Evan Grant

I’m thrilled to announce my latest horror short story, Side Effects May Include — and it’s yours to download for free.

After a miracle drug hits the market, it promises to cure...

Greetings, zombie lovers!

Big news: Shotgun Grandma has officially left Kindle Unlimited and is now available at your favorite digital storefronts!

You can now follow Margaret’s...

Good news, zombie fans! If you loved Shotgun Grandma, you’re in for a treat—because now it’s Grandpa’s turn to raise hell.

Shotgun Grandpa is officially available, bringing you...

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I’m building an ARC (Advance Review Copy) reader list—and I’d love for you to join.

In the indie world, reviews are king.

Not just reviews—even a simple rating makes a huge difference. They’re social proof, telling new readers:

“This book’s worth your time.”

And it’s not just readers. Promoters, platforms, and algorithms all look at reviews before giving a book any visibility. (Yeah, I hate that it works that way too—but here we are.)

If you’re open to reading my...

I still remember the feeling of finishing the first story I ever wrote. It was a horror short titled The Good Neighbor. That moment kicked off my writing journey, and ever since, horror shorts have had a special place in my heart. Even as I explored other genres and longer works, I could feel them calling to me again.

As a reader, horror has always been my favorite—especially short horror. There's something about the quick escalation, the creeping dread, the way a short story can leave you...

Music has always played an important role in my life—and writing is no different. When I first started, I couldn’t listen to music while writing. It took time to train myself to do it. I started with soundtracks and orchestral scores (think Hans Zimmer). Anything with lyrics tripped me up. But now? I couldn’t go back if I wanted to. I write with headphones on, isolated, completely immersed in my own personal soundtrack.

What Gets the Words Flowing

I am—and forever will be—a metalhead. While...

Part I

“Joining us today to discuss the one-year anniversary of the Galleria Massacre is Jamie Fisher—official spokesperson for Luminhale and author of Medical Falsehoods: A Guide to Pushing Back Against Conspiracies Within Medicine,” Harrison Barr announced from behind his desk. The screen split, revealing Jamie’s poised expression.

“Jamie, thanks for joining us.”

“Glad to be here,” Jamie said, flashing her best smile at the webcam.

Harrison leaned forward slightly, voice weighted with...

Chapter 1

“Strong Men, Hard Times”

Eustace Mercer grunted as he wrenched the bathtub spout. The muscles in his arms twitched as he strained against the set of pliers grasped onto the metal neck. Underneath, a rag was wrapped around to prevent the pliers from slipping or scratching the metal. After another jerk, the spout gave and inched a fraction. Now that it was loose, Eustace let out a breath as he continued unscrewing the fixture.

“I don’t understand what you’re doing,” Brayden said.

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Chapter 1

Thirteen knights stood in a circle surrounding a large pool of inky black liquid that vibrated with commands from beyond their plane. The chants from The Ninth Order could barely be heard over crackling hellfire and the wailing of the damned.

Hadrian Kane—the captain of this small unit of Hell Knights—waited patiently to enter the portal into Creation. Each unit consisted of thirteen knights—never more, and never less. If a knight fell, they were to be replaced.

He eyed the ring of his...