Aldara Horror Stories Novels & Stories

Tyla's eyes snapped open, she froze for a second, then scrambled off him, her pussy still glistening from how wet she was, his cock shiny and hard, pointing up like it hadn't just been buried in her. "What are you doing here?" she screamed, grabbing a sheet to cover herself, "Thought you left already? Why do you have to ruin our little perfect moment like this?" I could only stare at her, the girl I'd trusted with everything, shocked that Alex just lay there, not saying a word, not begging me to forgive him, his eyes darting away from mine, like he was too much of a coward to even look at me. "This can't be real, I have to be dreaming, please let this be a nightmare."

her father interrupted. “Beware the collector,” Elara continued. “Beware of the pot shrouded in eternal darkness—ancient and cursed. It overflows with blood, thick and dark as the abyss. When the thread of life is cast into the pot, doomsday will arise and wreck us all.” She suddenly stopped, and her wide eyes darted to the sky. Without warning, she lunged forward and began clawing at the air. “Get away! Get away from him! You can’t have him!” she shrieked. The crowd flinched and murmurs rippled through them.

"Did you see the scene just now? His ghost appeared from under the bed. His position on all fours is like a spider. He really is terrible." Jonea frowned in surprise. Aland asked her to accompany him to watch a collection of horror films that he had collected. All this time, Aland did not dare to watch it alone. He is also too shy to ask for help from the other B4 members. So he only collected horror films for several years. "Your reaction was a bit strange, Aland," said Jonea. "What do you mean?"

The little girl looked up, her beautiful eyes glowing in the lamplight. “Am I in trouble?” she asked. Lyla knelt beside her. “Why would you think that?” “Because I’m not… like other kids.” Lyla blinked. “What do you mean, sweetheart?” Alara looked up with a calm, eerie clarity far beyond her age. “I heard the doctors say my blood makes people scared. But I don’t want to scare you.” Lyla swallowed. “You don’t scare me.” Alara smiled faintly. “That’s good. Because I can hear things sometimes. In people’s heads. And they don’t always tell the truth.”

“You two always causing a scene. Come on Jade we need to go to the shop now.” “Yes. These boys are trying to tell me we live among vampires. I hate stupid stories.” Jade said looking at Darla. Darla looked at Ricky and Stephan and glared at them. “Of course, vampires don't exist. You two need to stop telling the stories.” “Sorry Mrs. Hewsen,” Stephan said. Darla handed Jade her bag, and the two of them walked out of the store and to the car. Jade looks a deep breath before getting in. She looked at Darla.

Months later my dad had settled down, he frequently teleported to Asia to see his newly wedded wife, they had fun together, he also narrated the happenings of the previous months to Katherine, That year Tania (my mom) gave birth so did Katherine, my mom gave birth to my little sister Annabelle, while Katherine gave birth to my step brother Troy, my day became very excited, his happiness knew no bound 12 years in the Old world is equivalent to a year in the New world, Katherine and Troy had departed to New York City for settlement, 60 years later in Judi Realm and 5 years later in Earth Realm, I was 108 years then (9 years old) while Anna was 60 (5 years old) together with Troy, my dad told u

That was stupid, knowing that sometimes it was unstable, especially around auras like the one Lady Kestra, the Soul Witch, had. "For Fuck's sake, it's Alaris and on the contrary, I care a lot about you, Nightshade. How else will I get out of this hellhole if you're dead?" "Find another willing bride?" She mocked. "Why do that, when you are the only bride I want." He returned with the same energy. Something flew across the air, and Alaris pulled her away right in time for them to duck. It was a skeletal hand. Belladonna's eyes bulged in fear as she turned back to see that the skeletons were now a few steps away from them. They seemed to grin from ear to ear at their impending victory.

Ramos finally pulled Juniper off her and smirked at Adara as they walked out of her bedroom. Adara fell asleep listening to them having sex and it made her sick to her stomach. She realized that night that she hated Juniper. She’d hated Ramos for much longer. So much hate formed inside her that she wished they were both dead. That night Adara had the strangest dream of her life. She saw a wolf running through the forest. The wolf stopped and looked directly at her, as if waiting for her to follow it. She walked deeper into the woods and the wolf walked up to a woman who seemed to be waiting for them. The woman had pitch-black hair, the most amazing blue eyes.

This was real, and clearly important. I sat with my hands folded in my lap and my face as still as I could keep it and I listened. "The Aldenmere is not like anything you have ever encountered," Elara began. "People go in and they simply don't come back," Viera said over her. "Not even in pieces, Sometimes search parties go in after them and find nothing but their clothes on the ground. Just the clothes, Ivonne. Like the person evaporated inside them."

“In the dark of your dreams.” Rhea froze, her breath faltering. The images she’d kept buried clawed their way to the surface—flashes of crimson skies, of a monstrous shape rising beyond comprehension, whispers that spoke her name. She’d told no one. How could he know? The rustle of movement behind her snapped her focus. Shadows peeled away from the treeline. Alder. She emerged like a phantom, her elegant frame wrapped in wolfhide, silver hair catching the fire’s glow. Behind her, the Dreadmaw wolves stalked silently, their hulking forms blending with the night, their eyes gleaming faintly like predators circling prey.