Cosmic Horror Story Novels & Stories

Jaxon asked, a playful glint in his eyes as he caught a whiff of Mike’s scent. “Humans will believe just about anything if it means they can save themselves or someone dear to them.” The hallway was enshrouded with suffocating dark smoke, thick and swirling like a living being. It had never seemed threatening before, but now Mike could feel its sinister presence wrapping around him as if it were the very reason they were trapped in this haunted mansion. He recalled the smoke's presence when they first saw Zane and Jaxon, how it had coalesced into their grotesque wings. With a sinking heart, he understood that he and Gem had been foolish to believe they could escape the Sex Demons.

“What are you waiting for? Do you need a bedtime story?” I chew back a smile. Settle against the headrest. “Why? Do you have any?” “Me?” “No— Weres. Us, I guess.” “Sure, but they’re bleak. Humans and Vampyres coming for us if we nip our teachers too hard. The gods of nature toying with their beastly children. Cosmic horror— that kind of shit.” “Wow. Do children like them?” “I didn’t. Had nightmares about them for years.” I nod slowly. “That explains it.”

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

Now imagine what you can do to me if I dare argue with you. ‘You know I will never hurt you Billy, I love you.’ ‘Bye Petunia.’ With that, he left. I knew that not only will loneliness and darkness will be my refuge that night, but I was going to be haunted by all of my sins. I lived every day, haunted by the look Naledi gave me before she died, now all I could see was Anna’s wriggling feet, my strong grip on her mouth and the cold eyes I regained consciousness to. The way Billy looked at me didn’t sit well with me. He looked at me with disgust but mostly fear. The guy that I thought to be my everything, feared me. I was a monster like Anna had said. Why else would the person who sent me to k

“The source of contradiction. The breaker of cosmic law. Time to reconcile your existence back to nothing.” Alistair shifts into his black wolf and charges at an entity made of conflicting realities. And I run toward the Border, toward the cosmic horror that almost killed me once, because it’s the only place that might keep me alive now. Behind me I hear Alistair fighting and the Reconciliation laughing and reality itself screaming. And ahead of me is the Void, waiting to swallow me whole or hide me forever. I don’t know which.

A mad laughter that echoed in every corner. Megha screamed. The upside-down man detached himself from the wall— Dropped to the floor. No sound of breaking bones. He rose slowly. Neck twisted sideways. Fingers long. Unnaturally long. Not human. He moved toward us. We pulled at the door. The lock wasn’t outside. It was inside. Placed by something unseen. Scratches deepened. As if hundreds of hands were clawing the walls. He came closer. Fingers trembling in the air, reaching for our faces—

Before anyone can answer The Fifth Presence suddenly whispers: “I do not know how to be alone anymore.” Silence crashes through existence. Then suddenly Something tears open beyond reality itself Not from emotion. Not from evolution. From outside existence entirely Every cosmic entity reacts instantly in horror. The system recoils. The First Silence’s heartbeat spikes violently. The Hollow’s darkness shatters outward. The presence beside me goes pale. Because this fear is different Ancient. Primal. Theodore’s voice drops to a whisper “…What now?” Far beyond the galaxies

"As your fiancé, I promise... I'll fix you right up." ... [Nightmare Scenario: Midnight Manor... Activated] [Survival Time: Seven Days] [Current Players: 40/40] [Death is Eternal Oblivion. Have Fun.] A robotic female voice echoed in the void. It sounded cheerful. It was terrifying. I blinked. I was standing in front of a huge Gothic manor. Black spires clawed at the gloomy sky. Gargoyles with twisted, screaming faces crouched on every corner. Their eyes glowed an ominous red.

The cosmic roar echoing inside Gina’s mind wasn’t just a sound; it was a physical force that shattered her mental barriers like cheap glass. For a terrifying, suspended second, she wasn't standing in the blood-soaked courtyard of the Nightfang pack house. She was floating in a vast, suffocating void, staring at the northern horizon of the spirit plane where the sky was literally cracking open. Two massive, skeletal hands made of starlight and cosmic dust were gripping the edges of the reality rift, pulling a monstrous, ancient entity into existence.

The red-clad female ghost had once slaughtered an entire room of players in three seconds, then hung their corpses upside down from tree branches with red silk, creating a forest of dangling bodies. The Scissorhands monster had skewered more than a dozen people together, stirring their organs with his blades until they dissolved into a pile of flesh. As for the warden, he locked each team inside separate rooms and released over a dozen ghosts among them, forcing them to betray one another in desperate attempts to survive. In the end, every single one of the players was torn to pieces. All the players knew was that the bosses' methods were monstrously cruel. What they didn't know was that tho