Ah Sweet Man-made Horrors Novels & Stories

he asked and went to get the remote. "Something action..." He scanned for the folder in the tv and stopped on the movie entitled, Upgrade... Wonder what was upgraded in this movie though... I peeped on the clock once more and its already 9. The rain is still pouring. Time passed as we were both watching the movie. I can hardly focus because my attention is in the clock right above the tv and in the window in case the rain may stop. I can only sigh. "Don't worry so much." He spoke as he notice my uneasiness.

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the only light source seemed to be the glittering disco balls hanging from the ceiling and the different colored spotlights shining everywhere. Cassie I can't bear it anymore, Rinna again murmured as they walked more further..The music blaring out of the speakers was at a high volume that damn it Rinna was scared that her eardrums would shatter . Come on dear for heaven's sake you have to stop being a fucking nerd, Cassie retorted helping her pass through the crowd of sweaty individuals making it to the bar .

One no one could’ve known. Rook’s mask emitted a static sigh. "He’s alive. And judging by the missing Choir members? He’s building something far worse than Echo." Jeff’s grip on his gun tightened. "Like what?" The lights flickered. The bunker’s speakers crackled to life—playing a lullaby from my childhood, one I hadn’t heard in twenty years. And then they emerged from the tunnels. The new monsters. Not golden. Not mechanical. Biological horrors stitched together from the missing Choir victims—their limbs fused at unnatural angles, their mouths sewn shut with neural wire, their eyes leaking that same black-gold fluid.

"Harvey? What happened to these people?" Harvey waved his hand, signaling Mandy to calm down. Then, he narrowed his eyes as he watched the woman and said, "I don't know what kind of resentment you have against the Ninth-Branch Company, and I don't know who sent you here—but the allergy and rot on you have nothing to do with the formaldehyde and polluted construction materials.

[ The Ghost in the Machine] Ang bawat salita ng aking patay na biyenan ay tila isang malamig na kapirasong bakal na bumaon nang malalim sa aking utak, muling gumigising sa dilim na pilit kong itinatakwil. The penthouse room went ice-cold, the ambient indigo lights of our dual-core "Sync" suddenly flickering against a dominant, predatory crimson that bled from the throne’s platform. Julian Moretti was supposed to be a corpse, a memory I had choked out of my own mind in the Obsidian Forge, but here he stood—the original monster, smiling at the wreckage he had made of his son.

The fabric was saturated with a pungent, sickly sweet chemical solution that smelled strongly of toxic herbs and ozone. No! No, please! Her mind screamed in a frenzy of terror. She thrashed wildly, kicking her legs and trying to bite down on the hand holding her, but the grip was unbreakable. She was barely able to headbutt the man in the chin; he lost the grip only for a second before grabbing her again. She desperately tried to hold her breath, but her burning lungs betrayed her. She inhaled, and the sweet, suffocating vapor rushed deep into her airway.

Hands twitching. Eyes fluttering beneath closed lids. No. Not yet. Scarlett reached the upper platform. The neural core hung above the lab like a beating artificial heart. Blue light pulsed through wires stretching into every pod. Evelyn stood beside it. Perfectly calm. Perfectly terrifying. Her gaze met Scarlett's. "You still don't understand." Scarlett's voice shook with anger. "Then explain." Evelyn's eyes glittered. "This world creates monsters through pain."

He’s using a torch to light the contraption to melt the metallic pink crystals so he can smoke them. The club is crowded as the club rages around us when I start to hear whispers of people getting sick. Some humans on the dance floor begin to drop, foaming at the mouth. All around, it starts to happen with the humans. Zane gets concerned while Ghost is laughing his ass off as he coughs. He says something about humans being too weak to handle their drugs, but it’s not that they are weak. They think they are doing human drugs, not supernatural ones. It’s a mass murder in the club. People are screaming, freaking out as humans drop like bugs. The music stops as some supernaturals try to help the

I can’t help but appreciate all the love I am getting from you all. Thank you so much, guys!!! Happiness is a beautiful thing Family is a wonderful gift And life can be so good, That all thoughts of evil Could evaporate. However, while this family Is celebrating Chaos and Catastrophe Lurk in the dark, Waiting. One thing does this teach us, We cannot be too sure Of what the next second could bring Life truly is unpredictable. -PenaciousShewa