Eerie Novels & Stories

Especially if that friend is Tyrone Carmello. Our silence is interrupted by the sound of a twig breaking. Ty and I turn to see who the person is. It's a man, a very strange man. He's dressed in a black suit and he's wearing a hat and glasses, and I'm not getting any scent from him. Vampire! My instincts tell me.

It met my stare with its own pitch-black beady eyes and leaned in close until I could feel it's cold breath on my face. With a voice that resonated in my mind like nails on a chalkboard, it whispered: "You should be." It lunged at me with a gaping mouth as the lights flickered off. I let out an ear-piercing shriek and raised my hands in front of my face. "Yes," it hissed, letting out a chuckle, "summon him for me. I want your dismembered and mangled body to be the last thing he sees." I barely registered what it was saying as I fought to get away. Its grip around my neck only tightened as I did so.

Lanie The world rematerialized as a barren wasteland before me. Canyons and pits were filled with torture devices. Cries of pain filled the air, making my whole body shudder. I could see black hooded creatures, horned demons, and tortured souls dotting the landscape. There were lava pits, spikes, and spires with bodies strapped onto them being stabbed repeatedly.

The scent of decay filled the air, thick and pungent, as though death itself had taken root in this place. Veyra's eyes narrowed as she took in the sight. In the distance, she could make out shapes—dark figures moving in unnatural unison. The sound of their footsteps was like a soft thud, steady and relentless, a rhythm that felt far too coordinated for a mindless horde. She stepped closer, drawn to the source of the movement, her heart thudding in her chest.

“He just... is.” ​Hestia crawled out from behind a row of glowing lilies, her face a mask of scientific terror. She approached us with trembling hands, her eyes fixed on the baby. “Nora, the electronic interference... it’s not coming from a pulse. It’s coming from him. He’s a walking dead-zone. He’s broadcasting a localized reality-stutter.”

The light illuminated the space, full of old objects and stacked boxes. As she walked, a loose floorboard creaked beneath her feet. She bent down to see what it was and, with some effort, lifted the board. She found an old book, covered in dust, with a leather cover filled with drawings of supernatural creatures. Scarlett’s heart began to race; something about the book drew her in, as if it held secrets waiting to be discovered.

The air was still cold, the temperature having dropped significantly due to the Echo Wraith. The Echo Wraith is a haunting presence within the Cavern of Eternal Echoes, a place known for its labyrinthine complexity and the disturbing resonance of every sound. It glides silently through the caverns, leaving behind a trail of maddening echoes. These echoes are warped, amplified distortions that play on the deepest insecurities and fears of those who hear them. They take on the voices of the damned, whispering hidden regrets and unconfessed sins, often blending them with a cacophony of falsehoods to disorient and unsettle their victims.

The moonlight cast an eerie glow through the thick trees of the forest, sending dark shadows across the ground. Alexa stood still among the tall trunks, the air heavy with an uncomfortable silence. The darkness seemed to swallow all sounds, leaving only the echo of her own footsteps on the damp earth. A cold breeze stirred the leaves, and suddenly, a voice broke the silence, calling out for Valle. A shiver ran down Alexa's spine. Valle's voice was filled with panic, reaching her ears. "Alexa!"

I asked wrinkling my nose, “Cal’s right, I am an alien.” “You are not an alien.” Hunter laughed. “So not everyone can see this, aura?” “Humans can’t see it,” Hunter said. “Humans?” I said, “What are we?” “We are…” He thought for a minute, “There’s not a particular name we call ourselves. The elder refers to us as the elementals. But that doesn’t describe us very well. The Delazar’s call us reapers.” “Why reapers?” I asked. “What are reapers to you?” He stroked my hand with his thumb.

Xavier*** The winds howl around us, their mournful cries carrying the cold scent of decay, mingling with the sharp tang of ozone in the air. The meadow that once felt like home trembles beneath the weight of something dark, something ancient returning. The earth cracks beneath our feet, the soil splitting as if it, too, can feel the shadows coming. The abyss is back. But this time, it feels different—more alive, more potent. The very land seems to shrink from it, as though the darkness is consuming everything in its path.