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À 14 h 44, une fine fissure noire apparaît dans les hauteurs. Quiconque lève les yeux est frappé de cécité — et bien pire encore s’empare de lui. En quelques secondes, des gens ordinaires deviennent sauvages, animés d’un instinct meurtrier qu’aucune raison ne peut freiner.

Satirical and harrowing, Influence is a collection of experimental stories exposing the horror that lurks in modern society. Artificial intelligence for exorcisms, wellness fads gone deadly, lockdown cabin fever, and the dangers of our need to be adored.

Ryan Andrews' life was on the American road to success. A successful marriage to his college sweetheart and the thought of moving the family forward by having a child is on the horizon. When a night of fun and celebration turns into chaos, Ryan's life seems to take a major stall. His actions put a strain on the marriage, and when you include a sporadic haunting, that continues to get worse. His life is seemingly spiraling out of control.

In Liliana Colanzi’s singular collection of short stories, set in a Latin America at once real and otherworldly, human vice contaminates every second. Amid eerie near-future landscapes, in communities both ordinary and uncanny, and during the very real fallout of a nuclear disaster, Colanzi’s characters must contend with a poisoned legacy.

A simple rescue mission becomes a desperate trek for survival as the terror closes in on Brandon, and what's worse, the legend of "Pig Man" may not be the most horrifying thing on the mountain any longer...

An ancient wraith haunts Arcadia’s halls, bound by curses older than memory. When King Theo ascends the throne under the grief of a murdered father, he faces a kingdom besieged by Ebony Fire illusions, relentless apparitions that twist reality and devour hope. Yet from the darkness emerges an unexpected ally: the wraith herself, an enigma of living shadow who reflects no light. Together, Theo and the wraith embark on a journey that leads them across seas of silver phantoms, through deserts riddled with shapeshifting illusions, and into dream worlds imprisoning entire cities in eternal slumber.

When nineteen-year-old Elara returns to her grandmother’s ridge house in the Appalachian hollow, she finds more than heirlooms waiting. A sycamore tree as pale as bone stands watch, a cracked pocket watch stops at 10:17 each day, and a ledger filled with rules whispers what it costs to live here: Kin before names. Bread before bargains. Never pay in leaving. The hollow keeps storms, secrets, and sometimes people. If you feed it heels of bread and speak plain, it will mind its side of the fence.

Hell Hill, Ohio. What starts as a trick-or-treating outing takes a dark turn when their car fails, forcing them to walk past the ominous Von Borden Manor, which glows red and emits screams. Francesca is drawn to the house while her family is chased by their driverless Oldsmobile.

(نور الدين)، (سلوى)، (رمزي)، (محمود) إنه الفريق الذي يختص كل شخص فيه بمجال معين يختلف عن الآخر ويجتمع الكل معا ليكونوا خليطا متماسكا يجتاز الصعاب والمحن.. ضابط المخابرات والطبيب النفسي ومهندسة الإتصالات وأخصائي علم الأشعة هؤلاء جميعا يصطحبون القراء إلى العديد من المغامرات المستقبلية.. عالم الفضاء ومدينة الأعماق و الثلوج الساخنة والشمس الزرقاء وزمن الدم، وغيرها من الملفات التى تسافر بنا إلى الغد ..إلى المستقبل.. جميعها قصص نجدها ونستمتع بمذاق المغامرة والخيال فيها في هذه السلسلة الشيقة لاغيرها.. سلسلة ملف المستقبل التي

Darby Jones thought she was only returning to her grandparents’ home in Stonington, Maine, for quiet nights and a life spent editing other people’s stories. But when her recurring nightmares spill into waking life, the tide begins to shift. A phantom ship drifts through the fog. A raven delivers a relic that shouldn’t exist. And soon Darby is pulled into the spiral of a sea where cursed men wander and sirens sing for lost souls.

