Americn Horror Stories Novels & Stories

His blood dripped onto her back and ran down the curve of her ass. He pushed her head down against the blood-soaked sheets. Emma screamed into the mattress, pushing her ass back to meet every thrust. He pulled his cock out of her pussy and pressed the head against her asshole. “No mercy tonight,” he snarled. Emma barely had time to process what he had said before he forced his massive cock into her tight ass. She screamed at the top of her lungs. Romero ignores her. He groaned in pleasure. The pain from his wound only increased his savage lust.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself inside a game world. The title "Family of Four" screamed wholesome parenting sim to me. I quietly looked around at the other players who had entered with me. A lot of them were terrified of this new environment, and several men were cursing loudly. Among the crowd, a veteran player named Mike Bates started explaining the situation. "This is an infinite horror game. The only way to clear it and revive is by getting an SSS rating. Otherwise, you will be killed by the boss." "How do you even get that kind of rating?" a college girl asked.

Chapter 1 The bookstore smelled like fresh coffee and old paper, the way it always did on event nights. Elena Reyes stood at the front of the packed reading room, microphone in hand, watching twenty kids and their parents lean forward as she finished the last chapter of the bedtime story. Laughter rippled through the crowd. A little girl in the front row clapped so hard her pigtails bounced. Then her phone buzzed on the podium. Once. Twice. Three times. She ignored it until the applause died down. Only then did she glance at the screen.

Strong hands suddenly gripped my body, yanking me out of a deep, peaceful sleep. My eyes flew open. A tall, masked man was hovering over me in the darkness of my bedroom. Before I could even scream, he pressed the cold barrel of a gun against my forehead. “Don’t move,” he growled, voice low and dangerous. My heart slammed violently against my ribs. Pure terror flooded my veins. I froze, breathing shallow and fast. “Give me all your money. Now,” he demanded.

The shadows moved with purpose—the workers, thirty strong, silent but ominous, creeping ever closer to the house. He closed the door, dragging a wooden table behind him like a crude barrier. His hands closed around the rusty fork, feeling a cold bite, then he dropped it to pick up the heavy hammer, testing its weight in his bloodied hands. A voice rang from behind the door: "Open up, you madman!" "Death is inevitable!" The driver's eyes widened, glowing faintly in the darkness like smoldering coals. He remained silent, defiant, watching the shadows outside. Suddenly, a window in a side room shattered. The workers began to climb in, one by one, their intentions clear and deadly. The driver st

He handed me a bottle of water and sat down beside me on the wooden floor. I asked, “Do you ever get tired of seeing beauty in everything?” He smiled faintly. “Sometimes. But then I remember that beauty isn’t always what’s perfect. Sometimes it’s what’s honest even when it hurts.” I turned that over in my mind. “I think I’ve been writing scared,” I admitted. “Afraid to be honest. Afraid to feel too much.” “Maybe honesty is exactly what your story needs,” he said gently. “Even if it’s messy.”

When I stopped, I was breathless. "I think I'm broken," I whispered. "No," he finally said. "You're not broken. You're human. But you are... dangerous." "Dangerous?" "To him. To anyone lucky enough to haunt your dreams." The booth felt too small. Too warm. My fingers curled around the edge of the seat. He leaned closer. Shadows moved behind the screen. "Would you come back next week?" "Why?" "Because I want to hear more. I want to know what happens next."

I glanced out of the window every once in a while, watching the buildings going by and people going about their business, completely unaware of the creatures that threatened their very existence. We headed out of the city and drove deep into the Rocky Mountains until we were at the gates of the werewolf compound. The guards quickly opened the gate to let us in and we drove for another half an hour down the road, passing houses and businesses until we got to the pack house. Crimson Fangs Pack was one of the largest packs in North America, and one of the most feared. Their bloodline was old, dating back to when wolves were first created. We pulled up outside of a large mansion, guards armed wi

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?

I apologize that this book is really short with less than 30k words in all. I plan to edit it at some point and make it better. I figured that a really long Horror book might be less interesting and would just seem drawn out. I've not read a lot of them but I watch horror movies so I wrote this like I would picture an Horror movie. I appreciate all those who stuck with me and read Reincarnation regardless. Thank you all. After saying this, I would love and appreciate your feedbacks and things to watch out for when I do edit the book. It would be really helpful and appreciated. Bonus scene ideas too would be great. Thanks once again.