Cosmic Horror Story Novels & Stories

The one thing that has haunted me more than any other part of the whole, lamentable experience. As the Archons fell on McKendrick, a thick black mist sprang up beneath him, and swirled about his legs. It had the appearance of ink dropped into a glass of water, forming itself into viscous tendrils that ended in what appeared to be a cross between an infernal blossom and a tiny gaping mouth. As McKendrick screamed (dear God, let me forget those screams), the tendrils seemed to thicken and swell, as though they were glutting themselves, feasting on his terror and pain.

I was able to shout at them my teeth gritting together with the cold. The girl, Cassidy or whoever she was, moved towards my two servants Ana and Marissa, she stood over them as she motioned her hand to them as if she was choking them and I see them in pain coughing hard again and again their face turning blue as blood flowed out of their mouths. I was terrified. I can feel my heart beating so fast, I'm in a panic. I have to snap out of whatever spell or voodoo this is. Hannah? I told myself this cannot be. I must be dreaming. I closed my eyes trying to calm down while telling myself that this is not true this is just a dream. I breathe in and out. It suddenly felt very quiet. I can feel my

"Why don't you write those scary dreams into a story and submit it to the school's literary folio? People would go nuts if you made a story and put a note that said it was based on a true story." My friend Hazel was giving me ideas on how to maximize my time despite the situation I had with Rian. She was a close friend of mine, and she was helping me cope with my situation. Hazel and Pearl are my best friends in college, and we were now hanging out in the cafeteria as I explained to them my situation with Rian, the curse, and even the hallucinations and its effects.

Published by Audio Arcadia in 2016 were DarkFire at the Edge of Time, Farnsworth’s collection of visionary science fiction stories, Nightworld, A Novel of Virtual Reality, and two collections of stories, The Black Arts and Black Secrets. Jorge Arenas Born in 1986, I come from Rio Piedras Puerto Rico. Due to my family's military nature I traveled the United States a great deal and that's where I found my passion, urban legends. Studying these brought me to another subject, horror. As I threw myself into the genre I found worlds that mirrored our own and experiences that I could feel in my soul. The books, movies and video games became my go to since I was young, and they continue to entertain

In a while, Mickey broke the silence. “Know what? All this shit happening around us made me question my place here. The meaning of life and everything, you know?” He swiped sweat off his forehead. “I’ve been rereading a lot of cosmic horror lately. I’ve grown all too familiar with the loneliness of living on a floating rock shooting off the cosmos in an infinite universe that gets more infinite every second.” Isa furrowed her brows in confusion, “So, you’re saying?”

But now, she was going to lose him. Veronica cupped her chin between her hand, opening her mouth by force. Francesca tried to bite the demon's fingers, but paralysis had reached even her lips now. Coldness enveloped her and a heavy smell wafted in the air around them. Francesca screamed, but no sound came out. Veronica's grinning lips touched hers and she must have just imagined it, but as the demon pulled back, a white wisp of smoke was between them. Francesca's breath, her being, no, her soul, was being plucked out of her. A new wave of panic rose within her, but she was limbless and weak, and soon enough, she was gone.

Finally reaching the castle, the slaves and Natalia were surprised by the abundant amount of Orcs that there was going around, and also of other strange and terrifying monsters, such as the giant rock colossus, the scarecrows, living armors, and the ghosts, who were screaming in surprise, although this was their way of communicating. "T-This… What kind of place is this?" asked Natalia, as her lips trembled in fear, she didn't seem to think that this was that big of an upgrade from the Mindflayer's spaceship… Please make sure to check out my other novels, I am sure that you will like them! My World Traveling System: The Harbinger of Death: A Story about a young man who is suddenly struck by l

At least far more interesting than the story I heard yesterday at the antique auction, is this one, I thought. I became uneasy when he described how two werewolves broke their fated mate promise and unleashed a terrible calamity. The narrative was too visceral and realistic. Every time I hear the story, it seems to tighten my heart, so I don't want to listen to it anymore. It felt odd, as though I had also lived through the same narrative. She continued, "And it all began with the Grimoire." "Grimoire?" I asked, intrigued. This Grimoire seemed to be at the center of all the odd occurrences.

the cosmic voice echoed, sending shivers through the cosmic winds. With the cosmic threat looming, Richard and I faced the unknown cosmic adversary, our cosmic essence intertwined in a celestial dance that would either save or doom the cosmic realms. The cosmic confrontation awaited, and the cosmic tapestry of our destiny hung in the balance, poised to unravel with the cosmic forces at play.

The air grew thick with the scent of cosmic wrong. "Everyone, defensive positions!" Xander roared, his form swelling with primal power. But it was too late. The Void tore open the sky, pouring darkness into our reality. Not here in the valley, but several miles away – directly over the neighboring city. Through my enhanced senses, I felt thousands of human lives suddenly touched by cosmic horror. Screams echoed across dimensions as Void-spawn began manifesting in the streets. "We have to help them," I said, already reaching for my power.