Occult Fiction

Dave and his four-year-old, Jacob, find a circus tent in the woods behind their house. A strange voice invites them through the dark doorway. When they refuse, the tent swallows them.

When an elite group of Texas Marines—Echo Squadron—is sent into the remote mountains of Kazmira to investigate strange energy readings, they expect a mission of strategy and survival. But what they uncover is far beyond anything human warfare has prepared them for. Ancient beings stir beneath the earth. Giants rise in the shadows. Portals rip open reality. And whispers from Eden echo across the battlefield. Among them is Sergeant Samuel Carter—a soldier, a father of seven, and a man whose unshakable faith is about to be tested by a force older than time.

In back alleys and hellholes across the world, ravaged souls and scarred warriors whisper of the Iron Tournament. A savage game of death, pitting living fighters against caged spirits, all for the amusement of a mysterious audience.

Sand. A hostile world of burning sun. Outlines of several once-busy cities shimmer on the horizon. Now empty of inhabitants, their buildings lie in ruins. In the distance a group of people—a family—walks toward us. Ahead lies shelter: a “shuck” the family calls home and which they know they must reach before the light fails, as to be out after dark is to invite danger and almost certain death. To survive in this alien world of shifting sand, they must find an object hidden in or near water. But other families want it too.

When an acclaimed novelist purchases the summer estate of her youth on Orcas Island, Washington, she voices three intentions: to provide a respite for her hardworking husband; to preserve the innocence of their precocious thirteen-year-old son; and to renovate a cliffside cabin into the writing retreat of her dreams. But there’s also an unfulfilled promise that has haunted Meredith Lila Gaines since the day she fled the property and the life she knew.

From the Abyss Led Astray, a new Christian psychological thriller novel, weaves a complex narrative that explores themes of trauma, redemption, and the battle between good and evil through the interconnected lives of its characters. Set in the small fictional town of Chance Landing, this whodunnit thriller delves into supernatural elements as it follows various individuals — from a vulnerable teenager to a struggling pastor, an emotionally overwhelmed youth pastor, and others caught in sinister plots far beyond their understanding.

The profoundly original and wildly entertaining short stories of a legendary Twilight Zone writer. It is only natural that Charles Beaumont would make a name for himself crafting scripts for The Twilight Zone - for his was an imagination so limitless it must have emerged from some other dimension. Perchance to Dream contains a selection of Beaumont's finest stories, including five that he later adapted for Twilight Zone episodes.

Sorcerer Nate Garrett lost much in the battle that devastated Asgard, but the war against darkness is far from over. He’s spent a year searching for Arthur, hell-bent on stopping the evil leader of Avalon and rescuing his friend Tommy from his clutches. Nate’s investigation brings him to Washington, DC, where he finds the city under siege. Just when all hope seems lost, Layla Cassidy and her team arrive to join the fight, but Avalon’s deadly plan to conquer the earth realm is underway.

Yig, known as the Serpent God, is older than humanity, and Yig’s reptilian children once ruled the Earth. Now they are stirring in their caves, walking the Earth in forms not quite human, slowly and patiently preparing their plans. Those who stumble on their secrets are in deadly danger...but only they can prevent the return of our darkest fears.

Pointvilla...A quiet town, the kind of place old folk go to watch the sea roll in and the years roll out. The kind of place guys like the man in the pig mask can make an easy dime, or an easy killing. An inhuman intelligence crawls up the shore and sprawls over Pointvilla. A thing capable of stealing bodies, and drawing minds into one, into it - the MIND. An intelligence pulling Pig Mask inward as others swirl around Pig himself, like he's a planet, a force, and the rest are drawn by gravity.

I'm not who I used to be. Valentine Morningstar, my own father, tried to ruin my life, and instead he made me stronger. But my own power will consume me if I don't learn how to control it, how to channel it to help everyone, not just myself. I have to learn how to be this new person I've become. GC - my handsome false god, Pazuzu - my dark demon, Sariel - my fallen archangel, and Francis - my...I know what he is now, but it hurts to say it. They keep me grounded. They keep me sane, and they keep me good. Without them, I'm afraid I might just turn into a villain.

Ophelia wants one thing. Love. When she meets Ezra, she thinks she has found it—a community of women who live peacefully together and cater to one man. The concept of polyamory intrigues Ophelia, and she agrees to join.

Victor Bayne, the psychic half a PsyCop team, is a gay medium who's more concerned with flying under the radar than in making waves. He hooks up with handsome Jacob Marks, a non-psychic (or "Stiff") from an adjacent precinct at his ex-partner's retirement party, and it seems like his dubious luck has taken a turn for the better. But then a serial killer surfaces who can change his appearance to match any witness' idea of the world's hottest guy.

On a scale from zero to dumpster fire, I tend to hang out at the far, trash-burning end. But lately, things have been going eerily well. So when Festus showed up with a birthday cake and less blood on his suit than usual, I was a little more than skeptical. Add to that a scythe-wielding accountant that is wearing the carpet thin, a demonic soiree in Missouri, a murderous gang of Red Caps in cheese country, a lie-detecting seven-year-old, and a snooty corporate cult, and I can smell the gas fumes on the trash heap at 40 paces.

Thousands of years ago, I made a mistake. A terrible mistake that cost me everything. My dearest husband. My beloved children. Even my humanity. My curse makes me dangerous to all those around me, so I've secluded myself where I can never hurt another person again. But the Fates have other plans for me that don't include hiding for eternity.

Katie has the ability and desire to see Brock again and show him and his guys a good time. Will that include any special time for the two of them? (Pandora hopes so). That stranger left a message about a sword and armor...but is Pandora willing to help or does she even know what he was talking about? Someone is stalking Calvin's girlfriend. He has to ask a couple of humans he respects for a little help - even if they won't remember who he is. Even in the middle of a war, humans will always want some hope for the future.

After the death of his Army comrade, William Engberg moves into a simple New Hampshire home against the backdrop of the turbulent foam-crested waves of the Atlantic Ocean. It’s the ideal place to write and get on with his post-military life, except for one thing. He has unwanted house guests - ghosts - and he wants them gone.

One dark, moonlit night, two artists met at the Lake Drummond Hotel, built directly on the borderline of North Carolina and Virginia. One was a young woman with the ability to see spirits trapped in trees and stone, anchored to the earth beyond their years. Her gift was to draw them, and then to set them free. The other was a dark man, haunted by dreams and visions that brought him stories of sadness and pain, trapped in a life between the powers he sensed all around him and a mundane existence attended by failure.

Welcome to Babylon, a typical sleepy Alabama small town, where years earlier the Larkin family suffered a terrible tragedy. Now they are about to endure another: 14-year-old Margaret Larkin will be robbed of her innocence and her life by a killer who is beyond the reach of the law. But something strange is happening in Babylon: traffic lights flash an eerie blue, a ghostly hand slithers from the drain of a kitchen sink, graves erupt from the local cemetery in an implacable march of terror.

In February 1959, a group of friends went on a ski-hiking trip to a remote mountain in the northern Urals. Something killed them. When a rescue expedition eventually found their camp, they discovered that for some unknown reason, the nine friends had cut their way out of their tent (instead of simply opening the flaps) and fled down the mountain, half undressed and without their shoes.