Welcome. I’m Angela Ellen Grey — author, artist, and a believer in the kind of stories that make you feel your pulse.
I write for the girls who stayed awake.
For the ones who walked home alone.
For the dreamers who step through the wrong doorway and discover they’re stronger than anyone expected.
Every story is a doorway.
Some we hesitate to open.
Some we run through screaming.
Some are carved inside us —
until we become the threshold.
🔪 The Dakota Killer Thrillers

Everything she survived made her dangerous.
The kind of girl who lives through one killer doesn’t run from the next.
Meet Laci O’Neil — survivor, sister, reluctant fighter. She doesn’t go looking for trouble…, but in the Dakotas, trouble finds girls like her. Each book uncovers a new predator hiding behind the quiet of small towns and wide-open land. Different killers. Same silence. Laci refuses to look away.
If you love:
- Missing girls who get found because someone refuses to stop searching
- Rural noir with teeth
- Survivors who aren’t done fighting
This is your next obsession.
📚 Start with: Long Since Buried
➡️ Continue the hunt in Since You’ve Been Gone
🩸 Forthcoming: Ghosted Buried Gone + Long Since Drowned
🌙 The Dreamcatcher Dark Fantasy Series

What if your nightmares were looking back?
Dash never meant to touch the dreamcatcher her grandmother made — but once she falls into Baumwelt, a dark, enchanted world stitched from fear and forgotten tales, nothing will ever be safe again.
Not in the dreams.
Not in the waking.
Because some dreams protect you.
Others hunt you.
If you crave:
- Creepy forests and whispered warnings
- Indigenous-inspired magic realism
- Fairytales with bite
Let me show you the stairway through the clouds.
📚 Begin with: Dreamcatcher: A Hidden World Fairy Tale Fantasy
✨ Why I Write These Stories

My worlds are shaped by the land — the plains, the rivers, the woods that hold secrets older than we are, by the whispers of the ancestors. By the too-real fears we try to outgrow, by the ordinary girls who choose to fight back anyway.
Whether the monster is a man
or a shadow made of teeth —
My characters rise.
Because survival isn’t just making it out alive.
It’s refusing to stay silent afterward.
🔗 Join the Journey
Be the first to know when the next body is found —
or the next portal opens.
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🎤 Book clubs and libraries — I’d love to visit.
Thanks for stepping into the dark with me.
Let’s leave the lights off a little longer. 🌑✨

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