Classic Horror Character Novels & Stories

Lim, however, lying motionlessly, with his forehead bleeding and the bruises on his neck, worsen. --------- Izzat squinted his eyes in wonder. What the heck is that ugly thing? He saw a creepy old lady suspiciously hovering around Lim, his classmate. The old lady's cackling laughter made Izzat feel goosebumps all over his body. Hah... Why is this college being haunted by something sinister? Why do the things he encountered here carry very dark energy and grievances? Most of the evil spirits here are really malicious, and their malevolence level is lethal. If those being at this level attacked humans, the consequence is deadly.

Lana’s brow furrows, “You speak of the four horsemen of the apocalypse? Are you saying my sisters are the horsemen? But they’re…men. Arent they? ” Clotho nods, “You’re thinking of the human’s biblical terms. Of course, the humans would make them all males. Zeus forbid that females be just as vicious as males.” she rolls her eyes, which would be so amusing if the situation wasn’t so dire. “However, the basic concept of the horsemen is the same. You are Abaddon, the destroyer, the antichrist. Whatever religious moniker you are labeled leads to you being the ender of worlds. Once the balance was restored, your true identity and your sisters’ souls would be mobilized.”

Sweat trickles from my forehead down to my neck, my eyes turn dry when I open them so widely as I watch the horrifying figure walk towards us. I grab Daniella’s arm and pull her close, nervously I whisper in her ear——expressionless skeletal face, long hooded cloak, gigantic scythe, “I-isn’t that the Grim Reaper!?” “Um-hmm.” calmly Daniella nods, it seems like she has some ideas about this figure too. Everybody knows who a Grim Reaper is, if someone doesn’t know about him, he collects souls! He is a personified force of death!

A figure emerged from the shadows, its form obscured by a cloak of darkness. It radiated an aura of malevolence and power, sending a chill through her bones. The figure approached, its eyes glowing with an intensity that froze Star in her tracks. It spoke in a voice that seemed to echo through the void, filled with a sinister tone that struck fear into her heart. It taunted her, mocking her powers and the light she represented.

All right, I will take revenge for you," said Lucifer calmly. He thundered his fingers, and Alfredo woke up startled. He did not even see Lucifer because his eyes were focused on Jonah, the deformed boy he had killed. Lucifer moved his hand to hit the wall and stood in front of him, poking his heart out. All this before the astonished look of Jonah. Jonah ran slowly, but with firm steps. He was very frightened by the ruthless murder he had witnessed. He had not strayed far from Alfredo's house when he heard footsteps behind him, followed by a thin but deafening voice that made his blood freeze, but he continued to run. "Where are we going?" Asked the voice, which came from a woman with brown

She once more felt the horrifying shiver right down her spine, as a twisted smile is drawn with the eyes that are threatening and only have the love and care for the lust to kill, while all along calling her name in a whispering way, saying. “Let me play with you, Chantal.” Somewhat her grave is already been dug and deeper than she could ever expect, and now she is within it and by any moment will be her burial. Her entire body froze, as she could not take away her eyes from the horror that is in front of her no matter how hard she tries to evade it. “All you have to do is say yes.”

She had told him about their scary and terrifying figures and their names. The one who was a tall and had gaunt figure with sunken eyes that glowed like smoldering coals was named Morgrath. Her black robes hung loosely around her skeletal frame, giving her an air of ethereal menace. Morgrath was a master of necromancy, capable of commanding the spirits of the departed to do her bidding. Seraphina had told him was said that she wore jewellery made out of the bones and cursed artifacts, which were remnants of her twisted experiments.

Usually, in a horror movie, the main character is the primary target of all the terrifying events that propel the story. In most cases, the main character survives or narrowly escapes but might end up being mentally deranged and damaged as a result of the horrifying, blood-curling events of the story. But in a few cases, the main character dies... And those few cases are not far-fetched, in fact, the possibility is extremely high. Now, which category does she fall under? A cold shiver ran down her spine as her mind settled for the latter. She shrugged it off and drew in several deep breaths to tamp down her frantic breathing.

In death, as in life, she was pure evil. And she was here, in the room with her. “Leave, dark spirit,”Mrs Feeney said,in an almost inaudible whisper, “You have no power in this home!” The spirit's unholy presence lowered the temperature in the room and made the atmosphere oppressive and dark. Every shadow seemed magnified in her proximity.The shadows, her guardians.They moved where she did, never leaving her side. What evil was this?Surely it had been human once, alive and breathing, but now, it was a parody of humanity, a force of utter filth, borne of hatred and malice.

she whispered, her voice cracking as she stumbled back, fear gnawing at her insides. The figure halted, his blackened eyes locking onto hers. For a brief moment, the familiar warmth flickered back in his expression, but it vanished just as quickly, replaced by the cold, soulless stare of the darkness. Sophia’s pulse quickened, her chest tightening as she tried to reconcile the image of her father with the creature before her.