Desert Places A Novel Of Terror Novels & Stories

For a moment, she fought the sensation, but then she gave in, letting it pull her deeper into the shadows of the world Nyros had created. When the world came into focus again, she was no longer in the comfort of her camp or surrounded by the familiar faces of her mates. Instead, she stood at the edge of a bleak and desolate landscape. There was no sky here, only a perpetual twilight, an endless stretch of empty land where nothing could grow. The ground was littered with broken bones, discarded remnants of lives long lost. The scent of decay filled the air, thick and pungent, as though death itself had taken root in this place.

Immortal Desire - vampire, werewolf, witch - a fantasy-based story with dark romance and erotica (you can take a peek at this if it suits your genre taste) - completed 2. Midnight Feast -werewolf - this is a little dark. I don't know how to say it. See for yourself (I like this so much) -new book/on-going 3. The Deserted Wife -TDB book 2 -Romance/drama -new book/on-going

Biya just drifted into a deep slumber a while earlier when she woke up abruptly after seeing a horrible nightmare. As she put her hand on her heart, it was beating fast. Her face was all sweaty. She runs her eyes in the surroundings and finds herself in her room. She just had a bad dream. She saw that she was running barefoot in the scorching hot desert. There was not an indication of a single person till very far. A deep silence and an abandoned place, this is what she sees everywhere. And she feels she will lose her sanity in this eerie silence.

Chapter 50: The Gobi Ghost The Gobi Desert was not just a desert; it was a landscape of frozen dunes and howling, mournful winds that sounded like the collective, tortured screams of everyone the Dividend had ever broken, experimented on, or discarded. It was a vast, unforgiving graveyard of salt and silicon. Deep beneath those shifting sands lay a relic of the Cold War—an abandoned Soviet research bunker that Julian had repurposed into a digital tomb, a womb for his own dark rebirth.

"There is something in this desert that does not want us to take this book out of the desert. It is obvious that this book is cursed; lots of people have lost their lives because of this book. Therefore, it will follow the negative powers." Lord Yong quickly took out a talisman from his bag and stuck it on the book to save it from the ungodly energies. They continued walking to get out of the desert. At night, the coldness of the desert was becoming unbearable. They all started to shiver in no time. As they were about to reach the end of the desert, the ground started to steep abruptly. They all stopped then and there. They were helplessly seeing the steeping of the ground, in a few seconds

She closed her eyes and pulled herself to sleep. She was crucified in a field of dry leaves surrounded by dead trees. Then, two heads of the dragon approached and wrapped around her. She slowly lost space to breathe as the air got humid. The two dragons started biting each other until they breathed fire. She felt like being burnt alive. “Haaaaa!” she gasped for air when her eyes opened. “That damn dragon again.” She uttered while wiping the cold sweat on her face down to her neck. Julia jumped out of her bed and went to the kitchen. She walked like a ninja; no sounds aside from her breathing. She did not bother to turn on the lights and was lucky enough to reach the fridge without making a n

He did not notice me stumbling behind him. Nestled in his arms, Cherry looked over his shoulder at me. Her eyes were filled with a mix of pity and mockery. When they exited the haunted house, Evan set Cherry down and turned to look back inside. I dragged myself out of the darkness, agonizing step by agonizing step. My body had reached its limit. My legs gave way. Pain wracked every inch of me. Just as I crossed the threshold, everything went black. “Ana!” Before the darkness swallowed me, I saw Evan sprint toward me. There was panic and concern written all over his face.

Everything now seemed a trap, a sinister game orchestrated by unseen hands. With every heartbeat, she thought she heard ghostly footsteps approaching her walls. She clutched the blanket to her chest like a child clutching a comforting toy, but the terror was greater than any blanket, thicker than any wall. Her eyes leaped to the table, where the book still lay. Its dark cover glinted faintly under a sliver of moonlight, as if it were watching her, as if its earlier fall had been a message, not an accident.

The need to get away before daylight was a pressing one. * Lucien He signalled to his group and at once, they inched forward, cautiously, led by Lucien himself and Beston. The building ahead was mostly shrouded in darkness. The walls they could see were most likely electrified fences, he reckoned. It was cold in the desert and the wind howled. The Desert of Souls he thought grimly. Yes, there was a yearning, a sorrow that seemed to grip them all, a yawning sadness that seeped in from the earth into his soul.

The grains of sand, like tiny shards of glass, embedded themselves into his skin, while many clung to his face as he lay face down in it. Summoning every ounce of strength he had left, Lucian slowly lifted his head, squinting against the blistering sunlight. The desert stretched out endlessly before him, a barren and desolate landscape devoid of any signs of life. The golden dunes undulated like waves in a sea of sand, and the silence of the desert was broken only by the occasional whisper of the wind, carrying with it the haunting echoes of his displacement. Exhaustion overwhelmed him, and with a final gasp, his face sank back into the hot desert sand as darkness claimed him, offering a tem