Cosmic Horror Story Novels & Stories

“Every story fears its ending. But what if something exists that devours endings themselves?” 🌌 Reality screamed. Not metaphorically. Not emotionally. Literally. ⚡💥⚡ The sky split apart. Worlds trembled. Entire constellations vanished. ✨ The creature emerging from the black crack continued growing. Larger. Darker. More impossible. 🖤 Millions of empty eyes opened across its body. 👁️👁️👁️

Then, I heard the basement door click open, spilling a sliver of light down the stairs. I squeezed my eyes shut and covered my mouth, as though that could somehow quiet my breathing. Why had I even come down here in the first place? I knew this would be their first place to look. “Come out, come out, wherever you are...” Hans's voice, low and teasing, drifted down like molasses. I didn't move. The wardrobe was deep in shadow, but the basement was small. They'd find me eventually. Three sets of footsteps descended the stairs. The light from above stretched their shadows across the floor, huge and menacing, and I swallowed hard.

Not forcefully. Yet everyone heard it. The Third Silence looked around slowly. Studying the city. The sky. The statues. The tower. Then his gaze settled upon the Second Silence. His smile widened. "Brother." The Second Silence didn't respond. The Third Silence looked disappointed. "Still angry?" Cassian blinked. "Why does every cosmic horror know each other?" Nobody answered. The Third Silence laughed softly. Unlike the Second Silence's warm laughter. Unlike the First Silence's curious presence.

as a "Cosmic-Error." Elen, deep within the "Foundry-Core," felt the "Absolute-Cold" pressing against the Multiverse’s skin. This was not the cold of the North, which was merely a lack of heat; this was a "Conceptual-Freeze." The Silence was an "Anti-Narrative" that sought to "Level" all "Friction" into a flat, motionless "Nothing." It was the ultimate "Entropy," the end of the "Great-Story" where the ink simply refuses to flow.

The predator fragment shifts again. Closer. The pressure in the room increases slightly. Not overwhelming. But noticeable. Like gravity adjusting. It speaks again. Not just to me this time. To all of us. But the focus— Is still me. Ezra. The name echoes. Not a question. Not a call. A statement. Recognition. Matteo exhales slowly. “Okay… new rule. If the cosmic horror starts calling you by name, we leave.” I don’t move. I don’t respond.

*Author’s Note: Some facts that correlate with any religion or mythology have been bent and stretched for the purpose of this story. Fact and fiction index will be placed at the very end of the book* After what happened in the courthouse with all of the lights blowing out, I had to visit the underworld and figure out what happened and why it happened in the first place. Also, whatever it was, was it normal?

'She was walking on a busy street way back to her home. It was late evening yet it wasn't completely dark. To reach home as soon as possible she took a short cut that was abandoned for a while now due to some construction work going on. The ally was darker than the usual, she couldn't understand why in the would she chose such a creepy short cut? Yeah because if she was late the landlord may just ask her to find a new place to live? Sighing, walked ahead until she heard a creepy voice just behind her, she abruptly turned to see nothing. She was anything but calm, however, she thought it was just her imagination. She turned to walk forward when she saw a contour just an inch away from her. Sh

After two days of high temperatures and intense boredom, he remembered the three books. Sam pulled out the one with the Mummy on the cover, because it looked the most innocuous. It was entitled the Ninth Pan Book of Horror Stories. He wasn’t the least bit prepared for what he found inside. The first three stories involved emasculation, murder and burning at the stake. In his fevered state Sam felt he was not only watching the characters’ suffering, he was experiencing it along with them. He flung the book at the wall and then hid it again, wishing he could burn it like Jinnot, the young girl in the third story who was burned alive.

Joe goes up the 2nd floor with Jin but eventually is left alone when Jin climbs to the 3rd floor. Now alone, Penti frowns. He wasn’t afraid of being alone nor being in the dark but ever since he can remember, he’s always been sensitive to the things that normal people couldn’t see. When they approached this part of the suburbs, Penti’s sense started to go crazy. It told him that this place was bad news.

He heard his bones creak as he slowly suffocates; Phil screamed but only for a moment for, unfortunately, another tentacle made its way inside his mouth essentially gaging Phil. The tentacles proceeded to move closer to the flickering lights. Phil, with great difficulty, glanced at the light and what he saw horrified him. He glanced beyond the threshold of the lights, and now he knew why it was flickering. The lights were not light bulbs or any worldly material but in fact a glowing eye of a cosmic being. Phil shook his head as he did not want to die, tears streaming down his face as he passed the threshold and into the gaping maw of the cosmic being.