Action Horror

With a roar, it leapt from the bridge as the missiles hit. It landed on the riverbank slope beside them in a crouch. A troll. Oh my god. This was a troll. Lacey and Mack shared a horrified look, their fingers twisting together. Fear raced through Mack sharp as pain. Trolls were more rare, much larger than goblins and far more dangerous. The Horror Wars have begun. Maelstroms fill the sky like storms, their green and purple lightning depositing goblins, trolls, and ogres.

In this eighth installment of the Jerry McNeal series, Jerry and Gunter find themselves diverted to the seaport town of Mystic, Connecticut. Jerry’s reputation of solving the unsolvable is opening unexpected doors as he is asked to help solve a case of a child who went missing without a trace more than a year ago. Though authorities know there is little hope of finding the child alive, they are hopeful Jerry will be able to help nail the person they believe responsible for her disappearance.

When a Nile crocodile is stolen from an animal hospital by a pair of black-market smugglers, little do they know their luck is about to turn for the worse when they accidentally wreck their transport van into a car of drug dealers carrying a synthetically altered street drug. What happens next is hell on earth when the croc ingests the dangerous drug, becoming an unstoppable killing machine hell-bent on devouring everything in its path, including the residents of a nearby campground and trailer park, in search for food and more of the addictive orange-colored crack.

On the other side, the room was as bright as the sun. Old Mr. Seamus enters the room. UV lights hang from the ceiling, illuminating the room. Old Mr. Seamus' eyes can barely focus due to the bright light. They grew something in there, he thinks. Something beautiful. Fourteen identical roses. All the same, blood is red in color. The most attractive design. Old Mr. Seamus stares at them, like a person staring at the Lord himself, in total awe. He dares not touch them. We all have been told to look but not touch! Why is that, we wonder.

After their harrowing experience at White Haven Manor, the ghost-hunting team thought they could finally take a break. But when a woman approaches them with a plea for help in discovering the cause of her husband's death, they're pulled into a new and dangerous mystery. As they begin to investigate, a ghostly figure begins to haunt one of their own, delivering a chilling message: trapped. With no escape in sight, the team must race against time to uncover the truth and survive another night of terror.

Jackson Stafford, the main character in the series, is being transferred from the Pandora Project back to the recruit training command near Chicago when a winter storm causes one of the jet engines on the plane owned by the investors to flame out. Ice freezing on the fuselage creates a situation causing the jet to plummet to the ground with no hope of recovery. During the descent, Ben, Jackson’s mental friend who lives in the inner room, creates a way that the passengers may be saved.

Madrid se ha convertido en la ciudad peligrosa. En los barrios se respira un ambiente de miedo y tensión entre las diferentes comunidades. En los barrios altos, los problemas son muy distintos, la corrupción política y los sobornos empresariales impiden que las cosas cambien.

Writer Timothy Upshaw thought the case of the Haney House murders was closed when Donald Haney confessed to killing his family and Upshaw's sister. However, when his sister, Sara, is reportedly spotted in the Haney House of horrors 10 years later, Upshaw swiftly returns to the hometown he fled from. In the process, he learns that what happened in the Haney House was just the beginning–there's a much greater evil out there.

Deep in the remote Canadian wilderness, a group of moose hunters make their way further into the woods. Rumors of a terrifying human-like monster that lurks in the forest are dismissed as mere “superstitions.” But, as their isolation becomes more apparent, they begin to smell something foul and feel shadows creeping in on them like slow death. After having “seen the Wendigo”, how long will they be able to survive?

Paranoia and bloodshed are unleashed when a couple’s dream home slowly turns into a nightmare. An uprooted tree reveals a sinister surprise of death and darkness. And a prohibition-era ghost reveals more about the mysterious owner of everyone’s favorite pub.

Experience the events of the Cepheus Protocol through the eyes of those on the ground as many some struggle to survive, while others seek to stop Chelsey Trader before our world is transformed into an alien hellscape.

The Nausch invasion is imminent. Cam must face Molne, Horrors, and the King of Horrors itself to save the world from certain destruction. As Cam’s body, heart, and mind are broken, he must anchor to the healer within himself to push through violence and sorrow. In him is the power to cross the threshold of death, learn the secrets of his enemies, and push the darkness back. When the King of Horrors comes to take the skins and spirits of the world to fashion an alien kingdom, Cam and his allies fight and fall together in a last stand to save what’s left of the world.

The Arclight refugees thought they were the only survivors. But they were wrong. More people are out there, somewhere. But so are more terrifying dangers. The Fade - the creatures that destroyed civilization - are not finished. They thought she was their last hope. And they might be right. Marina may be the one who can save them. If she doesn't lead them straight into disaster. The Arclight has secrets. The base is supposed to keep them safe, but it is hiding secrets darker and older than Marina and her friends realize.

Aaron Stiles is dead. He's been dead for four years, but doesn’t seem to know it. He's waiting for his partner Bill to come home, and until that happens, he’s not going anywhere. The trouble is, Bill Somers won't be coming home - ever - because he's dead, too. The official verdict was suicide, but...

A trolley car pulls into the station. Four minutes before, the inhabitants were seen boarding at the previous station. All are dead. And all of them are union. The year is 1919. The McNaughton Corporation is the pinnacle of American industry. They built airships that cross the seas. Guns that won the Great War. And above all, the city of Evesden. But something is rotten at the heart of Evesden. Caught between the union and the company, between the police and the victims, Hayes must find the truth behind the city before it kills him.

When Jake Crowley rescues Rose Black from assailants on the streets of London, the two find themselves embroiled in a mystery that could cost them their lives. People are dying, and all the victims have one thing in common with Rose: a birthmark in the shape of an eagle. From beneath the streets of London, to castle dungeons, to the heart of Christendom and beyond, Jake and Rose must race to stay alive as they seek to unlock the secrets of the Blood Codex.

Don't call it a sequel. It's a continuation. A new season. It's the next chapter in the story that began in Autumn Moon. The events in Autumn Moon left Rev. Drake Burroughs a changed man. He's a shapeshifter now - a werewolf - and he's hell-bent on tracking down the remainder of the shapeshifter pack that killed his congregation.

Will has got a secret. He keeps that secret hidden in the field out back behind his house. Sam and Artie will do just whatever Will tells them to do because they know what Will's secret is, and they will do anything to make sure that Will doesn't lose his temper on them.

When Dr. Miles Murdoch's brother was murdered by the mobs, he vowed vengeance. In the following weeks, wearing a horrifying death mask, a new avenger appeared on the streets of Akelton, bringing with him righteous retribution. The city now finds itself under the protection of a haunted hero, a mysterious angel of doom who metes out his own brand of permanent justice.

Zombies were bad enough, but now we're being invaded from all sides. Up to our necks in blood, body parts, and unanswerable questions….As soon as the realization hit me, I lost my cool. I curled into the fetal position in a pile of blood, offal, and body parts, and froze there. What in the Hell was I becoming that killing was entertaining and satisfying? I don't know how long I was on my side in the remains of my opponents, but the mess was coagulating and getting cold…to say nothing of the smell of sliced-open bowels.