The Salem Slayers: Broken Covenants. Every secret has a guardian. Every covenant has a price. When supernatural investigator Melody Whitlock is assigned to investigate a series of brutal killings, she expects to find a dangerous predator hiding in the shadows. Instead, she discovers the organization she works for has its own dark secrets that could threaten the fragile alliances between humans and the supernatural. As Melody follows the trail of bloodshed, she uncovers a conspiracy designed to destroy those alliances from within. Her investigation leads her to Caven, a powerful wolf Alpha whose first encounters with Melody are anything but friendly. Yet an undeniable bond begins to grow between them. Now Melody must navigate a world of secrets, betrayal, supernatural danger, and forbidden alliances while questioning the very institution she has sworn to serve. Because the greatest threat may not be hiding in the darkness. It may be hiding among those sworn to protect it. Broken Covenants is Season One of The Salem Slayers, a paranormal mystery series filled with supernatural secrets, dangerous alliances, betrayal, and a love that could change two worlds forever.

Broken Covenants is the first season in The Salem Slayers, a paranormal mystery series of supernatural secrets, dangerous alliances, betrayal, and a love that could change two worlds forever.

Every eight years, a carnival appears in the struggling town of Demon Den, promising monstrous thrills to anyone brave enough to remain after sundown.

For Alana, its return feels like an invitation from the happiest night of her childhood—the night her father brought her beneath its dazzling lights and a mysterious boy with brilliant hazel eyes promised to protect her. Now grown and eager to reclaim that memory, she enters the carnival with her best friend, V, expecting elaborate scares, reckless fun, and enough horror to make Halloween unforgettable.

But the blood is real. Terrified guests are dragged into the darkness, the crowds begin to disappear, and even the victims vanish from the memories of those who loved them.

Separated from V and hunted through the carnival grounds, Alana finds herself pursued by a masked stranger whose presence feels inexplicably familiar. Beneath his disguise waits the horned monster she never forgot—and he has spent years waiting for her return.

He would slaughter anyone who threatened her, defy his own kind to keep her safe, and burn the human world before allowing it to take her from him. But loving him means accepting the horrifying truth behind the carnival…and deciding how much of her humanity Alana is willing to sacrifice to remain in the arms of her monster.

She disappeared from a rave. One text, six hours late.

**hey did u leave early? lol**

She never went home.

Rachel Santos has been invisible her entire life. The middle daughter nobody remembered to pick up. The girl saved in somebody's phone as Hoodie Girl. When two strangers pull her out of a crowd and a third one feeds her breakfast like she matters, she doesn't fight it.

She sinks.

Into their loft. Into their beds. Into a world where she is photographed like a masterpiece, marked like territory, and fed like something precious. Three men, three kinds of hunger, and starving invisible Rachel finally full.

She stops going to class. She stops checking her phone. By the time the worship shows its walls, her apartment is gone, her phone is dead in a drawer, and there is no outside left. Just a lock, and she turns it herself.

Nobody Came Looking: A Love Story is book one of The Loft Duet. A descent with no ladder. It will not apologize to you.

For readers of: dark romance with actual teeth, horror that happens somewhere warm and well fed, and love stories you'll need to shower after.

In thirty days, she will purify fifty million souls. But today, she just wants to play.

A dark fairy tale about a merciful saint.

Malvika is a priestess of the Clements — the creed of mercy in a world at war for three thousand years. She sleeps in, dances badly with her broom, and is the kindest soul in the town of Orison.

The god she serves measures devotion in a single number: souls purified.

She loved the ash. And the ash loved her back.

What to expect:

• A villain-origin descent arc — you will root for her, and that's the horror

• LitRPG bones: system screens, titles, Graces, vows that bind power

• Grimdark war: plagues, alchemy fire, mercy with a knife behind it

• Dark fairy tale prose: lullabies, snow angels, ashen rain

• Completed and bingeable — 21 chapters, one countdown, no hiatus

Not for you if: you need heroes who stay heroes, or mercy that stays merciful.

Never seek vengeance. Always show mercy.

She obeyed. That was the problem.

Exiles from another story...

Every Halloween, the Frost Line Tavern holds the same contest.