Every Halloween, the building unlocks the door, and this time, it was my turn for an invite. I would have turned it down, but I wasn't given a choice. And when the doors opened, I met a man waiting in the dark. Pastor Cole. A killer who preached salvation and killed you with a smile. I’ve heard a lot of confessions from the dying, but his was different. He didn’t want forgiveness. He wanted witnesses. He said the thirteenth floor was his church—that the voices behind the walls were his congregation. He said the Matron still keeps his sermons running.

For millennia, Death watched over the fleeting lives of mortals, claiming their souls as is her duty. Each year, the story was the same. Humans wasted the gifts they were given, allowing the precious sands of time to slip through their grasp. But, who did they blame? Not themselves, of course, but the horseman who came to collect her due. Such an existence grew tiresome for the creature. Bored of humanity’s antics, the reaper opened a quiet apothecary and began peddling her curious wares. Her little shop became an escape from their ire, a distraction to pass the decades.

From her seat above the world, the goddess watched a rotting sea of boiling flesh spill from the dark corners of her lands, gathering and melding into a horrid beast with a single purpose, to drown her lands in suffering. The goddess leaned forward in her seat, looking down on her world, moving her vision back and forth along the endless, ever forking stream of time, searching intensely for a break in her protections. A place this creature could have exploited to get past her veil and onto Alta, hoping she would be able to seal it, preventing what was coming. She found nothing.

When a movie crew abandoned thirty-seven crab-eating macaques in the Florida Everglades decades ago, the local residents of Cypress Grove thought they’d gained harmless tourist attractions. They were wrong. Dr. McKenna Dubrow, the town’s veterinarian, discovers the horrifying truth when the macaques begin exhibiting unprecedented intelligence—using tools, coordinating attacks, and leaving behind cryptic symbols that suggest something far more sinister than natural evolution.

Get w*sted, get l*id,, and get the f--k over it. That’s my friend Braxton’s motto when it comes to life’s trickiest problems. So, when my cheating fiancée leaves me just months before our wedding, he comes up with a simple plan to help me get over her: go to the club, hit on the hottest chick I can find, and take her home. But, it isn’t Braxton’s life on the line–it’s mine. And when he departs early with a prize on his arm, he leaves me stranded at the bar. Alone. Broken. Vulnerable. Nothing is as it seems at the club, either.

Arden Rivers has rebuilt her life and her walls brick by fragile brick, determined not to be defined by the shadows of her past. But when roses appear at her door—perfect, blood-red, deliberate—so do the notes. Intimate. Intrusive. Written by someone who knows her too well.

DeGere is a thief. But stealing has become much too easy for the man of many masks who bides his time between jobs seducing local women into stealing for him. His fence, Manson, gets all the details of his latest conquest, all the while questioning if the stories the thief tells are true. But then the two find out how very dangerous lies can be.

As the murderer terrorizes the small town, law enforcement is baffled as to the identity of the killer or killers. Little did law enforcement know, but the killer was hiding in plain sight.

The battered Middlemist can barely hold itself together. Olden monsters terrorize the land. The gods are awakening from their ancient slumber, but if the vengeful Kilraith destroys them, all will be lost. And it's up to the Ashbourne sisters—demigods, daughters of the goddess Kerezen—to stop him. But the sisters are spread thin. Gemma and Talan travel the world in a desperate search for the gods. In the capital, Farrin and Ryder shelter countless refugees amid roiling unrest. And Mara Ashbourne, bound to the Middlemist and longing for a home she can never return to, is just trying to survive.

Once upon a time, on the edge between meadow and forest, there was a lonely child with only his older sister for company. In exchange for being left in peace, his sister made him a playmate—Daye, a girl woven from flowers and words. And for the first time, this boy, Rory, had a friend. Rory couldn’t be happier, until he learns that Daye is a short-lived creature. At the end of each season, she must be woven back together or fall gruesomely apart. And every time Daye falls apart might be her last.