Best Horror Novels Of 2017 Novels & Stories

Lady Tatya lounged about in her chambers, reading a horror novel. This was one of her favorite genres. She loved the thrills, the twists, the terrifying reality that burst through the pages. But most of all, she loved the creativity. So many ways to die, so many ways to make someone fall on their own sword. Tatya turned the page with such vigor, she almost ripped it. Yes, this was the moment in the story where the characters were cornered and trapped by the monster, the monster that had a million ways to torture them. Skinning, drowning, beheading… all wonderful ways to cause someone’s death.

Memories of Rush and Nightshade exterminating the wolves and, after that, every manner of supernatural species. I looked into his eyes as I dissolved the mind link but held my hands tightly to the sides of his head as my eyes flared. "Ex potestate maleficarum tui homicidii, per hoc removeo potestates tuas et te excommunicam de ostio maleficarum!"

He tried to be serious and shook his head. "I'm not afraid of ghosts. Maybe you are?" I added before taking his hand away and walking away. I immediately felt him on my back but I didn't look at him. I looked at the mansion again. The old house really looks scary. That's why it's surprising that no one even took this property. This is an asset that can also be monetized. They could have even developed a hotel here. Does the owner have no relatives? They should have retained it's beauty. It would have been a good spot for the resort and then it just ended up like this.

The next second, the Patchwork Monster tore the man in half. He tossed the body outside casually. Just then, a crisp, bell-like voice sounded outside. “It’s after work hours, who’s so rude as to be throwing bodies around?” A young girl with three heads and eight arms appeared at the doorway. With just one look at the shop, anger filled her voice, and her hair stood on end. “Who the hell had a death wish and smashed the Number One Must-Eat shop in the entire horror game?”

(Yesterday with Kora) “What harm will it do for me to tell Damien?” I asked. “He is a demon, and the nephew and best friend of the devil, the secret will not be kept for long, and if Lucifer finds out,” Kora inhaled deeply and looked away from me. “Tell me. I can take it. What will happen if Lucifer finds out?” She only spared me a look and then exhaled, “He will destroy you.” “Destroy me?” I was already technically dead and in Hell, could it get any worse?

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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

“Sa piling kasi ng mahal nila, doon nila nahahanap ang kanilang sarili.” “Ah…” “Blue…” “Hmm…” “May tanong pa ako sa’yo.” “Inatake na naman ang curiosity mo. Ako naman ang magtatanong sa’yo. Kung isasapeikula ang buhay natin, ano kaya ang magiging genre?” “Hmm… Romance?” “Mali.” “Eh ano?” “Horror. Ikaw ba naman may kasamang sleepwalker na tumatawa na parang mangkukulam gabi-gabi.”