Ya Halloween Books Novels & Stories

He called himself an 'Ancient One' right? I flipped through the notebook, searching for the information on them. I couldn't find anything. There were a few blank pages at the end of the notebook and on one of them was the words: Ancient Ones? Old Vampires? Something else? Ask Rakesh for more information. I furrowed my brows at this and then glanced over to the sleeping beauty in question.

“It was in a story book as a child, but I remember it. The spider crawled into the head through the ear while the person was sleeping and settled in its brain. It became a beacon or transmitter for the witch who was controlling the people.” “Damn. How old were you when you read that? A teenager, I hope.” I laughed. “Actually, I was about ten years old. The book belonged to my cousin who was trying to frighten me.” “Which means that your cousin was a boy and not much older than you.”’ “Of course.”

The vampires were arriving a week earlier than expected and the preparations still weren’t completed. I suddenly remembered the story of “The Wizard of Oz”. It was one of my favorites. My mother read it to me regularly and, when I was old enough I read it on my own, I did so over and over again. I loved the way Dorothy was able to click her heels and return to the safety of her home. How I longed to be Dorothy just then.

I could only hope that she would have settled in again by tonight, because otherwise I would be allowed to sleep on the couch one night again - and it was really uncomfortable. Sighing, I leaned back and opened the completely tattered book again, which I actually already knew by heart. But I wanted to repeat as much as possible today so that I could get off to a good start tomorrow. I ran my finger over the familiar table of contents. Foreword, evolution, instinct, social life, physiology, reproduction, ancestry, stem groups and subspecies. How many times had I made this movement with my finger? I couldn't count it anymore, but it was like a little ritual I had to go through before I could s

Hazel asked, sounding annoyed. “Well my daughter knows just where to go,” Caitlin retorted and she dipped her hand into her dress before pulling out a book. Hazel recognized it immediately. It was the book of prophecy. “Now I have decided that nothing in this book will decide what I need to do. My daughter’s fate will not be decided by a mere book. A sacrifice?” she said with a frown. “Like hell it is. I am sure you would also know how it feels if it were to be your daughter. Let this world come to an end if it must. Nothing can change that now,” she said and pushed the book into the shelf before pulling her daughter along with her and they exited the place into the night. Hazel stood there

“I don’t understand.” Susan cleared her throat, her tone serious. “I’m sure you’re aware of the history of the Great War. The werewolves and the vampires have been at odds for centuries. What do you think would happen if Yvonne went home and told her parents that some students at school are vampires? Trust me, the Black Witches won’t be left out of the bloodshed. Protecting their identity from her is also protecting ourselves.” Helen scoffed, frustration evident in her voice. “I just don’t want her around Alex. You know how Yvonne can be when she wants something.”

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

Logan puffed his chest in pride, and Asher laughed at his best friend’s antics. He remembered Ronan Leon, a man with a habit of kidnapping teenage girls with blonde hair and hazel eyes. He tortured, raped and then sliced his victims. He had killed at least eleven before the Shadow Crawlers ended him for good. Ronan was a human and Asher wondered how much worse a human could be when compared to the supernaturals to commonly coined as monsters. “Alright, stop whining like a puppy and I will take it.” Asher climbed into the driver’s seat.

His mouth formed an ‘O’ as he processed the information. “But it’s nothing like holding a book in your hand and getting lost in an adventure or romance novel.” I joked. “Oh, I have a few books if you want to pick some out and take them with you. For the journey.” “Really? That would be great!” I clapped my hands together in excitement about what new tales I could delve into. I ended up picking out three books. One was about a treasure hunt, the second was a collection of romance stories from around the realm based on Alpha’s finding their mates, and the third was based on historical figures and their relationships to their gods.

Laynie shrugs this time and we both take a moment to think about all of this. Back home when we were younger, there was this old book about children going missing in the middle of the night. The moral of the story was for you to always be aware of your surroundings but on Halloween nights, or certain nights when teens just felt like being pricks, people would spray paint that symbol on cars and walls.