American Horrir Story Novels & Stories

“Well, Jaxon, what have you been able to glean from her?” “She will never win a poker game, that’s for sure. She’s an open book and honest to where she’s all but sold herself and her people out to us. I can’t imagine her stress levels right now, but it’s all but screaming at me. She’s also hesitant to have us interact with her team members. But what she has been telling us I think she has heavily edited it and we are far from the full story of the mess that they just cleaned up. I can tell you that when she talked about the bloodshed, she wasn’t emotionless. It all sickened her, and that’s not something the person or people we are looking for would experience. And finally, when she told us t

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.

"So you knew exactly what Ironhart Manor was. You left it for me on purpose. Then after you found out I survived, you lured me here so someone else could kill me and you could take my items. "But you forgot one thing, Holly." "Sometimes plans blow up in your face." After dealing with haters for years, being careful had basically become instinct. The second I entered this game, I knew something felt off. This was the same company's canceled horror game. The one that failed approval for being too violent. And the worst part? Once you entered, your real body synced with the game. If you died in here, you died for real. So Holly was the one who swapped the game package.

Miranda swallowed hard before answering, her voice trembling. Everything was normal… until that day. I was asleep in my room when I woke from a nightmare—blood everywhere, murder, terror. At first, I thought it was just a dream, but soon Mr. Hussein and his wife started having the same visions. Sophia, too. No one in the villa was safe anymore. Fear gripped us. We saw shadows, figures haunting us. I saw one myself in my room. Doors slammed shut for no reason. Strange noises rose from every corner. And when night fell… the house turned into a nightmare. Voices, screams, movements. They only disappeared when we turned on the lights.

The forest itself had become alive with an unnatural energy, feeding on their suffering, growing stronger as each new victim added to its power. By the 2000s, the urban legends surrounding WildWood had reached their peak. The story of the “lost camp” near Terrell State Hospital became a dare for teenagers, a rite of passage to prove their bravery — or foolishness. But those who went never returned, their bodies found weeks later, twisted and deformed, their minds shattered beyond recognition. Ben, Dylan, Mark, and the others were just a few of the many victims, and though they had fought to survive, they had not truly escaped. The spirits of the woods were still there, lurking in the trees,

.... (Aurora's POV) My heart completely sank. Leaping and almost bursting through my chest, for I have crossed part with the devil himself. And no, he is nothing like the tales told, he is not an ugly red man with horns but rather a beautiful man with luscious hair who can easily bewitch one with just a single stare. His golden brown eyes, which I clearly remembered changing color, shone brighter when he smiled even though I could tell those smiles were fake, all a sham to manipulate another victim....

I chipped in with details to make the story as airtight as possible, hoping to make it seem as real as we could. But despite all our efforts, Helena and Howard's expressions showed growing doubt, as if they were trying to understand what we were saying without thinking we were crazy. That is, until I pulled out my phone, turned on the flashlight, and waved my finger in the air. They both froze, horrified, when they saw there was no shadow cast by my hand. "I actually asked you to come here because I wanted to ask Howard something. The version of me that you interact with—has anything seemed off about her?"

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

Waiting at the reception, she could sense everyone fears on the floor, all she could paint was a monster as the employer but she knew better. The receptionist walked up to her apologizing, it seems the boss was in a conference meeting. A few minute later, she had sobs from the conference room and to her surprise Mr. Mini-god from the park was walking out of the conference room with his staff scrambling after him. She thought it was a joke, but she felt the authority he commanded as he struts out towards his office, his demeanor was that of an evil boss, she overheard the staff discussing how he just fired a young man in the conference because he mixed up the statistics. Aurora was still in

Her sleep was dreamless until she entered the wolf's hour, inviting her deepest fears back into her mind—the hour between night and dawn when most people die, sleep is the most profound, and nightmares are the most real. Minnow was back in the playground, lying on the wet slimy nature floor. A man was moving his heavy body on top of her suffocating her with his weight. The stranger grunted and moaned in her ear, leaving the side of her face warm and damp from his laboured breaths in the cold night air. Her sex burned like a sharp glowing iron mercilessly and endlessly pierced it. Her core stretched and ripped apart from the ruthless thrust from the man's firm hips.