A quiet lakeside retreat was supposed to be the perfect cure for burnout. When overworked insurance broker Kyle rents a secluded cabin at Clearwater Lake, he plans to spend the week recovering and finally finishing his novel. But when he discovers a strange artifact buried...

A veteran survivalist leaps at the chance to join a wilderness reality competition, certain he can outlast the elements and his rivals. But as the days wear on, the forest reveals a darker challenge: a predator that doesn’t just huntβ€”it plays. Through strange cries, shifting...

FOREWORD Recovered from the home of Thaddeus Collins – Keegan, Wisconsin My name is Lucy Collins. Thaddeusβ€”β€œThad” to mostβ€”was my grandfather. He vanished from his home in Keegan, Wisconsin, in early November of last year. There were no signs of forced entry, no struggle, no blood. The...

Hoping to film a food tour and rack up views, influencer Ethan Carter and his friend Tyler Banks arrive at a sleepy coastal town with a shabby boardwalk and a taste for seafood. But after a strange crab dinner and a warning from a grizzled...

When Rory awakens from cryogenic sleep, he expects a brighter future. Instead, he finds himself in a world where hyper-intelligent cats have enslaved humanity. Forced into servitude under feline overlords, Rory quickly learns that humans are little more than disposable labor in Meowtopia. But not...

His name was Connor. Dustin Connor, but he never went by that name. Some called him Con or Connor. I called him Mr. Connor. Mr. Connor was the bravest and most imposing man that I and many have ever known. He stood well over six feet...

James was an eight-year-old boy with the heart of a dog and the energy of a hummingbird. His mother died when he was only five, so he lived with his grandmother, Babcia. They were very poor: their house was a tiny, dilapidated thing, with a...

I think there’s three of them still out there β€” three wolves. Aside from the one I killed, I’ve only seen two at any given time, but they’re distinct enough for me to tell them apart β€” there are three of them. We’ve been trapped...

β€œChrist,” I muttered to myself, as the first flakes of snow started to fall.Β  They gathered in fuzzy clumps over the windshield before my wipers cleared them away.Β  I’d been waiting for fifteen β€” no, twenty minutes now β€” in my sister’s driveway.Β  Had I...

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