Cosmic Horror Story Novels & Stories

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.

The atmosphere of the world immediately changes the moment Cthulhu's soulless husk appears outside of the coast. The air felt heavier and the evil thought hidden within everyone's mind no matter how small was beginning to swell and from the thought, it quickly transformed into action. Everyone at the coastline suddenly screamed and laughed in madness and began killing each other. Everyone who saw The figure of Cthulhu's soulless husk began to descend into madness no matter who they were. Lovers killing each other, parents killing their children no matter whether they are old or young, healthy or sickly. They began to kill each other with the nearest weapon they could find.

his voice jerked me back to reality. "hmm can I get your order"I said trying to sound confident, his voice sent me to planet zecury,I don't even know if it exists. "Two pot pies and one smoothie" he said back, with his eyes fixed on me. For the first time I saw genuine admiration and not the usual look of lust I was used to.

“Were these any help, detective?” “I’m afraid not,” I said, defeated. I was in a bit of a daze after staring at projected newsprint on the dim screen. I leaned on the desk and looked around the building absentmindedly until my eyes finally settled on a small sign hanging on a table covered with a neat stack of books. “Warning: The Library is Not Responsible for Nightmares!” I read out loud, walking over to look at the books. Well-worn volumes with pink skulls grinning back at me from stickers on their spines. Dracula. Frankenstein. The Invisible Man.

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

Meteors struck the earth almost every hour, bringing immediate destruction in their wake. Fortunately, humans have developed force fields to deflect the meteors. But these didn't always work, especially on the outskirts of the city. Rose Cristian should've remembered that fact on her way to Zone 206, but she was too busy reining in her anger. Stomping on her rain-soaked boots, Rose could just see her destination in the dark of the night, her supernatural vision never failing her. The streets haven’t changed much either. Once she arrived, she punched her way into the pub, rattling the whole establishment with sheer force. She heard cursing as she stepped inside.

Strange and surreal creatures roamed this realm, and the heroes realized that they had entered a realm between realities—a place where the cosmic threat held sway. As they ventured deeper into this surreal landscape, they encountered manifestations of the cosmic threat itself. These entities, born from chaos and darkness, were formidable opponents, pushing the heroes to their limits. But with their unity and newfound abilities, the heroes faced each challenge head-on.

* The story is told from a single POV, and it doesn't change over the whole book. A trivia bit that blew me away: I picked the setting rather randomly, and later on, I found out I set my ghost story a stone-throw away from where Lovecraft set The Dunwich Horror and The Color Out of Space. Those coincidences I love about writing. Okay, enough gibberish. I'm just gonna breathe deep and hope for the best. Please let me know what you think with a rating, share and consider giving the story some gems! Any and all feedback is much appreciated!

"The Maw itself. It's not just a place. It's a consciousness. A void that feeds on despair, on forgotten hopes. It will try to break you. It will show you your greatest fears, your deepest regrets. It will whisper that your quest is futile, that all is lost." "So, like a regular Tuesday in Hell, but with more cosmic horror," Ava drawled, a sliver of her usual sarcasm cutting through the tension. "Got it. Psychological warfare, check. Monsters, check. Dying brother, double-check." She shot me a look that was half exasperation, half genuine anguish. "You better hold on, you dramatic bastard. I'm not dragging your corpse through a cosmic graveyard." "Not for lack of trying," I murmured, a faint

The Unraveler’s whisper turns sharp, furious, a snake’s hiss. "You SEE? They make you a jailer of horrors! They show you only the cost, never the NECESSITY!" Lies. Beautiful, poisonous lies. But the stain… oh gods, the stain remains. The cosmic horror isn’t just witnessed; it’s ingrained. The universe looks different now. Frayed. Thin. Like cheap cloth held over an infinite, hungry mouth. I see the potential for unmaking in the flicker of a candle flame, in the spaces between atoms. The Child’s truth was a brand.