Cosmic Horror Story Novels & Stories

"Are you mad? If you have a death wish, go do it yourself! Don't drag us all into it!" Some of them even gestured to attack me. Just then, however, a robotic voice came out of nowhere. [Welcome to the horror scenario, Call of the Sea. Please head towards Sea Village, find the village chief, and obtain the Villager's Code of Conduct.] At that moment, a man with an afro, who shall hereby be called Afro, who seemed very experienced with scenarios, breathed a sigh of relief. "Whoof, at least this is just an A-ranked mythological scenario. As long as we follow the rules, no one's going to die."

Something… not from this world. He was not breaking into a fortress. He was about to knock on the door of a cosmic horror's forgotten prison. The game hadn't just changed. They had been playing on the wrong board, in the wrong universe, entirely.

She franticly tried to cover up as much of her exposed body parts as possible as she turned around. Two black silhouettes towered over her, and a red flicker lit up from a smoking cigarette. Then, a low rumbling growl vibrated through the air, and their soul-chilling eyes glowed in the night like burning coals from the pits of hell. "It's time to play, little human." a calm and unhurried voice spoke in the dark. Minnow could feel nothing but blind terror, and the fear sealed her throat. Suddenly they grabbed her legs, and she screamed out a guttural cry.

I don't take it likely with people that come close to what belongs to me. "Nooo! Ah!" The voice cried out as he was being thrown into a pit full of pythons and scorpions. All his body was swollen up and dribbling liquids. "Nooo, Ahhh!" Chris kept crying out from his dream. His body was all covered in blood. "Wake up, baby," Isabella called on to him and began shaking him. "Please wake up. What's happening to him?" She cried out when he wouldn't budge. "HE'S BEEN TAKING TO THE DARK REALM," the spirits of nature said.

And then it happened. Morpheus screamed. Not aloud. Not with sound. But with force. Like the dream itself was howling. Anton dropped to his knees, clutching his chest, and I rushed forward, but Mira was faster, steadying him, whispering something close to his ear. That’s when the shadow burst from his back. It wasn’t gore. It wasn’t light. It was... void. A slick, oily blackness that rose from his spine like smoke torn from flesh, stretching into the air with tendrils grasping for purchase, for another host.

Chapter 68 — The One Who Wanted to Be Alone “There should only be me.” The child smiled. Every light remained dead. No Genesis. No reality map. No systems. Only the First Door. Catherine. The family. And the small figure standing impossibly far away in Outside Reality. Lucas tightened his grip on Elena's hand. “That's bad.” Elias looked at him. “Your ability to summarize cosmic horror remains excellent.” The child took another step. Reality trembled.

Lucas had been gone for hours, leaving me to the not so careful ministrations of Magda. The wart nosed witch who I had clobbered over the head with a candlestick. She was hunched forwards with a permanent hunchback and cloudy milky white eyes signalling that her eyesight was diminished with cataracts. She almost looked like she had taken a step out of a Greek mythology book and was actually one of the fabled grey sisters, who determined all living creatures fate. Perhaps she was, all myths derived from elements of truth. Any second now she was going to pull out a pair of rusty old scissors and cut my life cord into two. I held back a giggle at the thought.

Cosmo gasped “m-my f-friends! My FAMILY!” He scooped up the slopping guts around him and let them splatter to the ground from between his fingers. He threw his head back and wailed. The heartbreaking misery echoed off the blood-soaked walls above him. The bodies hanging over the levels only stared at us, their liquified eyeballs crying onto the dead below. “I d-don’t want t-to live” Cosmo whined, before clutching at his ears “their screams won’t stop! Make them stop, please!”

Mason's insidious actions had awakened a primal terror, plunging the realm into darkness. The stories surrounding these deaths painted a macabre picture of savagery. It seemed as though the victims had met their demise at the hands of a beast, their necks brutally ravaged, as if drained of every drop of blood. The grotesque nature of the killings left witnesses traumatized, their minds struggling to comprehend the horror that unfolded before their eyes. The realm had become a haunted place, plagued by the specter of death at every turn.

It infuriated Cassy more—with the night that’s the homecoming of the ghosts and horrors. A wicked laugh itched to be out, instead, she scrutinized the height. The distance between her and the ground did not harrow her. It amazed her at how different she’s lurking around where the normal people might not even stare without a wave of nausea washing over them. An urge to smoke-filled her; she fetched a pack from the inside pocket of her dark blue jacket; ignited the flame, mumbling, “Every legendary story is a pent-up frustration of human beings to invoke fear in the minds of those whom they hate. Several against one or one against many.”