American Horrir Story Novels & Stories

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?

For they were the food of the concealed demons residing in this lake. ‘Could it be that Arianna was as much of a victim as him?’ A possibility of the deadliest girlfriend being innocent knocked his head; he didn’t let it submerge into him long, for he remembered her wicked state of mind. Her irrationality surpassed the tolerance level of a normal crowd, who celebrated Halloween as a festival of the dead. She made it a gathering of the most malicious silhouettes of the world who had been greedy for flesh. Decades old, starving, and peace deprived souls who were looking forward to quenching their needs by the emotional traumatizing and assassination of the ones facing them. “No…,” he sought to

Dad says quickly as Ken's mouth falls open. Then he shifts his eyes to me, and I see the same fear my dad had when mom got sick in his eyes. "Baby girl, I'm so so sorry. I failed. I took you to the office to expose you to politics, but I exposed you to those supernatural monsters. I'm sorry I called you a liar, honey. It was just the easiest way to relax, Officer Curtis.....What you saw was real. Five supernatural species co-exist on this Earth with us. The most dangerous being vampires and werewolves. The others have never been seen. They keep to themselves or use magic to stay hidden I don't know which. The day I took you to the office, one of the werewolf's leaders was there. He wor

It feels like something under my chest are about to explode. The surroundings are so blurry and the next thing I knew is my back hit something before darkness subside my consciousness. ### Amira's POV I excitedly scan my newly bought book from the bookstore lately. It's all about paranormal stories. It was so thick as it consists of different paranormal stories. Since I get so tired of reading cliche romance stories, I have tried out reading horror again since I'm fond of it as well. As soon as I opened the first page, it excites me after reading first sentence.

'Rosier,' he replied. Rosier . I cringed inwardly, wondering why I was even surprised that anyone who impregnated maledicti women with his vile seed looked so utterly repulsive. Just as Oscar looked every-inch the clichéd East-End gangster, Rosier was clearly perfect for the part of black-market rogue demon with a craving for human flesh. I was even more determined now to make sure I didn't end up as part of his abhorrent little harem. 'Casey, sweetheart.' Oscar's voice dragged my gaze back. 'What the blue-fucking-blazes are you wearing, girl?'

It had been quite a while since she last watched that kind of movie. "Horror?" He parrotted. "Yes." "Are you sure?" asked Aaron to make sure of her choice. It was not that he disagreed with her choice. In fact, he had no problem with any genre, as long as it had an exciting storyline. She was the same. There was no particular genre that she avoided, including horror. But as he recalled, his wife didn't really enjoy watching horror movies at night. She said it could make her difficult to sleep because of the scary scenes in the film. And since it was already night, was she sure that she wanted to watch it?

I don't want him to go but I need him to, for his own sake. He starts to caress my cheek and heart rate spikes at the skin contact. "I told you I would never leave you alone. I'm not afraid of you." "I know." I sob. "Shhhh, don't cry." Without warning, he pulls me into his arms. "I'm here for you." He starts to rub my back. "You are shaking, try and calm down. "Its not me." I tell him with a small voice. "It's her." "Who?" "Aurora, she wants you." "What?" He sounds confused. "She wants to feed on you."

Knelling before his victim, he took down his stiff from layers cap and dipped it into the spilled blood of the poor human, whose throat was completely ripped out. Our suspicions were confirmed, it was a red-cap. His greenish skin glittered from the specks of blood reflecting the moonlight. The thick liquid dripping off brown greasy hair. The view was to say at least disgusting, but there was no time for complaining. So, steadying my heartbeat I stepped forward as silent as possible, holding onto the shadows, sneaking up to him. Busy with the corpse he didn’t notice my approaching right away. But when only 3 meters separated us, he froze.