Blood Sweat And Terrors Novels & Stories

Sweat poured down his face, soaking through his shirt, his body shaking uncontrollably. "Henry!" I shouted, my voice breaking, as I stumbled toward him, my legs weak beneath me. I gripped the table to steady myself, terror flooding my senses. "Help!" I screamed toward the hallway, my voice trembling. "Somebody help!" I dropped to my knees beside him as his breath came in ragged gasps. His skin was clammy and pale, his shirt plastered to his chest from the sweat. His entire body seemed to be shutting down before my eyes.

One moment I'm enjoying the cold caress of the water then the next I'm screaming while looking at my arms dripping with blood coming from the shower. I shrieked, my body trembling so hard, that I didn't even know I was practically crawling on the dirty floor marred with years of hardened dirt and molds. I scream, thrashing at an unseen enemy, my body still coated with blood. I blinked fast, willing to vanish the image of blood out of my head. But it was like it has a life of its own, twisting and turning on my body, choking me with dread and terror. I could only hear static like the world was muted and the only thing I could hear was the familiar snarl of the man I killed.

The cold metal gleamed under the torchlight as they aimed the weapons at Hara and Bella. Hara’s heart pounded violently in her chest, each beat resonating like a war drum. Her hands shook uncontrollably, her throat felt like it was constricting, and she struggled to draw a breath. Her mouth went dry, and her face lost all color as she froze in place, her mind racing with the horrifying possibility that this could be the end. Cold sweat trickled down her face and neck, mingling with the chill in the air.

He muttered under his breath closing the door behind him as he barged into the familiar space, his heart rapidly drumming against his chest as his brain struggled to remain focus… the walls all around him spinning out of control as he growled irritably… “Ahh! What the fuck is going on… my head… ahh!” Victor slumped onto to cold tiled floors; pulling on his hair in sheer mental torment, yelling in confusion as a series of images invaded his subconscious mind… his thoughts were thrown into complete and utter chaos as trails of red liquid poured out from the corners of his orbs… his eyes were bleeding. ********************

"Then Orion must be the one in great danger now. As what have my father said, Nerissa don't kill her preys right away. She plays with their minds first, but after that, she kills them mercilessly. Also, the weaker the mind of the man, the more possibility that he will go insane even after he is rescued. I hope your friend has a strong mind so he it will be easy for us to awaken him from Nerissa's magic later on." We continued walking but moments later, we made an abrupt stop when we heard roara that echoed in the whole place. I turned nervously and my heart started to beat frantically when I saw two giant tigers with two heads and snakes as their tails. They look at us as if they are hunters

Rathi's eyelids disturbed when something kept dripping on her forehead, she opened her eyes and touched the thick fluid in her trembling fingers, it was dark red in color. The place is dead silence and her breathing became rapid when she found herself covered in that thick fluid which is none other than blood. The dark place is soaking in the cold blood. Her eyes shot open in terror to see from where it's coming, the blood is gliding from the insides of her thighs. She felt afraid yet she touched her sex and took her hand only to be soaked completely in the blood, her blood. She couldn't breathe and her wide eyes welled with tears. The more she feared, the more the blood came out from her gr

“No talking? Like hell! Edison, fight! Do everything you can to get out and find Phantom! Find hhh—” Agony explodes. A needle pierces my arm, yellow liquid flooding my veins. Pain slices through my brain, searing every nerve. My teeth chatter, body convulsing violently. My skin burns, eyelids twitch, bones ache. The world turns blue. Stormy sapphire blue. Sapphires remind me of eyes—his eyes. Phantom’s. I try to speak his name, but my tongue produces only brackish saliva. My heart slows, a gong barely struck. Terror fills my lungs. I’m dying. I claw against the darkness, gasping, fighting. Dread weighs me down like an anchor.

** Below it, a handwritten note in Silas’s sharp, aggressive script: *Priority Blood Sample - 24hr turnaround. The Liquid Silver in my veins was a miracle. It was a cold, chemical anchor that kept my heart at a steady, rhythmic throb even as my soul screamed. It kept the color in my face and the tremor out of my hands, masking the physiological explosion of terror that should have given me away. But my brain... my brain was a siren blaring in a dark room.

"To see the sun, you must go under the water, and find blood." "Fuck!" He shouted suddenly. "I shouldn't say it aloud." The veins on his neck started to pop as he strained to let those words out. What is this? His body instantly began to stiffen, his eyes rolling back in slow motion until only the whites were visible. His lips turned blue, and when I touched him, his skin was icy cold. Fear gripped me like a vice as a scream erupted from my insides. "W-what is this?" "Darius!" My voice mixed with the deafening howl of the wind as I let out a primal scream filled with raw, cold terror.

Growing desperation swept through the dark, misty space. “Alpha?” I called, my voice trembling. “Where are you?” Nothing. Only distant whispers murmuring around me. The hairs on my body stood on end. “Is this another one of your tests?!” I shouted, my tone filled with frustration and fear. My breathing was ragged. Then I lowered my gaze to the floor. A huge pool of blood was spreading around me. Horror made me choke. “Whose blood is this?” A roar came like thunder—deep, ethereal, and unfamiliar: