If you had a blast with the razor-edged jokes and audacious set pieces—like that botched ritual that spirals into something truly nasty and the cackling gallows humor the coven uses to cope—then you'll love how The Southern Book Club's Guide to Slaying Vampires turns a suburban ladies' club into a sardonic, stakes-out-and-fangs-in horror romp. Patricia and her friends crack wise even as the bodies pile up, and the book nails that same tightrope you enjoyed: grim, gory turns punctured by killer one-liners and “I can’t believe they went there” audacity.

If what hooked you was how the girls in Witchcraft for Wayward Girls seize power together—backing one another through the fallout of their early workings, splintering when loyalties are tested, and forcing hard choices in that finale—then Her Majesty’s Royal Coven delivers. Niamh, Helena, and their former coven navigate friendship, betrayal, and the political cost of standing up for the vulnerable. It’s the same vibe of fierce, flawed women driving the action, with tense showdowns that pay off the fractures and bonds you loved watching form and break.

If the creeping dread of your book’s early spellwork—the way a quick “harmless” rite scars the circle and each boundary crossed has teeth—was your favorite thread, The Year of the Witching doubles down. Immanuelle’s forbidden excursions into the Darkwood lead to blood-sealed bargains, curses that linger, and rituals whose costs echo through her community. It shares that same sense that magic isn’t a mood board—it’s a trap with rules you uncover only after they’ve drawn blood.

If your heart was in the way those wayward girls become a real coven—backing each other up after that disastrous first circle, hiding one another from adults who don’t understand, and turning shared secrets into strength—then The Once and Future Witches will hit the same notes. The Eastwood sisters and their allies build a home out of whispered spells and kitchen-table oaths, fighting for one another as much as for magic itself. It’s the same warm, stubborn loyalty that made your favorite scenes sing.

If you were gripped by the investigation angle—piecing together what really happened during that late-night ceremony, decoding journals and rumors, and realizing the girls’ occult “games” have a body count—The Furies mirrors that spiral. At an elite school, Violet falls in with a secretive group whose rites blur performance and power, and every clue drags her deeper into a deadly mystery. It captures that same intoxicating mix of whispers, evidence, and escalating peril you couldn’t put down.