Zak Bagans Book I Am Haunted Novels & Stories

Not yet. I turned onto my side, eyes landing on my nightstand. The book I’d finished last two weeks still sat there—Haunting Adeline. It had been a ride, to say the least. Dark, twisted, and completely unhinged. I grabbed the book and traced the cover absentmindedly, my mind still spinning from the way it had ended. And Zade? God. That man was insane, but in the best way. I couldn't even count how many times I had to pause and process the things he said.

In the end, the inquisitive one won but first, I listened for footsteps and when I could make out none, I got off the bed and went for the book, flicking its first page open. The only person who could give me a book was Zena but it was also weird, what kind of book it was. It wasn’t the usual one we both read and enjoyed. It was some sort of self-help book and its title was even more weird. “Kicking trauma’s butt with style!”

This so called demons don’t want me to take a breather. I can’t even enjoy my best festive season. From fighting Gyllou to trying to save the town from impending doom —again. This is tiresome. Let’s get on with this, shall we? THIS IS THE WAY THE WORLD ENDS; NOT WITH A BANG OR WHIMPER, BUT WITH ZOMBIES BREAKING DOWN THE BACK DOOR ➔ AMANDA HOCKING, HOLLOWLAND When everyone is sleeping with their loved ones, one crazy ass person stands alone in the middle of the night at the cemetery about to raise the dead. Jessica stands at the centre of the cemetery holding a dirty scroll and bottle she got from Abaddon

he explained, "Papa Legba told me to warn you when you came to me." My heart sunk in my chest. "Warn me about what?" Doctor Ben sighed, thought for a moment, then got up and went to his bookshelf. It took him a minute, but he finally came back with a large book in his hand. He set it on the table between us, and with the wave of his hand, the book opened on its own. On the pages were black and white painted photos, but they were hard to make out. "What is this?" Kizzy asked.

I got this creepy feeling that I could not explain. “Who is that?” I could not stop myself from asking Amelia who just laughed silently. “We'll talk about all that later, just help me here first,” she said as she beckoned on me to help her pour out the huge bag she insisted on carrying on her own. I joined her. We poured it out and…bones? “We have to wake the ancestors,” Amelia said. HAZEL “Do you know whose meat that is?” He had asked me now he was asking again. I froze, wished I could puke the food out.

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.

Dan said, and I nodded. Soon after, we got to section B-2, and Beta Dan started pulling out some books. “I believe these ones are more likely to have what you’re looking for,” he said, handing me a book and another while he himself kept busy studying a page. I started to fiddle with the first book, scrolling page by page. The images and writing fonts were good, but not what I came for, so my interest dwindled. I believe I was reading something about rogues from the eastern side when I started to feel woozy, my eyes heavy and battling to stay open.

“This doesn’t look like anything I’ve seen before.” “It’s older than anything we know.” Zack flipped it open and scanned a few pages. His jaw tightened.“This isn’t normal history.” “No,” Zoe said quietly. “It’s not.” Zack looked back at her. “This Morgana… She's real.” Zoe nodded. “And she wants something.” Zack’s eyes darkened. “This ‘him’.” “Yes.” Silence filled the room, then Zack closed the book. “We need help.” Zoe nodded immediately. “I was thinking the same thing.”

written by Airawrites “24-year-old, Zachary —Zack— Hernandez has aquaphobia, or a person who has a fear of water. Determined to cure his phobia and to reunite with his childhood friends, he decided to go back to the lake house where he was born and to also figure out the truth behind his nightmares that seemed to happen in the lake house. Before going there, here are the only things they expected to happen: have a blissful reunion, have extraordinary birthday celebrations, a relaxing vacation, to meet his grandparents and sister again, and of course to go back home safe and sound. But what they did not know was they only got themselves on the serial killer's hands and now it's impossible to

I blurted out and then hung up the phone. I was lucky enough to get a seat on the six am flight when I’d called the airlines to change my return ticket. I scribbled a note to Geoffrey, packed up my few belongings, and headed out the door. Frank was a vampire. I was a handler. What happened now?