America Horror Story Novels & Stories

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

“Of course. Very serious work.” He passed her the soda. His fingers brushed hers. A little spark—not magical, just human—ran up her arm. The lights dimmed further as yet another trailer started, this one for something involving a haunted house, a mismatched group of friends, and a lot of stylish screaming. “Do you want to skip this one?” he asked quietly. “We can close our eyes and pretend it’s an insurance commercial.” “I write horror,” she said. “I can handle a trailer.”

The horizon was a jagged smear of charcoal gray and bruised violet. For three years, I had walked toward it, guided by nothing but the rumors whispered in the hushed, terrified voices of dying scavengers. They spoke of a place that held the line, a fortress of humanity amidst the rotting sprawl of the walking dead. They called it "Haven."

“I just called you to tell you that I picked the kids up already. Is there something you need to tell me?” I paused and exhaled. "Rich, the council sent a warning today. There are reports of werewolves in America turning blue and even getting decapitated. I found the same details in my research. I think I’m going to come back there to tell them what I found." Rich's voice came through, heavy with disbelief. "Are you sure? That sounds crazy. Why are you going back to America if it’s like this?" I run a hand through my hair. "I know it sounds insane. But I can't just ignore it. There is a pack over there too. If something like this happens to them, I would do the same. I need to be there to he

So, I killed him, stashed his phone, and used it to send that murder threat, giving Jacob his opening. Under my conditioning, Jacob was no longer satisfied with torturing animals. He craved human blood, so I gave him the chance, and sure enough, he didn't disappoint me. Jacob's face twisted with mounting terror, and he gasped for air. "Oh, sorry. I almost forgot you are allergic to pollen." I looked at the fresh flowers in the room, stood, and picked up the trash bag. "I guess you rushed out without your meds, right? I'm heading out."

Rumors had flown around and those rumors were known to be true for how heartless and cruel the man had ruled for years. "Grandpa Pablo, are we going there?" Little Beatrice asked as she watched the man drop their bags into the carriage. "Hmm." "But, they'll hit us and stake us." She said, blinking her red eyes. "They stake witches, not vampires Beatrice." He answered and she shook her head. "But Grandpa Pablo, the Eastern border is full of weird creatures..the wolves." "Hmm." "That is the only place that can guarantee your safety little Beatrice." The man said as he placed her on the seat of the carriage. And off..the drove to a new Land. TBC

Suddenly, an explosion vibrated the ground and when I looked up, a black smoke emitted in the air toward the hamlet. “Randolph!” A gasp escaped my lips. Grabbing my dress, I darted back to the forest and ran. My feet flew over dead leaves and stones as I scouted for the hamlet, the branches of the trees whipped my face and tugged at my dress. My heart thumped behind my chest as I zigzagged through the sparsely darkened forest. Suddenly, I arrived at the hamlet and the scene before me almost crippled me. Before me were terrifying monsters from my nightmares; lycans; as my father would call them; they pounced and ripped apart the bodies of my father’s men who have also shifted into their wolve

Amerie mumbled. Asteri let out a rumbled, throaty sound that must have been a laugh. “I don’t think bedtime stories have Embertaurs in them.” “So it’s a Grimm brothers story or something. A messed up Red Riding Hood meets horror. Even better,” Amerie replied sarcastically. A light appeared ahead. Amerie paused. “I don’t know if I’m ready to go back.” Asteri stopped beside her. “You’re ready. You aren’t alone.” Amerie shuffled her feet. “Maybe I just don’t want to?”

Alexander gushes in excitement. "Okay I will come." Rushes Amara. She wanted to get out of the devil's abode some way or the other. Nothing he speaks next goes inside Amara's head. "Alex I am feeling very frightened here. Everybody had gone out to watch a horror movie playing at a nearby theater and I am alone. Could you please come home instead of the driver to pick me?

She doesn't like feeling weak. “Exactly. I am the Alpha of Nightmares. What is a common thing of nightmares?” he asked, his tone taking on a sinister quality as he leaned closer, claws starting to dig into my skin. “They are dark and terrifying?” I arched an eyebrow doing my best to maintain my bravado. I would not whimper for him. He obviously gets off on that shit.