Eerie Novels & Stories

One girl and one boy, smiles on their faces as they both let the wind sway their swings. An image of a girl with long, red, wavy hair flashed before my eyes and smiled at me, very tender and sweet like it would end my immortality. Then she collapsed into the floor. The vision went black. I couldn't see anything... it was dark... yet there were whispers. "It's her..." "Puoi permetterti di perderla?" "Take her..." "Sarà la tua morte..." I opened my eyes and sat down. My hands were shaking and I was having a hard time catching my breath due to shock. Fucking dream! No. It was a nightmare!

Elijah threatens, his nostrils flaring as his breathing quickens from the sudden kick-start of adrenaline, causing Jackson to fill with sparking panic quickly. Before Elijah can act on his words, the calling of a faint defence air siren echoes within the still air, hauntingly breached the garden as it sounded somewhere within the near distance. Before long, the sinister wail begins to fill the air, the persistent undulating wail somehow bringing on a hideous sense of foreboding as it lingers around us. With Elijah’s attention stripped away from his cousin, his head lifts upwards as he focuses on the chilling call breaching the silence of the brewing eve.

Alex looked Bellamy square in the eyes. Bellamy frowned, “How did you know?” “Well, I can read your mind, also it’s pretty obvious you’d want to know why a demon would help a witch.” A grimace formed on Bellamy’s face, “Gross,” he muttered under his breath. Thea rubbed her thumb over Bellamy’s knuckles as she leant against him. His shoulders relaxed as he felt his anxieties start to dissipate.

A sense of unease permeated the air as if the very stones themselves whispered of long-lost secrets and ancient curses. Polished ebony coffins lined the walls, each adorned with intricate carvings depicting scenes of darkness and death. Gargoyles leered down from their perches high above, their stone eyes seemingly tracking every movement with an eerie intensity. Sinister whispers reverberated through the dark corridors, and the cold touch of fear lingered in the air, warning all who dared to intrude upon this unholy sanctuary.

The corners of their lips curl to reveal their canines and their nostrils flare wide. Okay, Fer, I mindlink my wolf, You're up. I close my eyes and grit my teeth against the pain of the transformation. And then it's done and everything smells even more wrong with Fer's sharp senses. I remember the forest smells being full of life. Damp earth that smelled rich with earthworms after the rain. Or the bitter tang of sticky sap. The sharp tickle of pine needles or the sweet bite of the drying pine cones. It's still there. But now I scent something else beneath it. Decay but not the natural decay of the forest floor. An unnatural decay. Something is dying here or has died here that should not have

As they stepped into the cool, damp air of the night, the rain had transformed into a light drizzle, misting the surroundings in a haze. The world outside felt lush and alive, yet ominous with an undercurrent of uncertainty. George led the way, Elora and Maya close behind, each step bringing them closer to a sanctuary that felt both like a refuge and a line crossed. "Stay close," George advised, casting a watchful glance over his shoulder. "We don't know who might be watching."

Intoxicated by it as it gets stronger and stronger. Iselyn laughs and yanks on my neck again, slowing me down and pulling me out of my daze. I continue walking, letting the scents blowing past me in the breeze guide me. The faint smell of gasoline leans to the east, but the lemony and minty cedar wood is dead ahead.

The building was still as cold as they remembered. The corridors were silent to death. Dim lights add to the chillness of the walls. A certain odour lingered in the dark holes in the walls. It was a castle. But it seemed like nobody lived in it. A faint hint of blood entered Max's nostrils and he held his breath. It burnt his inside.

The silence after the screech was absolute. The only light was the faint, sickly glow from the elevator shaft, where the coalescing code pulsed like a diseased heart. The air itself felt charged, thick with a malevolent static. Eleanor’s breath was a shallow rasp in the dark. “Reaper,” she whispered, the word dripping with a dread I’d never thought her capable of. “She’s not just pruning. She’s scorching the earth.”

A team of fully armed MoonCrown border guards fans out around us, keeping their footfalls quiet while staying on high alert. Inside my head, Erix is pacing back and forth with a terrifying intensity. He isn't just listening to the wind or looking for broken twigs. His supernatural presence is locked onto the blood pull in our veins. That invisible thread connecting me to my newborn pup is humming like a tight wire, vibrating with a dull, agonizing ache right in the center of my chest.