Books Horror Genre Novels & Stories

The ancient magic in the ritual was very dark, and she wasn’t sure if there were any lasting effects. They made every step carefully, watching for any secret traps around that were intended to injure them fatally. Eventually, they entered another room that was separated by a big door. Though the temple only consisted of sixteen doors, they had not expected that one room had led into a larger hall containing the maze. It appeared that there was only one way to tread through the maze, but yet every step they made could be their last. There were snares embedded deep in the ice that had taken the lives of some passing unlucky travellers; which they told from the skeletons lying on the ground.

The walls are lined with shelves, but it's clear that Luca might already be running out of room - there are a couple of boxes stacked at the very end, probably filled with movies yet to be sorted onto the shelves. I walk slowly down the length of the room, trying to decide what to watch. The collection is organized by genre, then alphabetically. Romances are out - I don't want to think about anything related to sex or love. Action movies are out, too - those would just get me thinking about the Cataclysm films and my work with Luca. I'm not sure I'm in the mood for a comedy, but a musical might do - three hours of people dancing and singing might brighten my spirits a little. Or maybe I'll d

I asked, pointing at the horror movie. Well, there are five on display here. Two are about romance. One is about comedy, the other is about action, and the last is a horror movie. "You are scared of ghosts, but you are suggesting this movie out of all the others?" He asked. "Do not underestimate my watching skills. I can watch horror movies as long as I have company. We also watch it in our house and whenever we have an overnight at Shiela's house." I shared. "Then let's watch this?" He asked.

Alice grumbled to herself. “You shouldn't watch horror movies if you're afraid of ghosts.” “Uncle Vincent took me to see it. He said it was a fun movie about zombies hunting humans in the forest. And the movie was fun. But now I'm scared.” “Huh! Vincent.” Alex exhaled softly at the mention of his assistant's name by Valen. Apparently Vincent was the one who taught Alex's daughter to watch horror movies.

I chuckle to myself as I slouch into the chair. I have always loved romance over other genres. Horror fills me with fear and wild imagination and I might end up having nightmares. Whenever I watch a horror movie in school, my roommates roll their eyes at me because of my screaming but when it gets intense, I will be thrown out of the room and I won't end up watching the movie till the end. I laugh again to myself as I look out of the window, the morning air brushing past my face from the window when I lean forward.

And then— A child’s laughter echoed from inside. Small. Sweet. But ice-cold. Aarav’s blood turned to stone. “Who’s there?” he asked. No answer. Just that laughter again. And then— From the darkness behind the door, two faintly glowing eyes appeared. At the height of a child. But they weren’t human. Completely still. Completely cold. Like a painted image. Then— It stepped out. Aarav raised his flashlight. And what he saw became the greatest terror of his life.

I tell him and he comes back holding two beers in one hand and a pack of Oreos in the other. "You got any good movies?" I ask him as he sets everything down on the dark wood coffee table. "Their all either action or horror. We could watch something on N*****x though." He says and I look at him with a raised brow. "Who says I don't like action or horror?" I ask with a smirk and he smiles back. "Most girls don't like those types of movies." He says with a shrug. "Well, I'm not most girls. Horror happens to be my favourite category out of them all." I tell him and he just smiles at me.

Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she slammed her fist against the glass, not to escape, but to warn me. She wasn't pointing at the creature. She was pointing at me. I followed her frantic gesture, looking at the window again. I looked at the glass, but I didn't see her reflection. I saw mine. But the reflection wasn't mine. It was the face of the portrait. The room began to shake. The walls of the Master Suite groaned, the wood warping and twisting like agonized flesh. I realized then that the dare wasn't a game. It was a harvest. The Blackwood Estate didn't just haunt people; it cycled them.

On TV is the news that has been replayed since the morning about Vampires suddenly going mad and attacking people without purpose, they are like zombies without brains that can't control their actions, Then there are the bloody scenes that are really terrible. Phoebe looked at these things in fear, breaking out in a cold sweat, her hands and feet shaking, she didn't understand what was happening out there. Seeing that Emily and Ray were still hugging her in terror, the other children had gone to sleep. Phoebe then comforted the two children: "What are you two afraid of it's just a horror movie not worth mentioning, it's getting late so go to sleep." Ray timidly asked: "Is it really a movie o

Cynthia says in a very low voice, leaning a little towards me. “Listen!” Lara shoots him a disapproving look. “This I have not seen. The one I saw was the first.” She fixes her eyes on the screen again. “But what the fuck are you doing?” Again she spits words at the television. “No. I can't handle this. The black, the Asian and the blonde have died, the next is going to be the nerd. Fuck! It's always the same with these ridiculous "horror" movies,” drawing the quotes in the air. “I do not understand. If you don't like these movies, why do you keep watching them?” Cynthia rolls her eyes in notable annoyance.