Best Horror Novel Of 2020 Novels & Stories

It wasn’t the familiar, echoing howl she had grown accustomed to—it was raw, frantic, and human in panic. She bolted from her desk, heart hammering in her chest. Outside, the town was already in motion. Lanterns swung wildly as farmers and townsfolk rushed from their homes, eyes wide with terror. Evelyn didn’t need to ask what had happened; the smell hit her first. Iron. Warm, coppery blood mingled with the scent of fur and scorched earth.

"She Feared None. Even If She Did, She Allowed No One To Peek Through Her Facade And Faced Everything Courageously. Regrettably, The One Who She Allowed Turned To Be The Reason Of Her Downfall." •••••••••• I was in my room, watching horror movie hiding myself in my blanket. I don't get scared easily owing to my life which itself is a nightmare but God?? Why would anyone make this nonsense and call them scary?! And this stupid girl! What does she think of herself? A superwoman? Why can't she just stop poking her nose everywhere and stick only to her house? The girl shrieked when she saw a dead body hanging on the tree and I just shut my mobile off. I guess I'll have some good sleep rather wat

There was no one but darkness outside. "Who's that?" "Corrine?" "Elise?" Eiden guessed. He thought that it was his sisters being ignorant. Eiden approached the door and looked outside. There was no one and it looked deserted. Maybe everyone was fast asleep and didn't realize the power was off. Eiden closed the door and as he turned around, that was exactly when he saw the demonic figure. His eyes were fiery red with his entire body covered in blood. His teeth were sharp and emitted a lot of foul odor with two black horns on his head. He grinned at Eiden.

Alika’s POV I used to think horror stories exaggerated things. That walls don’t bleed. That houses don’t whisper. That curses were metaphors for family trauma. But now, in this cursed manor—this breathing tomb of Blackwell secrets—I’ve learned the truth. They don’t just whisper. They scream.

He’s planning something, I’m sure of it. Her words are not even sinking in, that something horrifying catches my attention. A heavy smell of death lingers in the air, I hear shouting of despair. ‘A newborn vampire.’ Pandora announced. ‘And it’s out of control, slaughtering everybody.’ Panic and adrenaline are surging through my body, I run to the place where the crying for help is heard, and when I get there, I’m faced with a desolate scene. About twenty people, wounded in cold-blood, are lying in a pool of their own blood.

A pit of nothingness where your deepest fear aside and in the end, you will desire to die. You are the light that represents the sun, and she is the dark that represents the moon. Please do not trust him that much, for in that loop you both choose is a hell that ends you be dead. Dare to be alone? Think twice or you will end up hearing him, walking in your direction, stealing your only life, for a soul he wanted death will upon you. Alone at night? Reading a book upon your bed? Dare not and run for your life for if you don’t believe they will come at the stroke of midnight creeping their way unto you. Don’t dare to look under your bed, for they will come at the top of your head.

“Hello, my dear Ms. Dreasden. I am Doctor John Hopkins, Nelli’s psychiatrist. I was told of the events tonight and not to alarm you, but if at any time the lights go out close your eyes and do not open them no matter what you hear. Apparently Nelli is loose and not under control. See Nelli has no soul. She was born with the blackest eyes of any human being I have ever met. If she sees the fear in your eyes, she will scratch them out before she kills you.” I instantly panick and the room starts to spin. I can feel the heat raise to my temples and the sweat starts to bead around my eyes and lips. As I start to panick further, I hear a loud sound upstairs and then a giggle. Suddenly, e

No matter how hard things got, she, Geraldina Veraldina would always complete her missions. However the next minute she felt her resolve falter. This world… this supposedly normal world was… was a horror genre?! On top of being an unplotted world where anything could happen, it just happened to be a horror story?! “Zero tell me, who the heck did I offend? Is it Jackson? Why a horror genre, am fucking scared of ghosts for damn sake. It’s not even a slasher but pure horror with monsters and sorcerers. What the heck?!”

It was a presence that felt heavy, ancient, and terrifyingly familiar. It felt like the hum in my own bones, but amplified a thousand times. I looked at the dark doorway of the factory, and for a second, the world seemed to tilt. I wasn't just sensing someone. I was sensing a part of myself that had been ripped away before I was even born. It was like looking into a mirror and seeing a stranger staring back. Hailey steps out of the car into the cold night air and feels it immediately — a presence she doesn't recognize but that feels, impossibly,

Instead, he scooped me in his arms and brought me to my bed. There was a mix of excitement and fear which instantly crept into my whole being. Excited because my curiosity will be sufficed but fearful because I know this might break me or make me. Again, Pierre Monteblanco is a mystery. A dangerous one. And what a fool am I to throw myself into his dark fate. However, the need to feel this dark persona is heavier than all the things bothering me in my mind. I just need to satisfy this curiosity or else I'll be damned.