Ah Sweet Man-made Horrors Novels & Stories

was a psychological crisis as dangerous as any entropy-storm. "A man defined by his struggle becomes a ghost when the struggle ends," Lucas observed, watching the automated "Aether-Drones" build a new residential spire in a matter of hours. The drones didn't use hammers; they used "Acoustic Levitation" to settle the sapphire-glass blocks into place. "We’ve traded our callouses for comfort, Audrey. If we don't give the people a new horizon, they’ll start tearing this one down just to have something to do."

he asked, pointing to the book. "Of course..." Vinnie said, handing him the brochure. Thane scanned the cover, his eyes narrowing as he looked closely at it. The cover depicted a drawing of a werewolf, a vampire, and witch, in a savage position, poised to attack a helpless human sprawled at their feet. A red danger sign was crossed over the three supernatural creatures, with the caption "The Imminent Threat of Non-Human Entities - A fight for the preservation of Mankind" written boldly on top of it.

The "Gold-Grey Static" from the CEO woman hit Silas Blackwood like a wave of conceptual acid. It wasn't the "Biological Remorse" he was used to; it was a "Synthetic Grief"—a simulated version of his own 30-year pride, amplified and distorted by the human’s unstable marrow. Silas fell to his knees on the white-glass floor, his gold-and-sapphire skin "glitching" as the human’s parasitic hunger tried to "Down-sample" his soul.

Silence swallowed the street. Nobody moved. Nobody breathed. A crack appeared across the man's arm. Then another. Stone. His skin was turning into stone. Panic erupted immediately. Several survivors stumbled backward. A woman screamed. Marcus grabbed the man and tried pulling him upright. It didn't help. The transformation spread rapidly. Across his neck. His face. His chest. Within seconds the process reached his eyes. The terror remained frozen there. Permanent. Final. Then everything stopped. The man was gone. A statue stood in his place.

“They also bleed money.” “What—” I picked my steps over a root. “What is a ‘man-made wolf’?” “The story says a bite can make you,” he said. “Like a fairy tale for idiots. That’s a lie nine times out of ten and a death sentence the tenth. The Goddess doesn’t like shortcuts. There are other ways.” He glanced at me, amused by my ignorance. “Witches who don’t mind getting their hands weird. Old rites that smell like copper and salt. You can stitch a man to the Moon if you know where to poke the needle.”

The smell hit him like a physical force. As a long-haul truck driver, he knew that smell far too well. He had seen too many gruesome accidents on the highway. That smell only came from one thing: decomposition. "What is that smell?" Dad's face went deathly pale. When Mom saw Dad, her eyes shifted nervously. "What smell? That brat is doing God knows what in her room. She’s turned it into a garbage dump..." "Bullsh*t!" For the first time in his life, Dad swore at Mom.

squeaked Kesha as she tightened her grip on Stevens fingers. Stev snorted. Couldn't understand why this woman wanted so badly to watch a film that she couldn't even see. When the first scene of the film was shown, the woman next to him screamed in surprise when she saw the terrible scene that was displayed. And that couldn't help but grieve Stev inside. The man was just silent while staring flatly from the scene by scene that was presented in the film entitled The Hell-dwellers. When he saw this horror film, couldn't help but think of a woman who really liked this genre of film. She was even able to stare at horror movies without blinking with the lights turned off. Do not forget also with a

Her expression had become serious. "Vincenzo was right," Anna said as she handed me the file she had brought with her. "I had a doctor test the fluid, like you asked me, and the doctor confirmed that it was a very lethal poison that was produced with moonflower and some other dangerous ingredients." Moonflower? Isn't that the same poison Lorenzo and Mia used to frame me in my previous life? Moonflower has been banned in every werewolf community... how do they keep getting it? "According to the doctor, it's a lethal poison but doesn’t kill very fast. It slowly eats up the organs and intestines until there’s nothing left..." She trailed off, leaving me to finish her words.

I've put on makeup, and I still don't have a smile on my face. The makeup team was so awkward while doing my makeup; I don't know if they are intimidated or just afraid of me because of my position in the company. "After the party, can I borrow your private plane?" He nodded immediately. "Yes, but first, smile and show them how dangerous you are, Zy." As he said, I gave him a smile, but this time it wasn't sweet like what I had shown last time. It was an innocent smile, but when you watch it up close, you'll know how evil it is.

Third Person POV "Hello Sir, I am so happy our plan worked. I think they are getting along." She hid in one of the washroom cubicles, taking advantage of her madam being busy with a client. "Did you see the footage? the elevator door opened with madam in Mr. Cohen's arms." She uttered cheerfully. "Yes dear we saw it. But I am afraid it is not what it looks like. They were literally at the point of cutting each other's head off."