Analog Horror Monster Novels & Stories

When the music grew eerie, setting the scene for a jump scare, Alice buried her face in Adam’s chest. “This dude ain’t even scary,” Adam laughed at her. Alice, trusting him, took a brave look at the screen. “Agh,” she let out a screech of horror at the giant, pasty-faced monster. Burying her face back into Adam’s chest she cried, “He’s scary. He’s really scary.” “I could take him,” Adam scoffed. “He’s noncorporeal,” Alice pointed out. “So punching his face in might not be the best plan.”

Shadows danced and twisted, morphing into grotesque figures that seemed to mock her fear. Her heart raced, her palms clammy with sweat as she fought the urge to scream now. Her voice seemed to have returned from wherever it had gone to, but now she knew she had to stay quiet, to remain hidden from whatever unknown horrors awaited her, and to keep her friend away from the monster. Her mind conjured images of the monstrous creature, its grotesque form slithering through the shadows, inching closer with each passing second. Her breath hitched as she imagined its razor-sharp claws and gleaming fangs, ready to tear her apart. The fear rose within her like a tidal wave, threatening to consume her

The monster had the appearance of an ox. It had a single horn on its head and wings on its back, and its entire body was covered in black scales. As it stood, it exuded a terrifying aura. “Die, humans!” It roared. Stunned, Henry said, “This monster is at the Immortal Ascension’s Eighth Stair. James, leave this creature to me. I haven’t been able to use my strength after so many years of cultivation. Just sit back and watch the show.”

got blurry and bright spots lightened before her eyes as she felt the incredible power of the creature solely through his cock. She realized how insignificant she was beneath the massive bulk of meat and muscles and how she was completely at his mercy. For some reason, Mildred found this incredibly exciting and she tried to stay still, waiting for his next move. Maya and Anais saw the large creature walk slowly over Mildred and then they heard a scream. Maya thought that the monster had stepped on her but Anais had a better idea of what was going on. "Gods have mercy! He is going to crush her!" Maya said with anxiousness. "I don't think so, my Princess. I can't see very well from this angle

Dorian was a man of the world, and this girl was a lot hotter than his slut of an ex, Chloe, that he’d spent the last six months with. As Dorian looked into the Dragon’s eyes he saw that they were a deep, burning purple. His soul was impaled with terror as he locked eyes with this creature. They shone like burning embers, and the monster smiled at him, opening its left mouth to emit a disturbing growl. Whatever this thing was, it sure wasn’t from this dimension. While this monster was penetrating the woman, it was screaming and shrieking louder and louder. Dorian stood there, dead in his tracks, mortified.

When Horace faced the kidnapper, he was unable to defend himself before being knocked out. Recalling the man, Horace couldn’t hide his terror. “Alain, he’s not just a man. He’s a monster.” Alain’s expression grew serious. It was rare for anyone to scare Horace this much. “You won’t believe it, but that man… No, that monster… He doesn’t have a face,” Horace said, shaking his head. “Or rather, he has a face but no skin.”

his voice trembled, his scent turning completely putrid with fear. Memories from his cub days flooded his mind—a terrifying, faceless entity that used to haunt his old bedroom in the outer manor, stroking his jaw, striking his flanks, and following his scent whenever he woke during the dark moon. He had been so utterly traumatized back then that he had locked himself in the stone bathing quarters, collapsing in his own sweat. That ghost had been the ultimate nightmare of his youth. Had the executioner returned to finish the job after all these years? “Is it your shadow? Have you come back to claim my blood? Go find another wolf to hunt!” Bryce whimpered into the suffocating silence.

He was still pointing his weapon at something. Wren and Max stepped inside and saw what was now lying motionless on the table once again. Wren knew what it looked like, and he had hoped he was wrong. He had seen it when he and Lindsay had looked at the creatures days earlier. It looked almost identical to the monster they had learned was called Anubis. “We need to get this thing back in the cooler now. If it is what I think it is, it isn’t dead, and nothing we do will kill it,” Wren said as he motioned for Max to help him.

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."