Books Horror Genre Novels & Stories

“Okay.” Heather placed her bag on the sofa and took off her coat. She then approached her dad, who was lying on the bed with a remote in his hand. "I told you that watching this type of movie would spike your blood pressure. You know, you’re the first guy your age I’ve seen who’s so into horror films." Her dad paused the movie to smile at her. "If you like it as much as I do, you’ll really enjoy it. They say that if you get used to watching horror movies without getting scared, it makes you braver in the dark."

Because he had just been ripped apart. I turned around slowly and stared at the “pet” who had done the ripping. He still had blood on his face, but somehow looked… innocent. “I was hungry,” he murmured. Maybe it was my imagination, but his pupils looked a little sharper than before. [Wow. Trying to slut-shame someone in a horror dungeon? He had it coming.] [Pop the champagne. Ding-dong, the jerk is dead.] [Lol the stans are out. She can sleep with monsters but nobody can call her out?]

"The attic suite is suicide! The thing in there isn't just a ghost, it's—" "It's what?" She bit her lip, her voice a terrified whisper. “It’s the Shadow Lord. An ancient entity that devours light and souls. They say he rips your soul straight from your body, leaving your mind to scream in the endless dark until he finally swallows you whole.” I pulled my arm away. “Sounds cool.” “Cool?!” Marcus leaned over the third-floor railing. “Little girl, do you have any idea what happened to the last player who tried that? He didn’t even make it through the first night. The next morning, all they found was a human-shaped bloodstain on the floor!”

This was the punishment. At some point, green smoke crept in without warning. The temp plummeted. I shivered, and he slipped off his cloak, wrapping it around me. "Don't be afraid," he murmured. Afraid? Not even close. My perception glitch had me kind of... hyped. "They're back!" Mia yelled. "Grandpa and Grandma are back!" The door creaked open. Two shriveled elders shuffled in. Chat Feed went wild: [It's them. The revenants. Nobody survives past this.]

Isabella said and for the first time in this conversation, Sophia giggled to herself when she heard this because she knew in actuality that it was her that would ruin the genes of Ronnell due to her bad eyesight. Ronnell noticed this, she looked so fucking cute. Licking her tongue discreetly, wetting her lips in either lust or excitement. In a dark room, devoid of any sun rays or light, sat a man with blood dripping from his lips and eyes shining through the abyss. The clock ticked, a sound that seemed endless for one that couldn’t die. The relevance of time was lost on vampires because time is the one time they had an unlimited amount regardless of how much passes.

I forced my gaze away when he sat up and got off the bed. "I’ve ordered take out, I thought we could watch a movie together. What’s your preferred genre, princess? Romance, action or fantasy?" A movie and takeaway… alone... this felt too… "Horror. I love horror. The more gruesome, the better." I stated, walking right past him and out into the hall. If he was trying to set the mood for something, then I would destroy that mood. I smirked confidently, now this will be fun… -

She sends flaming balls to the Reapers and the monsters halted, shrieking. Serra breathed in surprise. A fire Badblood. The most powerful elemental, she remembered Maria said. They're powerful since the Reapers are afraid of the fire. They're next to the Inkurs but not quite since the Inkurs can kill the Reapers and other Badbloods cannot. Reapers are dimensional creatures and the power that can kill them must also be dimensional. Dozen of Reaper were in front of Leni now, their scarlet eyes were fixed on her with a deathly gaze, but Leni gave back the gaze to the monsters like she's challenging them. She grinned.

“Don’t worry about it, please. Just come to work early tomorrow, please?” She nodded slowly. “Okay. Let’s watch a horror film!” My eyes narrowed at her. “You like scary movies?” She grinned and nodded proudly at me. “Duh? Who doesn’t like scary films?” “W-well…” I shrugged and cleared my throat as I continued browsing on a random website. I cringe as gory film posters greeted my eyes after I clicked on the horror genre. Juno scooted closer to me, watching my moves like a curious cat. I glared at her before pushing the laptop back to her lap.

I take my food to the lounge to eat while watching TV. When I'm not dancing, I'm cooking and watching series. Mostly thriller and suspense. Believe me, I get scared, but thriller is better than horror. It's mostly blood and guns but with horror? You'll come across creatures that don't even exist yet feel real because of how scary they are. You'll believe there's a Darkasher somewhere out there.

"Are you mad? If you have a death wish, go do it yourself! Don't drag us all into it!" Some of them even gestured to attack me. Just then, however, a robotic voice came out of nowhere. [Welcome to the horror scenario, Call of the Sea. Please head towards Sea Village, find the village chief, and obtain the Villager's Code of Conduct.] At that moment, a man with an afro, who shall hereby be called Afro, who seemed very experienced with scenarios, breathed a sigh of relief. "Whoof, at least this is just an A-ranked mythological scenario. As long as we follow the rules, no one's going to die."