Dark Occult

Naked. Incoherent. Covered with blood. That's how Detective Frank Blackburn finds her - a beautiful Jane Doe brandishing a pair of scissors near the scene of a brutal murder. Is she the perpetrator? Or is she the only eyewitness to the handiwork of Vincent Van Gogh, a twisted serial killer with an "artistic" bent? To find out, Blackburn takes her to renowned psychiatrist Dr. Michael Tolan. But Tolan has problems of his own. One year ago today, his beloved wife, Abby, was savagely slaughtered by the very same serial killer.

Kali Māhoe, Hawaiian cultural expert and detective with the Maui Police Department, has been called to a bizarre crime scene. In the recesses of a deep trench on Lana'i Island, a derelict refrigerator has been unearthed. Entombed inside are the skeletal remains of someone buried decades ago. Identification is a challenge. The body is headless, the skull replaced with a chilling adornment: a large, ornately carved wooden pineapple.

A forgotten beach town. A shocking number of suicides. And a mysterious group of beautiful young women with the darkest of secrets. Lance Brody has arrived at Sugar Beach, and within minutes he realizes there’s something terribly wrong. Strangers are saying the oddest things to him, and a sense of sadness seems to linger in the air. He learns of the town’s horrible nickname - Suicide Beach - and meets one of the many girls who spend their days selling cold sodas from coolers on the sidewalks. She doesn’t say much, but in her eyes all Lance can see is fear.

East St. Louis deputy Patrick O’Shea is tired of living in the line of fire. So when he gets a chance to transfer to his wife’s small hometown, he doesn’t hesitate to load up the moving van. But his family’s bags are barely unpacked before their newfound peace and quiet shatters in a surge of demonic voices. The deputy has faced his fair share of evil, but nothing quite like this. Normally the first into the fray, he worries they’ve unearthed a force not even his special training and inner-city experience can combat.

How could Sadie have lived so long in this town without knowing it was harboring a very old secret? The dark side of the woods was a place she walked by nearly every single day and it seemed perfectly normal. But one day, she realized that nothing that walked in there walked back out. Curses and wolves are somehow entangled in Sadie's new romance, and a gruesome transformation threatens to change everything she has ever known. She's the only one who can save her town, her love, and herself. It has to end where it started, in the center of the forest.

Everyone knows Jaxon Slater. He's the life-of-the-party guy. He's the fun guy we want to invite to our outdoor barbeques but not to marry our daughters. He is our nephew, the next-door neighbor who drinks too much, a friend of a friend that overdosed on heroin. He's the class clown in high school that was always in trouble from drinking and driving.

Ava López's best friend from childhood is missing, and her former coven has asked for her help to find her. Despite all the pain the witches have treated Ava to with their rejection, she is determined to find Liv - even though her new allies harbor resentment. Ava hopes finding Liv will put an end to the feud between the two groups, but she realizes that to help the witches, she must turn her back on the vampires. But this is the least of her problems.

After Ava López’s deepest secret is exposed, Sofía discovers the vampires are hiding a staggering truth: Ava is a hybrid - part witch, part vampire - a creature that should not exist. Sofía worries the repercussions of allowing such a powerful being to remain as sole protector of the amulet will have everlasting and dire effects. Even as the line between protecting the amulet and harnessing its power begins to blur, Ava assures her friends that she alone must carry this burden.

Charles L. Grant's town of Oxrun Station became real to horror fans (much like Lovecraft's Arkham and King's Castle Rock). While most of Grant's stories were contemporary, he did write a trilogy of "historical" novels placed in an earlier Oxrun. The Dark Cry of the Moon is a classic werewolf tale for fans of the old Universal and Hammer horror films. The emphasis is on character and atmosphere, not on gore. It is the second volume in Grant's acclaimed "historical horror" trilogy.

For years, Betsy Lupino has lived alone in a rundown apartment. Alone, except for the growing wall of darkness that slowly devours her thoughts and memories. When a mysterious stranger moves into the building, Betsy fears the worst: that all of the darkness inside her head has escaped into the real world.

A young orphan seeks vengeance against the Yakuza man who killed her parents…. A jaded Ronin seeks out an old colleague before enacting a last ritual…. And an ancient demon taunts a former Knight of a holy order from the blade of her ancient samurai sword.

Representing the dark underbelly of Romanticism and beyond, these stories reach the shadowy corners of the human soul as seen through the writings of some of the most prominent authors of the 19th and early 20th centuries.

New curses arise, along with the return of the Nine Witches. They hunt for items of the occult, items that threaten not only Camelot, but all of the surrounding lands. His coven is in trouble, his friends being targeted, and his throne threatened. If Arthur can't find a way to defeat the Nine, all he holds dear will be forfeit. But if we know anything of Arthur and his ladies, it's that they know how to bring the pain with a vengeance. And have spicy fun along the way.

Under a Watchful Eye is a supernatural thriller of cults and conspiracy from the award-winning author of The Ritual and Last Days, Adam Nevill. To be a victim without knowing the tormentor. To be despised without knowing the offence. To be seen by what nobody else can see. When the sudden...

In a powerfully imagined Russia at the height of the pogroms, a grief-stricken family turn to ancient magic to bring their daughter back from the grave. “A triumph ... Count me in for whatever Sher writes next.” ―Nat Cassidy, author of Mary and When the Wolf Comes Home Yetta is a bright...

The summer solstice is the longest day of the year, but even the light can't keep away all that goes bump in the night. From rituals and witches to summer slasher and sunny horror, this anthology has it all.

Sarah is in a fight for her life with no one to trust. Her dark visions have brought her into the hands of a kidnapping ring who will do anything to find out how she knows so much about them. While the police hunt Sarah for the wrong reason, her parents think she is at a sleepover. Her life is in her own hands and whether she makes it out of this mess alive or not depends on how many people have to die.

Ava López has never felt so betrayed. Looking for answers, she's returned to her former coven, but instead of finding the truth, she's fallen into a trap set by her own blood. The dark spell that's been cast upon her strips Ava of her vampirism, and in the days that follow the ritual, a void grows within her. She's more conflicted than ever. After all, Ava never wanted to be a vampire. This could be a second chance at life, a newfound freedom from darkness and bloodshed - so why does she feel as though she's lost the most important part of herself?

It’s been four weeks since Ava López cursed her coven, extinguishing any chance they had of restoring their magic. But as Ava and her vampire nestmates try to rebound from the chaos she caused, she discovers the war hasn’t ended. The humans of Darkhaven are suspicious of recent events, and a mysterious note etched in the ashes of tragedy shakes Ava to her core. On top of everything, she is forced to rely on information provided by a newcomer - a fire witch hot on the trail of a particularly malicious rogue vampire.

A small-town psychic’s trailer burns, leaving little in the wreckage but her lovely green couch. A great find for a couple who make their living scavenging and selling secondhand items. Yet, Madame Cruller’s couch is imbedded with something unpleasant, and we’re not talking fleas.