Book Terror By Night Novels & Stories

KESTER. Ever wondered why horror hits differently at night? Of course you fucking haven't. But I'll tell you for free. It's the thrill. The fucking fear. The blood. The darkness. And the screams... God, the fucking screams. They echo louder. They mean more. They feed something inside. See, night strips you down. Turns the hunter into a goddamn beast. Turns the prey into something worth chasing. And right now? I am not Kester. That man died the second my mate screamed through that screen.

Tom muttered. As Bob tried to rouse Drex, the patrol car turned toward the site of the murder. Tom felt goosebumps prickle his skin; he was terrified of encountering either his friend’s ghost or the creature that had taken his life. "It's so quiet here, Bob. Not a soul in sight," Tom whispered. "This is bad! Drex! Drex! Wake up!" Bob shouted, trying to wake the deep-sleeping Lycan.

In a nice voice I reply “Just had the scariest nightmare of my life. Why are you awake at 2 in the morning?” If I had of called anyone else, they would have ripped my head off for calling at such an ungodly hour. “Oh, you poor baby, its okay it was just a nightmare.” She purrs. There’s a short pause before she says “Aaron is over and we are watching horror movies, my

“You are the first ray of sunshine this day.” “I try, sir.” *** Tancorix understood terror, in this world and the one she came from. Although that time was long ago, she understood fear and war. These factors didn’t change, thus the world didn’t seem too different for her at that moment. The army of Pictdom, their armor, weapons and even their gods didn’t match, but they still had the same blood. When, from out of the night, the group of short hairy beasts ran toward them on the great plain, she thought the new life to be a short one, as even the horses rebelled.

Her pulse thunders in her ears, and it takes precious moments for the residual terror to subside in the tiniest sense of it. In the eerie stillness of the night, Marisol clutched at the sheets, her heart racing wildly owing to the scare of the nightmare that had taken a few nights off, only to return stronger than it would seem. The vivid imagery of the beast persists even behind her closed lids, haunting her waking moments as she grapples with the remnants of the surreal horror that had unfolded in her dreams.

Their faint voices were not mere echoes, but flashes of madness throbbing in the darkness, stirring bodies and pressing down on hearts. Meanwhile, Malik and Dima huddled behind the door of Nabil's apartment, silent, their fingers gripping the cold edge, their hearts pounding like the faint drums of war. They had no idea how this night would end, and no one dared guess what would happen when the dead shadows clashed with human power, with spirits unwilling to leave. The night coiled around the tower like a black serpent, pressing down on every corner, testing the patience of those who stood before it. Every breath, every whisper, carried the promise that this night would not end peacefully, t

Reene lifted her head with tears still streaming down her pretty face that looked pale. “I get terror. The week after Brexton died I got frequent calls from people I didn't know. At first I thought it was just a prank. But as time went on, the terror became more and more terrifying. Apart from terrorizing me with horrible words and threats, several times he sent me packages containing a doll that had been stabbed with a knife and given cat blood or threw something through my bedroom window like I had last night.” “May we take a look at the items that the terrorist sent?”

The terror in my mind overpowered my ability to not feel the coldness my body soaked from the chilly floor. --- "When did you returned last night?" Tori asked when I was packing my bag to leave the place as soon as possible. I woke up early in the morning with the nightmares of last night. My body still starts shivering whenever the memory of last might hit my mind. My eyes gets glossy and I wanted to do nothing else than curling up in a ball and cry my heart out. But I composed myself in front of Tori. I am not ready to talk about what happened last night. Specially, not to Tori. She gets scared easily amd I am not planning on passing my terror to her.

Also, Yvonne would start calling it unhealthy or how psychopathic it is for Giselle to want nothing but to study 24/7. Though, one would never know that the real reason why Giselle looks like a moving corpse is because of the spectacle that happened last night. The scene of the incident decided to rewind itself in her messy head, preventing her from having a peaceful study, or a good night's rest. She place the toothpaste down harshly and brushed her teeth while, at the same time, groaning out loud, "that- bloody Darius- curse him!"

She is bleeding out everywhere. Even my young mind can comprehend that she’s dead. I wake up to Alec shaking me. My body is covered in cold, sticky sweat. My body violently shakes as my stomach churns. Tears run down my face as it does all the time. Night terrors. I have them almost every night. I look around the room. Zander and Ethan stand at the doorway with guns in their hands. Zander walks to the closet, opening it to make sure no one is stowed away.