The dead get remembered. The locals get drunk. And sooner or later, someone walks in wearing the face of somebody Hessick has already buried.

Bartender Eli Dorn has spent fourteen years laughing along.

Then this year’s Tribute shows up wearing his face.

It knows the drink he only pours for himself after closing. It knows the scar under his chin. It knows the childhood name nobody calls him anymore.

And it says it’s next year’s costume.

As the night wears on, Eli’s friends begin forgetting which one is really him. His sister stops recognizing his voice. His own memories start contradicting the evidence in front of him.

By midnight, Eli finally understands what the Tribute really does.

It doesn’t predict who dies.

It chooses.

And if Eli wants to keep his name, his life, and everyone who still knows his face, someone else will have to wear it instead.

A bumbulum is a concept for a medieval musical instrument that was designed to make fart noises. It also happens to be the name given to a particular panda that lived around an odd village on the outskirts of a remote bamboo forest. This particular naming of this particular panda is highly justified.

I love the taste of peppermint. Not spearmint, not wintergreen, good old-fashioned peppermint. The king of mints.

As a creamy center, it is divine. As a hardened crystal, malleable to any desired shape, it is supreme. This is my weapon of choice. Candy canes. I am known as Candy Cain, and I like to kill.

A violent storm should have killed Esther.
Instead, it delivers her straight into the hands of Count Alistair Winchester.
Wounded and far from home, Esther awakens in a manor of unimaginable luxury, where comfort is provided before she thinks to ask for it. Silk gowns wait in her wardrobe. Servants tend her to her every need. And the dark, enigmatic nobleman who rescued her watches her with an intensity that makes fear dangerously easy to mistake for desire.
But Winchester Manor hides an old and disturbing legacy.
At night, apparitions gather beside Esther’s bed and whisper:
Run!
By daylight, stranger things begin to surface. Family portraits that make no sense. Belongings whose owners have vanished. Remedies prepared for purposes no one will explain. And one part of the estate Alistair has forbidden her to enter.
The more Esther discovers around, the harder it becomes to believe she was brought to the Winchester Manor by chance.
Yet leaving is no longer as simple as walking through an open door.
And the man she should fear most is becoming the one she cannot stop wanting to understand and look beyond his mask.
Because behind Alistair’s impeccable manners lies a hunger older than Esther can imagine.
It isn't always necessary to chain someone down to keep them close; among the monstrous tools in this story are kindness, a touch of unhealthy curiosity... and a door that must not be entered.

Snack-Sized Horror, and other flavorful stuff.

Extraneous apparitions plooping from the shadows of the ether, plumes of ectoplasmic glitter twinkling in their wake...

In the graying twilight of Ash Hollows, Connecticut, the lines between urban legend and violent reality don't just blur—they bleed.

Lucas Kane is a man running on cheap draft beer, high-octane gasoline, and a deeply rooted distrust of the world. As an operative for a shadow organization dedicated to hunting the nightmarish entities that lurk beneath the surface of normal life, his routine is simple: do the job, stay isolated, and keep his pristine 1967 Mustang running. But after returning from a brutal demon hunt, the thin veil shielding his fragile peace shatters.

A quiet evening in Waterbury explodes into chaos when a local bartender’s sixteen-year-old brother goes missing while foolishly hunting a legendary aquatic specter. Worse, an obsessive investigative journalist has arrived in town, aggressively pulling at thread after thread of Ash Hollows' dark history—unwittingly drawing herself straight into the crosshairs of forces far beyond her comprehension.

Ethan Raines left the mountain years ago and built a life far from the place that had always felt wrong.

Then his uncle Silas dies, and Ethan comes home.

What waits for him is more than an empty house and old memories. There are tracks too large to belong to any ordinary animal. A chain dragging through the darkness. A bark where nothing should be standing. And a warning Silas left behind that Ethan is only beginning to understand.

The deeper Ethan digs into what happened to his uncle, the clearer one thing becomes.

Whatever lives in those mountains remembers him.

And this time, it knows he came back.

Hallowfield keeps its own.

Jesse Corwin comes home to bury the last piece of their old life, sell their grandmother’s house, and leave before the town can get its hooks back into them.

Then the dead start leaving threads behind.

A childhood friend has vanished from photographs, records, and memory. A sealed room in the abandoned mill is warm from the inside. And beneath everything, something ancient is still weaving, quietly deciding what Hallowfield remembers and what it can afford to lose.

The deeper Jesse pulls at the town’s buried history, the more they uncover an inheritance built on sacrifice, silence, and impossible bargains.

Because in Hallowfield, nothing is truly gone.

And nothing comes back for free.

There will be Blood...at least a Half Pint or so...
Does this family stand a chance against the monstrous creatures of the night? Maybe...
If they stick to Pa's plan.
Maybe not.

A desperate night-shift waitress takes a job at Marrow’s, an isolated roadside diner where the menu changes after midnight, customers order impossible things, and one rule matters above all: never serve Booth Nine.

Lori Beth bursts into her grandmother’s friend’s home and announces, “My grandmother is a murderer!”
Beverly and Louise are more concerned with the rain dripping from Lori Beth’s coat. Of course they’re skeptical, why would the girl shout something like that?
But sometimes the truth is even worse than you imagined.

Marlon Carver expected little on his birthday.
After his parents dropped him and his sister off at Grandpa's, he noticed something different this time.
Their goodbyes felt final.
Then Grandpa tells them the story of his first date with their grandma at a traveling carnival, and things begin to change in the Carver home.
They start small, until they become too hard to ignore.
Grandpa's memories seem distant. News articles are found in an old box where Grandma kept her yarn. And the more Marlon digs for answers, the more questions arise about the people who disappeared that night over fifty years ago.
And yet, Grandpa remembers the carnival even as people begin to fade from the story.
Only the carnival remains.
Marlon wants to know why.

The Pink of Life. The Pink of Death.

Only one character. No name. Gender unspecified. No dialogue. Pink and Black. Everything else melts away, literally.

Two Bound in Blood, One Generational Curse

For Mira Lee and Janey, their family’s generational curse lives with them everyday. Haunted by the memories of their parents and burdened with obligation, the two sisters do their best to take care of each other. But when their family’s secret refuses to stay buried, they’ll have to face some painful truths before their lives, and the world as they know it, are ripped apart.

Bonnie Marr has cooked Dunmere's harvest suppers for years. She knows who needs an extra portion, whose joints are too stiff to manage a casserole lid, and who will claim to have eaten rather than ask for help. This October, somebody else appears to be looking after them. Gutters are cleared overnight. Laundry folds itself. Stoneware bowls arrive on the doorstep with a little sheaf of wheat tied to each handle.

Then a neighbor's door is sewn shut. The village's scarecrows are facing the houses instead of the fields. And the woman who fed them the first supper has made a promise she no longer knows how to withdraw.

Captain Rowan Vale of the Black Dawn has faced storms, battles, and death at sea. Nothing has prepared him for the island that waits beyond the wreckage of his ship.

After a monstrous storm tears the Black Dawn apart, Vale awakens on a strange shore surrounded by the bodies of his men. The survivors soon discover they have reached the Demon Isles—a place sailors whisper about in terrified voices, where ships are lured to their destruction and the men who wash ashore are said to become something far worse than human.

The legends are true.

Before Vale and his remaining crew can escape, they are captured by the island's warriors and brought before its enigmatic queen—a formidable woman whispered to be half mad, bloodthirsty, and more demon than human herself.

But Vale is not like the others.

Rather than breaking him, the Queen finds something in the pirate captain that earns her interest. She offers him a glimpse behind the island's legends and a terrible truth: survival here comes at a price, and escape may demand a sacrifice greater than death.

Now Vale must survive the Queen, her warriors, the creatures that haunt the island, and the darkness that is slowly consuming his men.

Because on the Demon Isles, the question isn't whether you will survive.

It's what you will become to do it.

An old key unlocks Vivian’s forgotten dreams, bringing her the writing success she always wanted. But as the readers multiply and the pages pile up, the rest of her life begins to slip away. Some opportunities are too good to be true—and some doors never stay closed.

A Halloween dare turns into a nightmare when Drew and his friends break into the Maxwell house and discover something far deadlier than a ghost. If you love creepy secrets, false scares that turn real, and one seriously unhinged villain, this book belongs on your shelf.

