Chat Horror Novels & Stories

Too many horrors, too many paths. She turned to Kofi. “You said you’ve seen the dead walk. That wasn’t a story, was it?” His eyes met hers, and for once his usual swagger dimmed. “I’ve seen it, girl. A man I knew, eyes rolled white, bones twistin’ like a puppet. Voodoo. It kills, and worse, it keeps things walkin’ after they should stay buried. I swore I’d never stand near it again.” He puffed smoke, shaking his head. “Lucian wants to dig that grave; let him. He won’t like what he wakes.”

I know my capabilities and yet, someone died. I gently let go of Quinn’s body and let my body shiver. With my hands now covering my face, I let out a silent cry for a friend who never left my side until the end. “Did you see the one who did this?” I asked Rendall as I am looking around the forest. “I saw it ran,” Rendall slowly replied. “Where?” “Domlur.” I move my gaze to the path going to Domlur. I suddenly felt the urge to slash everything on my way, my eyes never felt clearer and my hatred for these werewolves becomes greater.

Me: Processing your weirdly personal observations about my alleged destructive tendencies. Private Room Service: Hit a nerve? Me: You wish. Private Room Service: I do wish. Nerves are interesting. What kind of psychological warfare bullshit is this? “Okay, that face,” Chantelle says, flopping onto my bed, “is definitely not family trauma. That’s sex-adjacent confusion.” “It’s not—” “Who are you texting? And don’t say ‘nobody’ because nobody doesn’t make you look like you’re solving quantum physics with your vagina.”

“You really need therapy, not a blog.” So much hate. So much mockery. Chloe almost clicked away. Almost. But then she noticed something odd. The last blog post was dated two years ago. The title was short. Ominous. “Do. Not. Sign.” Her heart sank as she clicked. “Vampires are real. Not the ones in books. The ones that blend in with us, but aren’t human. They feed on emotions, lust is their favorite. That’s how they get in. That’s how they hook you. They’ll offer you everything you ever wanted. Luxury. Love. Power. All for one thing: your soul. They don’t take it like the devil does in stories. They make you sign it away. If they ask you to sign a contract, don’t. You’re fine as long as you h

“Sa piling kasi ng mahal nila, doon nila nahahanap ang kanilang sarili.” “Ah…” “Blue…” “Hmm…” “May tanong pa ako sa’yo.” “Inatake na naman ang curiosity mo. Ako naman ang magtatanong sa’yo. Kung isasapeikula ang buhay natin, ano kaya ang magiging genre?” “Hmm… Romance?” “Mali.” “Eh ano?” “Horror. Ikaw ba naman may kasamang sleepwalker na tumatawa na parang mangkukulam gabi-gabi.”

His wrinkled face looked like it was crawling with countless wriggling worms. I shuddered and stepped back, whispering to Silvia, "Good thing I've got you. This place is terrifying." She snorted and suddenly shoved me forward, straight toward George. With an icy laugh, she said, "This pretty boy will make a great offering. You're going to love him." Before I could react, George gestured, and several eerie puppets stepped forward to pin me down and drain my blood. A sharp bell rang out, echoing through the night.

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He waited. And in the suffocating silence of his office, the longer he waited, the more his frayed nerves began to snap. Dr. Chatmory had worked in trauma for over a decade. He had dealt with hardened gang members, unhinged addicts, and dangerous criminals bleeding on his tables, but the werewolves scared the absolute fuck out of him. It was a primal, instinctual terror that settled deep in the marrow of his bones. Even Jax—who had always been relatively polite and paid in thick stacks of untraceable cash—scared the fuck out of him. There was just an ever-present, predatory weight to them that reminded Chatmory exactly where humans sat on the food chain.

Lucifer, your going to come up the middle with Hellraiser. Reaper and Bonez throw down the empty guns. "Set these bitches on fire." I say pointing to the SUVs. I cloak us all as we start setting fire to the SUVs parked around the clubhouse. Using their paranormal strength Reaper and Bonez push burning SUVs against all the exits. No one will get in and no one will get out. The horde is so caught up in the fight none of them realize their guns have been taken out. Their getaway cars are out of commission. And their exits have been blocked.

Sebastian commented. “Maniac? I’m not a maniac?!” Charlotte exclaimed. “What normal woman enjoys watching horror movies? I mean women like you like watching romance movies?” Charlotte barfed at the words ‘romance movies.’ “Eww, romance movies are so cringey. It basically has the same storyline unlike horror movies when you don’t know what comes next.” “You’re a sick psycho and you don’t even know it,” Sebastian said and flicked her forehead lightly. “Oh well, this sick psycho is your wife and you're stuck with her for eleven months; so you better get used to it,'' Charlotte retorted.