5 Nights Of Terror Novels & Stories

Backing the dining room and her dad and facing the hallway, she whispered 'Goodnight Dad' and then took two steps forward before adding 'The food was delicious' 'Mom must come back' she said and walked to her room, leaving Baron speechless One week passed before news came about the airplane that was hijacked. The one Juana's mother and her boss were in. Baron had been busy, like families of other victims anxiously attending meetings and waiting for news on the search. Juana had gotten very introverted and she listened to the radio and watched the TV often now, and most of all kept sending emails to mom without receiving any back. The news that came said the plane was attacked by some terrori

He growls as he stands above me while I’m sprawled out on the couch, knowing well what’s coming my way and quickly. My entire body shakes and all of a sudden, I can feel all the alcohol I downed begin to creep back up my throat with the fear coursing through me in madness. After what feels like an eternity of him glaring down at me, thinking what the fuck he’s going to do, he finally says, “get up and strip.” “W-what?” I gasp out to myself but he hears it. He turns around as he’s walking towards the king-sized bed. His eyes are a dark red now, blazing with fury, unlike they’ve been in a very long Tim. He-he hasn’t been this upset in so long…

The Souths pack was the only group that was, but they were at the party. “Well did you?!” An angry voice bellowed. The black man's face was blown with anger as he barely kept himself under control. I started to shake even more. “Did I what?” “Did you kill the other pack?” I looked back down at the body. Then I looked all around me at the others. There must be at least twenty bodies lying here. Flashes of Claire and the fire ran through my mind and I remembered the cries I heard. Did they sound like Shape Shifters' screams? All of the sudden, the smell around me became too much to bare and I started to feel dizzy.

Those people who died would automatically crawl out of their graves after that. Within three months, terror had engulfed numerous villages on the Mount of Terror. Every evening, the outside world would fall into total darkness. After being bitten to death, a large number of corpses would start wandering outside and attack any living thing that they came across.

he taunted as he began to unzip his pants. The realization that this was about what was about to happen sank into my bones and I shivered in horror. I shut my eyes and took a deep breath. I might not be able to stop this but I was sure not going to give up. I looked deep in his eyes and screamed bloody murder. As I screamed I felt a warmth roll over me and a bright light shot everywhere. Nick froze and then blood began to pour from his ears and nose.

Her breath hitched, a shallow intake that did little to stir her from her sleep. Another sound, closer now, a soft scrape against the wooden floorboards in the hall, pulled her closer to wakefulness. Her eyelids fluttered heavily, resisting the light from the moon. A dark broad-shouldered silhouette, detached itself from the deeper shadows near her doorway. It moved with a predator’s grace, silent as a whisper, crossing the threshold into her room. Nancy’s eyes snapped open, wide and unblinking, the last of sleep dissolving into terror. “Who… who’s there?” Her voice, raspy with sleep and fear, barely escaped her throat. She tried to push herself up, but her muscles that were stiff with shock

My hands started strumming whatever melody he wanted me to play before the lyrics started spilling from my mouth. I'm sorry to say, but today is your death day The air is thick with rot and decay Your blood will paint the cold, cracked floor Dripping like echoes from the hands before Whispers crawl from the cracks in the wall Laughter distorts a sickening call The lights flicker, the shadows Bend This isn't a dream; this is the end Run, run, but your feet won't move The darkness wraps its chains around you A sick grin forms in the blackest shade Time runs out and so will your veins

“Is Raven still locked away?” His jaw tightens. “Yes. But nothing solid yet.” I nod. Killian won’t stop until he finds out who did this. But will it be in time? Nine days. And I still can’t feel my legs. By nightfall, I’m exhausted. Not from doing anything. Just from existing. From pretending I’m not afraid. From holding in the scream that’s lodged in my throat. The moonlight spills through the window, bathing the room in silver. I turn my face toward it and close my eyes.

But the men who holding her did not spare her freedom to get closer to her sister who was still on the ground. "I'm Treznor Morgue! The night terror of the passed decades. And I'm here to spread nightmare to all of you. Fifteen second from now and the new beast will be created! Hahahah!" Treznor shouted and the people who could heard that terrifying news were looked at each other and they did not know how to react when the young girl from recently suddenly twitched again hardly on the ground. The blood veins were puffing out that seemed like it going to burst anytime soon. It turned greenish and there was a possibilities that even her blood would turn as green as well.

"Red sand covering everything." Fear crashed over me like a physical wave. Five packs. Hundreds of wolves. Families. Children. All dead in a single night. I looked up at Torren and saw my own horror reflected in his face. His skin had gone pale, his jaw slack with shock. "How?" Torren's voice was barely a whisper. "How could they destroy five packs in one night? That would require..." "An army," I finished grimly. "A massive coordinated army of nightwalkers."