America Horror Stories Novels & Stories

My voice came out softer than I wanted. “You can.” His hand moved. His fingers brushed over my wrist as he turned the page. It was not an accident. I felt the rough pad of his thumb slide slowly across the inside of my wrist. He left it there for a second longer than he needed to. “But you have to stop being scared of the heat. This story has real heat in it, Lila. Don’t sand it down. Don’t make it polite. Write the dirty truth.”

The secrets and terrors that lurk in never ending fields of crops. “This is the next mission? What are we supposed to do? Harvest dead corn?” I joke even though I feel as if I could pass out at any second. I’ve heard rumors of a creature that resides in corn fields. The scarecrow. Nasty thing. Please don’t be the scarecrow, I silently plead. Brit is annoyed by my lack of excitement and my need to poke fun at anything and everything The Order does. “The farmer claims that something’s been hiding out in there.” Her eyes remain on the field as she speaks.

I snapped at him, annoyed he was able to grab my attention like he had. “Very well, let’s see where was I? Oh yes, one day I saw the God Anubis and was convinced I had died, I was starving and hallucinating. Anubis approached me and asked if I wanted to avenge my family and escape the dreadful place I was in. Of course, I told him I did, and before I knew it, he was biting into my neck and feeding me his blood. Only when I had awakened did I realize what had happened. I had heard rumors from the guards of monsters that hid in the dark, killing those that crossed their path or making them into the same kind of monster. Confused, I stared at an ordinary man that sat across from me, laughing wi

But the sounds of struggle grew louder, and she knew she had to act. Sophia flung open the door and stepped into the hallway. What she saw there left her paralyzed with fear. A four-legged creature was grappling with the man, its jaws clamped tightly on his arm. The man struggled to break free, but the creature was too strong. Sophia watched in horror as the creature dragged the man across the floor, tearing at his flesh with its razor-sharp teeth. The man's screams grew weaker and weaker until, finally, they ceased altogether. Sophia's mind raced as she tried to make sense of what she had just witnessed. Did she just witnessed a werewolf attack that she had been trying ways to go about it?

" Mrs Grassroots paused, sipping the bottle of water in her left hand. I used that time to take in what she said, the story my uncle told me was different from hers. In his, Genesis was a scorned woman and in my professor's, Asiuta, her sister was the villain and the cause of the disaster because she was obsessed with Dordin—which simply means Dordin was innocent, he was a victim of circumstance.

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.

My painful scream filling the dawn. ‘I came out of my room because of the noise, rubbing the sleep off my eyes. When I turned the corner I stumbled on something. Looking down I saw Aria, my nanny. Why she slept here on the floor? Her eyes were open. My hands slipped off her neck when I touched her. There was blood. Like on the bird I saw last week. She was dead. But why? I love nanny? Why would she die? I ran crying to find mommy. When I reached the stairs I saw strangers, down, in the hallway, they were fighting with daddy and our guards. There was even more blood and daddy was hurt. Our butler’s chest was naked, and there was a hole instead of a heart. And mom’s maid was naked and gagging

For hours, the world was nothing but friction and the smell of sex. I was lifted, turned, doubled, and used until my legs were shaking so hard I couldn't stand. At the peak of it, two men held me aloft, my legs pinned wide as a third drove into me. The demon forced a violent, screaming climax out of me, my body spraying the floor in a desperate, primal release while the crowd watched in a daze. By 4 AM, the rooftop was quiet again. I had been used by a dozen men. I was a ruin—gaping, red, and drenched in the evidence of the night.

His wrinkled face looked like it was crawling with countless wriggling worms. I shuddered and stepped back, whispering to Silvia, "Good thing I've got you. This place is terrifying." She snorted and suddenly shoved me forward, straight toward George. With an icy laugh, she said, "This pretty boy will make a great offering. You're going to love him." Before I could react, George gestured, and several eerie puppets stepped forward to pin me down and drain my blood. A sharp bell rang out, echoing through the night.

Now let's talk about my other books. Nightmare Land is not changing, but I am re-editing the first 18 chapters, which I will try to finish as soon as I can. Again, I will try to get the re-edits out with a new chapter, so just bear with me. Not only that, but I'm trying to add on a new book called Dark Tales of the Alive Undead. I have received no response about that either, but I'm waiting for an entire week to see if my editor will respond. I know they say to wait a whole month for new books, but this is also about my other books.