Some roads are meant to take you home.

Others are waiting for you to remember them.

When Mara Ellison takes a wrong turn on a road that shouldn’t exist, she finds herself at an isolated motel with eight rooms, a guest register full of names, and a past no one seems willing to explain.

The longer Mara stays, the more the place begins to feel familiar.

A room she doesn’t remember entering.

A name that shouldn’t be there.

A road that refuses to stay where she left it.

And somewhere in the darkness, something remembers Mara far better than she remembers it.

Because this isn’t the first time she’s been here.

Some places are haunted by the dead.

This one is haunted by what was forgotten.

Anna runs through Duskport with monsters at her heels and one prayer left: let the coal mine whistle sound. The whistle is supposed to weaken the Rust, strip the blood from the walls, and make the town survivable again.

It does.

Then the man in the iron cage breaks through her barricade.

He is eight feet of scarred muscle, rusted metal, and appetite. He cannot speak, but Anna knows the cruelty of his hands. Each time the whistle calls him back, her body recognizes what her mind has spent years burying: the lover who died on her kitchen floor, and the choice she made not to save him.

The Rust has returned him without a face and without restraint. Anna should want the whistle to take him away.

Instead, she wraps her legs around him and begs him to stay.

Cass Miller is fifty-two and worn thin, by severe fibromyalgia and by a lifetime of being told she is too much trouble in a world built for other people. Then she finds Seafoam, a stilt cottage on a hidden Mississippi canal, and everything eases. The pain quiets. The house seems to fit her, right down to her left-handed grip. A soft-spoken handyman named Beau begins to feel like home. For the first time in years, Cass feels truly cared for. She is only starting to wonder what that kind of care will cost her.

Some doors don’t belong where you find them.

You can choose to walk through; that choice is always yours. And when you do?

There is somewhere that has a single room, many rooms, and some days no rooms at all. The floor is carpeted or tiled, but always cold, as if it has never been walked upon before. The ceiling is high and low and somewhere in between all at once. The wallpaper is beige, the kind that is forgettable up until it isn’t and the wallpaper is blue, a soft, pale blue that might have meant to be calming.

You still have a choice. Just like the visitors you’ll encounter in the stories to come. And just like them, you have your own story to tell, don’t you?

No one in this building is lying to you. That's the problem.

There Are No Lies Inside is a collection of interconnected psychological and supernatural horror — fifteen visitors, one building, one question none of them can outrun.

Welcome To Derby, Maine is a pulse-pounding, 5-episode horror anthology series that proves some small towns are better left off the map.

Grief remade her. Once a woman of science and wonder, Victoria now moves through a world hollowed by loss; a cathedral of smoke and silence. In the hush of her workshop, where gears turn like rosaries and glass hums with trapped breath, she seeks what the heavens have denied her: life born from death, beauty drawn from decay.

When her creation stirs beneath the storm, it opens its eyes not to the light, but to her, the mother, the maker, the mourner. Between them blooms something fragile and forbidden, a tenderness that teeters on the edge of ruin. Every touch is a confession; every breath, a betrayal of nature itself.

In a city gilded with Art Deco splendor and corroded by secrets, Victoria becomes both god and ghost, haunted by the love she has forged from grief's raw marrow.

A reimagining of Frankenstein steeped in shadow and sorrow, Victoria is a gothic elegy for the ones we cannot let go; and the monstrous beauty born when we try.

Fifteen-year-old Aaron thought he knew what it meant to have a bad day.

Then the dead started walking.

With the world falling apart around him and the people he loves scattered or missing, Aaron has only one goal: survive long enough to find his family. But getting there means leaving behind everything he knows and heading into a world where abandoned roads are dangerous, strangers can be worse than the undead, and one bad decision can get you killed.

Aaron isn't a soldier. He isn't a survival expert. He's just a teenager trying to figure things out as he goes—and learning some lessons the hard way.

How to find food when the stores have been picked clean. Why you should always knock before opening a closed door. When to trust a stranger. And when running might be the smartest thing you can do.

Every mistake comes with a lesson. Some are useful. Some are terrifying. And some you only get to learn once.

Because surviving the zombie apocalypse doesn't come with an instruction manual.

Aaron might just have to write one.