Horror Fairy Tales

When you live in Hell, you're bound to get burned...I just never expected this kind of torment. And the one man who I thought I could trust in all of this is my worst abuser. Torben rejected me the moment we stepped foot into this ashen hellhole. He does their bidding by throwing me into deadly trials that are bound to break me. Sometimes he protects me from the brunt of it…and sometimes I think he wants me dead as much as they do. But I won't give them the satisfaction. Because I didn't come to Hell to die. I came to survive.

A young lawyer travels to Transylvania, where he begins to doubt his own sanity and unwittingly helps to unleash an ancient evil across the sea and onto the teeming streets of London. A beloved and beautiful woman suffers from a puzzling illness, her blood mysteriously drained with each passing day. And a group of improbable heroes gathers to hunt a vampire. Can they destroy the creature before it’s too late for us all?

Enjoy this short story by Mace Styx. George heaved a great sigh, dragging a hand over his face. “Rebecca...do you recall when your mother was pregnant with Orin?” he asked. “I don’t suppose you do”. Rebecca frowned in thought, then shook her head. “Not very well”, she said. “I would have only been around eight years old at the time. But I remembered she was bedridden during the last couple of months, wasn’t she”? “She nearly died”. George replied, and Amelia visibly flinched".

For Eli Larkin, the war is over. There is nothing left but to return home to his wife and children. As he draws nearer, he is pulled to the cornfield to discover a horrifying truth. The carnage he witnessed in the war is nothing compared to the savage road of slaughter he soon will traverse; for Donn, TX needs its caretaker, and it requires it to be born in butchery.

The mist has fallen over Killimor, a rural village in Galway, Ireland. Wailing noises are heard in the depth of it, traveling around the town and instilling fear in all who hear it. No one knows what the cause of it is or what it could mean. No one, that is, except old Malachy O’Neill. He feels that the banshee, who took his wife away many years ago, has returned and is coming for his family once more. The trouble is no one will believe him. Can anyone do anything to stop the impending doom, and silence the keening once and for all?

Amalia had always heard the music of the night in her dreams, but it wasn't until one day, when she was traveling back from town, did she find out what the true source of it was: a strigoi. The last thing she remembers is being bit, then finding herself back at her camp. Everything seemed strange from then on, but why was that? Was it all a dream? Or did she really come in contact with one of the most feared creatures of her people?

Being Hades’s prisoner isn’t all it’s cracked up to be...It’s been longer than I can remember since I’ve seen sunlight, since I’ve felt a breeze...since I’ve been free. Imprisoned deep in the Underworld by an arrogant god, I’ve counted the minutes until my escape. But when I finally had the chance, I couldn’t go. Not without the man I’ve fallen in love with, my gargoyle guard. Who just happens to be technically dead. Now, we have another chance to escape, but the risks are vast. What’s more, I’ll need to learn to trust more men.

This audiobook is a collection of three different parts written from 2017 to 2020. Chandler meets a unicorn, but who is this mysterious horse, and why does it ask so many questions? Can Chandler handle the truth, or perhaps more importantly, can you?

The Gobi Desert is a treasure trove of dinosaur fossils, giving up some of the most famous and complete skeletons found in the world. Sherene Carter and her team are hoping to uncover the next big skeleton in the dunes and rocks. What they find is a legendary creature that's much less dead than the bones they're looking for. An even better prize to announce to the world, if they can survive it...

Red Riding Hood, retold by the (fictional) AI Millenniarellabot after being fed fairy tales and texts on euthanasia.

"The light from the fire against the tent cast some strange shadows, but nothing out of the ordinary, as Tony whispered that it was probably Bumi going to pee in the foliage. Leaning slowly to one side I raised the flap of the tent and stared out. Panic gripped me when I suddenly realized that the tent opposite, Bumi’s tent, was empty. Not only that, but his backpack was missing. Why would he take his stuff if he’s just going to pee? I asked myself and then Tony, out loud. In response he told me not to panic. Surely wherever Bumi had gone he would be back by morning".

A Year in the Borderlands writer Kevin Candela's wild second excursion into alternate realities includes 17 tales, twelve of which have appeared in previously released anthologies and are collected here for the first time. These short stories combine with five never before released works, including the novella It's Only Funny if You Laugh, to produce a wide-ranging panoramic view of the worlds and realities that exist beyond our own. Playing With Reality is another vividly detailed page in the Atlas of the Unknown.

How would the Puranic gods interact with humans in the modern age? The stories in this collection imagine it. They re-mythologize our world, infusing it with divinity. These new myths are educational, as well as thought-provoking. The stories weave in many verses from the Vedas, Upanishads, the Bhagavad Gita, the Puranas, and other wisdom texts. They also have a deeper message. They show that gods are helpers in man’s evolutionary journey. When humans become instruments of higher powers, an individual’s life takes on a new meaning in the grand scheme of things.

It was just a dusty old Buffalo Skull, but in it's own way, beautiful. With love and care, she restored it to a beautiful piece of art. Following old drawings, she thought it was perfect. But now that it was back to it's old self so was it's magic. No one noticed and if they did it wasn't spoken of. But now its power is making itself known.

While the image of Boris Karloff slowly shuffling across the screen with wraps of what looked like toilet paper wound around him may not have frightened me. The less well lit corners of esoteric magic did. As a scholar of history and particularly folklore, I had occasion to research the origins and uses of ritual magic within the Middle Ages. I was stunned by how much of what we think of as "medieval" magic actually finds its roots with the Ancient Egyptians.

Beneath the surface of a London top university, an ancient society known as The Seechers, operate. They protect the world’s biggest secret. A hidden gateway to the subconscious world. Unlocked only by a mysterious liquid, found deep within the human brain. Dark forces close in, as subjects, known to possess the liquid, are kidnapped and experimented on.

The Sorority: They are the envy of every young woman - and the fantasy of every young man. An elite sisterhood of Greenbriar University’s best and brightest, their members are the most powerful girls on campus - and the most feared.

Standing against the trunk of the oak tree was a man. His hair was silver, but not in a way that made him look old - it glinted faintly in the patches of light that punch through the crown of branches above. For a moment, Tansy wondered if maybe her eyes were playing tricks on her. That often happened when she was tired; she’d see something out of the corner of her eye and think it was something entirely different. When she blinked, though, he was still standing there, with a concerned look on his face.

The Piper clan emigrated from Scotland and founded the town of Santo Verde, California. The Gothic Victorian estate built there has housed the family for generations and has also become home to an ancient evil forever linked to the Piper name. Now a widower with two children of his own, Rick has returned home to build a new life. He wants to believe the greenjacks don't exist, that they were a figment of his own childish fears and the vicious torment he suffered at the hands of his brother.

Upon the occasion of her own demise, Mary Seacomb was buried, as was her wish, between the roots of the tree - despite the malevolent elements of her work and the fact that she was expressly forbidden from entering any of the church buildings within the surrounding areas. Accounts and parish records from the time reveal that she was regarded as something of an asset to the local area. This was particularly on account of her apparent ability to shield the town and a number of local villages from the effects of the black death.