American Horror Story: Asylum Novels & Stories

Blood all over the walls! [Sister_Sarah]: Dear God... that poor boy, his insides were... [Veteran_Frank]: My fear level is already at 55%. We're all going to die at this rate! [Seminary_Student_Mark]: And the guy on the tenth floor! He stepped into his room and just... vanished! Not even a body left! [Livestream Chat] [Hahaha, the noobs' fear levels are skyrocketing.] [It's only the first night and so many are dead already.]

"Eli! I curse you to die a wretched death, with no body left to bury!" So his curse really did come true. I shut my eyes, too drained to feel anything but a hollow calm. And then, something wrenched me upward. The world blurred past, wind screaming in my ears. When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the place I both knew and dreaded: home. It was December 29th. The manor was strung with gold tinsel and paper snowflakes—every corner bright with seasonal cheer. But I felt no warmth. The festive colors only burned my eyes, sharp and unsettling.

“It's time to wake up, sweetie...” The sun was beginning to rise, but the light didn't bring comfort. It only clarified the nightmare. I looked at the eye again. The pupil didn't dilate or contract. It remained a fixed, black pinprick in a sea of terrifying blue. As my eyes adjusted, I realized the skin around the eye didn't look like skin at all. It looked like wet parchment stretched too tightly over a frame that didn't quite fit. I remembered the "rules" people joked about in horror movies. Don't go outside. Don't answer the door. But what do you do when the monster is already in the hallway, wearing your father’s throat like a stolen garment?

We still don't completely know each other so I think it should be split in two. As we were walking back to his car. I noticed something further away. A shadow. The familiar shadow that attacked me when I went to visit my aunt. I felt my nervousness grow. Was he here to attack me? If he was, I was in serious danger. Damon was nowhere to be found. We approached the car and Ryan made a move to open the passenger door for me but I stopped him. "Could I just make a quick phone call?" I asked. "Sure." I walked at a distance where he probably wouldn't hear my conversation. I reached in my purse for my phone and dialled Damon's number. I took a quick glance towards the shadow checking if it was stil

I asked "Uhm. Aiden, Who are they?" "Peri Dona, Rose Quin, Steve Unison and Garry Netton." I heard Aiden say on the other line. "We're here." I said and parked the car. I dropped the call and exited the car. As soon as we entered the asylum, I felt the aura of the place. Typical creepy asylum that you'd see in horror movies. "Detectives? Welcome back. You bought company. Im doctor Jay Gordon." We were greeted by a tall man with dark gray hair and a scuff.

Because of this anger and Scott getting on my nerves, my demon was out. I tried to regulate my breath and lock her in again, but failed. A knock on the door brought me back to reality. I leaned back on the door and held my head as thousands of scents crossed my nostrils. I could hear every heartbeat in miles. Blood. I needed blood to fill in my thirst. “Haley, open the door. I brought you blood bags.” It was Ashton’s voice. I immediately cracked the door open. He gave me five blood bags through the tiny opening and shut the door.

The dust in the corridor was different? Taking her time. The room she entered was lit with lights abandoned about the room. Ashley turned off her phone and took a flashlight. She’d made a mistake rubbing her eyes. They felt like sandpaper was rubbing them. Ashley ignored the surrounding things. She concentrated on finding her way out of this dark maze. With tears streaming down her face, Ashley made her way from the basement. She wandered from one room to the next. It reminded her of a sick cross between a dungeon and a carnival funhouse. Mirrors included. This man and his men were sick. They deserved what they received from NARC.

They all seem a little bit drunk, but the moment their gazes land on Ryan, I can see them sobering up to bare their fangs. “Get away from him, Sally!” Ashton growls. I glare at him, my grip on Ryan’s head tightening as I pull him into my lap. My eyes never leave Ashton, fear pulsing through me at the thought of what he might do next. But one thing is certain: if he intends to harm Ryan, he will have to get through me first. “I’m not moving,” I say in a voice that comes out shockingly determined even to my ears. Ashton narrows his eyes. “A pack member who was just down in the bunker told me a crazy vampire is on the loose, and since I only see one vampire here, it will have to bear the conseq

So when a Necromancer terrorist group waged war against law-abiding citizens and started wreaking havoc, the Chicago became a shitshow and immediately converted to a worst kind, not even the local normie police could handle. Which meant the best counterattack came not from local human authorities but in the form of government-backed Awakens. “Where the fuck is our cover fire?” Knight Adamson gritted his teeth and raise his hand casting a shield but flinched when magic bullets started raining down at them. He glanced over at his second-in-command and communications and infiltration specialist Sergeant Rina Abello, as she dropped down beside him, magically enhanced AKR-75 assault rifle tightly

After buying meds, Ashley was on the way to go back to Simon's home when suddenly, someone came from behind and covered Ashley's face with a cloth that had some chloroform in it, which led to Ashley slowly feeling dizzy and her vision getting blurry. Slowly, Ashley felt like she did not have any strength in her body, and soon she blacked out. The guy who did this from behind picked Ashley up like a sack on his shoulder and took her to a car. When Ashley opened her eyes while rubbing them and groaning softly, she saw she was in a bedroom. She has no idea where, why, when, or, most importantly, who she is. Ashley was so scared. But suddenly Ashley realized which place this was. She realized it