Best Horror Graphic Novels Novels & Stories

They were images of blackened houses, broken bodies, and trembling survivors murmuring in fear. “They said they saw… shadows with horns,” Eden whispered. “They said the shadows walked through fire and didn’t burn. They tore through flesh like paper. One old man said he saw a child disappear in the blink of an eye. There was no blood. No scream. Just… gone.” Sophia paled. Her fingers trembled as she reached into the folds of her robe and pulled out a tattered, leather-bound grimoire. She flipped the pages quickly. “I’ve read this before,” she muttered,. “Long ago. When I was a child. The signs… horned shadows, vanishing people, soulless fire. It’s not mortal.”

I replied. Nicolas took a book down at random. His face twisted as he flipped through the pages. His obvious discomfort had my attention. Even though the book was upside down to me, the contents could not be mistaken. Miss Evens was quite the artist despite the gruesome nature of these sketches. Capturing perfectly werewolves taring themselves and each other apart from behind bars. Moving to the last several pages a family of five sitting behind the bars, the next image a woman stood before them. The next the male had shifted into something not quite werewolf or Lycan as the woman shielded the children. The last showing the woman’s head severed, held in the air as her blood ran down the beas

I was about to end somebody’s life, I had to be frightened. Upon arrival in Newtown, doubt crept into my subconscious. It actually woke me up as I began asking myself ‘what on earth am I thinking’. My hands began shaking and they were covered with dampness. I became unconsciously too awash with the sinful deed I was about to engage in and for a moment, I sat in the car motionless. My head was overwhelmed with guilt because in all honesty, there was no bad blood between Naledi and I. Our only beef was Billy. He looked at me with pleading eyes and I knew I had to accomplish the mission. He once again coached me on what to do and what to avoid. He opened the lid of his cabin and pulled out what

I did the research. On my whole lower arm, these are my favorite monsters in fiction: Dracula, Frankenstein's Monster, the Hunchback of Notre Dame, and course, a zombie. If you can see more closely it's a picture of me—zombified. Aww, thanks so much, Zeke. It just sounds funny when you say 'sexy zombie.'

I looked down at my stained hands, the red colour of the paint a contrast to my skin, attacking me with vivid flashes of the gory scene from the book I read through the night. The crunching of bones, the tearing of flesh, helpless screams, and growls echoed through my head incessantly like a flickering light that had no off-switch. The sounds grew more distorted, the image flashing before me growing more potent. Sinisterly beautiful grey eyes taking a crimson shade of red, fangs dripping with blood, veiny streaks scattered across the face like a violent crack of thunder.

She grabbed the headphones from the nightstand and placed them over her ears. Saylor curled up next to her, and soon he was asleep. Minnow carefully let herself think about what she had remembered from the flashbacks in her nightmare. Had her mind played a trick on her or did the men indeed have yellow eyes? Maybe she believed they did because her brain perceived them as animals for what they had done to her? Rage quickened her blood, and the resentment grew inside her like a tumour. Death was the only punishment good enough for these monsters. Eventually, she huddled under the covers and gripped the sheets until her fingers hurt. She held her breath, waiting for the soft music to take her m

It took a moment to process the scene in front of her before shock hit like a bucket of ice cold water and the blonde practically threw herself back to escape the grotesque scene. The two men who had attacked her now lay prone on the ground, eyes staring up at the soft grey sky, but they were empty, lifeless. That was because one head was no longer attached to the body and the other male was ripped open like he had been savaged by some wild beast. The coppery scent of blood hung heavy in the air, mixing with the scent of urine and shit while steam rose from the opened torsos and fingers and limbs twitched. Before falling still.

Larry got home that evening and felt sick; losing his Job would be the least of his worries; he would have to face Lucifer Morningstar sooner or later, and from what he heard, those who have faced him never lived to tell the tale. He had a thudding headache, eyes closed against the dull pain. The back of his skull throbbed like a whore's heart; he bit out a curse and moved his hand to inspect the damage – except that it didn't move. Something was restraining his arms. His legs, too, were immobilized, as he noticed when he tried to get up. So he was lying prone. The violent hum of electricity streaking through the air assaulted his battered head, calling forth a grimace of agony. A steady dri

The evening sky hung heavy and dark over the deserted street, casting deep shadows over the lonely street of Greenwood. The street lamps flickered weakly, their light barely penetrating the gloom. Despite the danger, a few brave souls could be seen darting quickly between the buildings, their eyes darting nervously from side to side as they hurried home. Each person seemed to be walking with a sense of urgency as if they knew that the werewolf could strike at any moment. The evening setting was eerie, and it was clear that the street was no place for the faint of heart. With werewolf attacks happening frequently, it was a place where danger lurked around every corner and anyone who dared to

The sky was dark save for the moon that hung low in the sky it casts a strange glow over the kingdom. Inside the palace, the tension was real. It was the kind of tension that shook even the strongest of men. It was the usual Fortnight ceremony where the wizard takes a look into the future of the kingdom. The king and his subjects watched as he performed his rituals, making strange sounds and incantations. The wizard's screams echoed through the huge hall, a sound that would haunt the memories of those who heard it for years to come. "Doom! Doom is coming!" he cried, his voice trembling with fear. "A werewolf will bring ruin to us all!"