Best Scary Novels Novels & Stories

Naomi It was dark. It was cold. It was scary. My feet sunk in strange stuff as I dragged myself through the forest of thing i could not see but I could feel around and sense around me and I hoped they didn't sense me too. They were blood thirsty, hungry and desperate for murder and blood curling screams amd the terror of mortals. I could feel their eyes on me, watching, waiting, but not advancing as if I couldn't be more important. Thank Goddess. For some reason I was safe, I felt safe. In the midst of killing creatures, I felt safe.

Mason's insidious actions had awakened a primal terror, plunging the realm into darkness. The stories surrounding these deaths painted a macabre picture of savagery. It seemed as though the victims had met their demise at the hands of a beast, their necks brutally ravaged, as if drained of every drop of blood. The grotesque nature of the killings left witnesses traumatized, their minds struggling to comprehend the horror that unfolded before their eyes. The realm had become a haunted place, plagued by the specter of death at every turn.

What could be so frightening that it was scaring a zombie and a werewolf? I peered into the darkness that surrounded me, but I could see nothing. I looked for Peter, but he was fading away. I could hear him calling for me to hurry before it was too late, but I could no longer see him. Something told me that whatever was coming was far more dangerous to me than a zombie or a werewolf, but I just couldn’t see what it was. I awoke with a start. The lights were out in my room and the blinds were shut, but thin lighting from the brilliancy of the full moon managed to slip through the blinds enough to make my room suitably visible.

We have left the city now, and we are now riding through the woods. At first, I jumped, and was happy that the weird driver did not snoop at that exact moment. I was scared initially that we are driving through the woods. I have read a lot of horror novels and movies as well, including documentaries, and I know that most murder and evil happen in the woods.

VALERIA The book fell from my hands and landed on the floor with a thud. The last time I was this petrified was when I was hiding, watching my parents being murdered. And I felt like because all things were pointing towards the same thing happening to me, getting killed by a werewolf that hated the existence of vampires for some reason. The feeling of someone touching my shoulder had me jerking away, triggering my instinct to fight. But it was just Marcello's concerned face that I saw when I turned. His eyebrows were furrowed as he observed me carefully, then he asked,

Nothing like a little evening walk to think things over. I live with VAMPIRES for Christ's sake!!! We're not talking about your average friendly ghost! We're speaking of evil creatures than can drink my blood up in a few minutes. I must be the heroine of a fantasy novel. There's no other way about it. Because if it's reality, I'm gonna find it difficult to stay optimistic. Or else I'm only a secondary character who's I living her last hours. The little student who gets killed at the beginning of the story, it always works to set the scene. I should be scared stiff, but instead, I want to burst out laughing... It's probably my nerves letting go! Or just plain madness.

Now let's talk about my other books. Nightmare Land is not changing, but I am re-editing the first 18 chapters, which I will try to finish as soon as I can. Again, I will try to get the re-edits out with a new chapter, so just bear with me. Not only that, but I'm trying to add on a new book called Dark Tales of the Alive Undead. I have received no response about that either, but I'm waiting for an entire week to see if my editor will respond. I know they say to wait a whole month for new books, but this is also about my other books.

What in the world is going on? My mouth dropped in awe as some writing began to come up on the book, I wanted to take my hands off the book and scream out my lungs in fear but for some reasons I couldn't , I just watched in shock and as soon as it stopped I lifted the book up to my face to see what was written there. You shiver when you always think of, A werewolf in the night, They eat human flesh so yuck and sticky, But it’s just in your mind You might think there’s a creepy castle,

she murmured. My eyes remained fixed on the road. "You never know," she added, making her voice sound creepier. When I turned to look at her, she chuckled, as though she had succeeded in unsettling me. "You know, zombies aren't the only things that are scary right now," she commented, clicking her tongue. "Humans, werewolves, they've become the worst nightmares. They're all trying to stay at the top of the food chain. Do you know what they're doing?"

"Silly. After everything we have been through before, I believe this one was not close enough to hold a candle when it comes to our most terrifying encounter." Jace exclaimed with an incredulous expression on his face. But before Allan could even argue back, Steve already interjected and requested everyone's attention. "I think you all should see this. I shared the same sentiment as Allan. He's right and we would be foolish if this does not scare us, especially if the fence is as high as this one." As he said that, Steve pointed to the black-and-white illustration in the book. "Graes have a reputation for eating children and grinding their bones to dust, no?"