Occult Horror

Leadership is a mantle I never wanted, but when the responsibility is foisted upon me, I have no choice but to take the reins at least until I can find a worthy replacement. Even with newly found alliances that alter my very existence, I have every intention of returning to the shadows when my job is done. Until secrets surface that make it nearly impossible to ignore what’s been taken from me. Our rules may be few, but the repercussions are swift and brutal when broken.

Call me Drood, Eddie Drood. Some know me as Shaman Bond and most simply don' t want to know me at all. For centuries, my family has been keeping the things that lurk on the darker side of existence as far away as possible from humans like you, without you even knowing we' re there. Unfortunately for us, not everybody appreciates what we Droods do. Recently, I personally managed to survive yet another attempt on my life, but the rest of my relatives weren' t so lucky.

One winter, in the dark days of King Richard II, a tailor was riding home on the road from Gilling to Ampleforth. It was dank, wet and gloomy; he couldn't wait to get home and sit in front of a blazing fire. Then, out of nowhere, the tailor is knocked off his horse by a raven, who then transforms into a hideous dog, his mouth writhing with its own innards. The dog issues the tailor with a warning: he must go to a priest and ask for absolution and return to the road, or else there will be consequences.

My name is Peter Kargosi, and I write for a newsletter called Sinister Sightings. I always knew my hometown was different from other hometowns, but the stuff happening here lately is crazy! Nobody believes me or my best friend, Sweet Tooth, that this place is the center of all things paranormal. So, if you are in the mood to listen to two bumbling friends getting way over their heads with crazy supernatural stuff, then this book series is for you.

Dustin Graves can’t get a break. Murdering an Old One was only the beginning. Enraged, the Eldest have answered with searing rains of ivory fire from the stars, threatening Valero and the world itself. The madness must be stopped. Ancient gods of prophecy, death, and darkness themselves answer the call for battle. But the secret to saving the world lies closer to Dustin's heart than he knows: a ritual sacrifice, meant to end the suffering. After all...what’s one life against the fate of billions?

Isabeau, the witch, longs to rejoin her sister and her home in these uncertain times, but she must first complete one last task for her teachers. To find her true purpose in life, she must reach the Skull of the World and listen to the silent words of the White Gods. Few survive. But those who do are changed forever. Now, when she does return home, she does so with an extraordinary gift. But when Margrit of Arran decides to take advantage of Lachlan’s absence by kidnapping his son - heir to the throne, Isabeau must learn to use her gifts in the face of evil - and overcome her enemy.

When Ned chases Anna and their six-year-old daughter from Alaska to Maine, the two go into hiding in a run-down motel on the coast. As his pursuit of Anna and their child moves from threatening to criminal, Ned begins to alter his wife's world in ways she never could have imagined. This double-edged and satisfying story features a strong female protagonist, a thrilling plot, and a creeping sense of the apocalyptic. Sweet Lamb of Heaven builds to a shattering ending with profound implications for its characters.

It's official. I must be cursed. After my hellish first year at The Academy of the Devil, I thought I was prepared for anything. But things never work the way they should at this damn school, and as my second year begins, it becomes obvious that my troubles have just begun. My relationship with Callum, Stefan, and Mikael is still as confusing as ever. I have no idea where I stand with them, and they're not doing any better.

My name is Medley Bell, and if you had told me this time last week that I was demon, then I’d have said you were nuttier than a squirrel turd. Of course, that was before I started seeing the strangest things. I’ve always been a little off, but it took stumbling into a backwater bar to understand how different I really am. So when two drool-worthy guys stop by to tell me that I’m Hell spawn just like them, I’m more relieved than shocked. I mean, it sure does explain a lot.

Samantha Kingston isn’t what anyone would call a spiritually bent millennial. With her perfect boyfriend, perfect job, and perennially packed social calendar, the world of crystals, downward dogs, chakras, and intentions seems as distant to her as Mars. Absurd, too, given the sole session she had with a Reiki “healer” who claimed she was well on her way to true love and eternal contentment - an assertion that’s all the more ludicrous when Sam loses her envy-inducing, Insta-ready life in a matter of weeks.

Necroscope®: The Last of the Lost Years, Volume 2, the 20th volume in Brian Lumley's Necroscope® series, contains two short novels, one long novella, one short story, and a closing piece entitled Resurrection. Each of these, except the short story, (Old Man With A Blade where Harry is pursued by the Grim Reaper), feature the Necroscope, Harry Keogh, during this final (?) period of his life known as "The Lost Years".

After surviving the bloody ordeal of the Iron Tournament, retired marine and ghost hunter Shane Ryan is out for blood. He’s hot on the trail of Guthrie, the man who organized the supernatural fighting ring. And behind him lurks Lazarus, the sinister entity who draws power from the dead.

This is the fascinating story of a man and a beast who wok together as a team to solve mysteries amd right wrongs.

For better or worse, a solar eclipse brought humans and paranormal beings together, sparking one woman’s battle to master magic or lose our world, in this riveting serialized adventure from the New York Times bestselling author of The Hollows. As time has passed, Dr. Renee Caisson has begun to...

In Condemn Me Not: Accused of Witchcraft, USA Today best-selling author Heather B. Moore brings the life of her 10th great-grandmother to center stage. Susannah North Martin, accused of witchcraft in 1692, joins five women in the Salem Jail, all sentenced to death for their crimes. Amidst tragedy, Susannah finds hope and compassion as she remembers a well-loved life, and listeners discover that love reaches far beyond the grave as Susannah faces the magistrates in Salem.

A stranger in a mask walks through Philadelphia, handing out tickets to an underground wrestling show, promising a level of violence unlike anything fans have seen before. The card features a mix of legends and hot up-and-comers. Most intriguing, it will mark the debut of the enigmatic, hammer-wielding Crimson Executioner, a monster of a man whose promo videos look like something out of Saw or Hostel.

People don’t understand why I do what I do. I’ve always been misunderstood. I have accepted this but maybe I’ve gone too far. I just can’t help myself. I like the soft texture, the squishing of them in my mouth. The way they pop between my teeth. And I can’t get enough.

Ishmael Jones and his partner Penny have been summoned to remote Cardavan House, home of the world’s largest private collection of Ancient Egyptian artefacts, for the unveiling of George Cardavan’s latest acquisition: a bona fide Egyptian mummy. When a bloodstained body is discovered beside the empty sarcophagus, Ishmael is dismissive of the theory that the mummy’s curse is to blame.

As long-buried memories from his hidden past begin to resurface, Ishmael Jones and his partner Penny feel compelled to return to the small country town where Ishmael crash-landed in 1963; the place where his memories began. Norton Hedley is no ordinary town. Apparitions, sudden disappearances, sightings of unusual beasts: For centuries, the place has been plagued by a series of inexplicable events. Ishmael’s first task is to track down local author Vincent Smith, the one man he believes may have some answers.

Today the names of H. P. Lovecraft, Robert E. Howard, August Derleth, and Clark Ashton Smith, all regular contributors to the pulp magazine Weird Tales during the first half of the twentieth century, are recognizable even to casual readers and listeners of the bizarre and fantastic. And yet despite being more popular than them all during the golden era of genre pulp fiction, there is another author whose name and work have fallen into obscurity: Seabury Quinn. Quinn's short stories were featured in well more than half of Weird Tales's original publication run.