with a worn cover, but it looked intriguing. I pulled the book from the Ilf and settled into one of the comfortable armchairs by the window. I flipped through the pages, my curiosity piqued as I read about all sorts of supernatural creatures…some I had heard of, and others I thought were nothing more than myths. There were detailed descriptions of vampires, witches, werewolves, fae, and other beings, but what truly caught my attention were

They were images of blackened houses, broken bodies, and trembling survivors murmuring in fear. “They said they saw… shadows with horns,” Eden whispered. “They said the shadows walked through fire and didn’t burn. They tore through flesh like paper. One old man said he saw a child disappear in the blink of an eye. There was no blood. No scream. Just… gone.” Sophia paled. Her fingers trembled as she reached into the folds of her robe and pulled out a tattered, leather-bound grimoire. She flipped the pages quickly. “I’ve read this before,” she muttered,. “Long ago. When I was a child. The signs… horned shadows, vanishing people, soulless fire. It’s not mortal.”

I responded and somehow, I felt embarrassed. "But I love movies," I relate. "Favorite genre?" "ROM COM and adventure. What's your favorite genre of books? I ask her in return. "I love horror, and that genre with vampires, fairies, werewolves you know," she says looking keenly at me. In my peripheral vision I all heads turned towards me, but I kept my head straight in Vy's direction. "Supernatural," I say helping out. "O my God yes," she says smiling "I knew it started with an S, couldn't pinpoint the word though," she says biting her lips, eyes narrowing slightly at the roof.

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?

There were large tapestries on the walls, and the huge space was filled with medieval furniture. It was also filled with people. Vampires. They were all dressed in black, and they moved casually about the room. Many of them sat in various seats, some talking to each other. In the other coven, under City Hall, she had felt evil, darkness, had felt in constant danger. Here, she felt strangely relaxed. Caleb led her across the long room, right down the center. As they walked, the movement subsided, and a hush descended. She could feel all the eyes on them.

Memories flooded back to her as she read about her father's struggles with being a vampire, his innermost thoughts and feelings about their kind and their place in the world. she began to realize that there was more to the journal than just her father's personal musings. There were mentions of a group of vampires who believed that their kind should rule over humans, and who were willing to do whatever it took to achieve their goals. Celess felt a sinking feeling in her stomach as she read on. She had heard whispers of this group before - they called themselves the "Purebloods," and they were notorious for their extreme views and violent tactics. She turned to The Shadow, her voice trembling.

She walked to the whiteboard, picked up a marker, and wrote in large capital letters, the word IMMORTALITY. "I understand that next week you will be moving away from Shakespeare and jumping into Gothic horror literature ... just in time for Halloween." General interest spiked. Halloween was a favorite holiday for most students. Me? My life was already a nightmare. Who needed costumes when real monsters were already roaming our town? "By any chance, has anyone read The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde?" asked Mrs. Jackson. Students looked around at each other, but no one raised their hand. "How about Bram Stoker's Dracula?"