Eerie Novelas e Histórias

She looked up again and saw that Yoren was staring at her without blinking. Eirene’s breath caught. Her heart beat faster. She could feel Yoren’s aura closer now, as if the room were closing in on her. She swallowed and, without realising it, lowered her gaze again. Eirene felt small—so small. Strangely, however, she was not afraid. Eirene could not name the feeling. It was neither anxiety nor relief. Her wolf soul whimpered softly, not because of danger, but because it sensed something unfamiliar: something both calming and unsettling.

A silent symphony of chaos. Low growls ripple through the air, deep and guttural, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. The haunting howl of wolves echoes through the streets. The spine-chilling screeches of vampires slicing through the silence. And the almost imperceptible hum of witches, their presence felt but never seen. The city is alive with the creatures of dark, a living, breathing entity, and we’re racing right through the heart of it all.

They came from every direction, growling and hissing, their movements erratic and unpredictable. I watched as Ethan shifted into action. There was no hesitation. He raised his hand, and the air seemed to hum with energy. A shockwave blasted outward, throwing several infected back and clearing a path for us to move forward. It was an impressive display of power—one that I had witnessed many times—but this time, there was something different about it. Ethan’s movements were more deliberate, more strained, and I could see it in his eyes. He was struggling.

“That’s why it’s called Veiled.” They entered the fog. The world shifted. Warm gold turned cool silver. The wind quieted. Luminous currents slowed. Everything felt… suspended. Seraphine grabbed Eryx’s arm. “This is creepy.” “It’s Lunaris,” he said. “It does that.” Rian whispered, “Are we dead?” “No,” Ianthe said. “You scream too much to be dead.” Rian whimpered. Alessia inhaled. The luminous air here vibrated differently—slow, viscous, like water under moonlight.

The feeling was unnerving, a chilling premonition that something wasn't right. In a quiet corner, near the old grandfather clock that had mysteriously stopped ticking weeks ago, Aurora paused. A shiver ran down her spine. From the shadows, a pair of eyes, dark and intense, watched her. They were hidden, masked by the darkness, yet their presence was undeniable, a palpable weight in the air. Aurora felt a sudden chill, a sense of dread that transcended the usual Dawnsville strangeness. The eyes were cold, devoid of emotion, yet they seemed to pierce through her, reading her very soul.

"The game difficulty has been upgraded. Only high-level ghosts may remain in Happy Home. Mid-level ghosts must evacuate the residential complex immediately." The fatal mechanical voice echoed throughout the entire building. "What?!" Nicole couldn't help but scream. Granny Rosa was the only high-level ghost they could currently access. Without her as a messenger, they would all die here without question. My father and brother's expressions flickered with panic as they paced back and forth, unable to find a way out.

his voice jerked me back to reality. "hmm can I get your order"I said trying to sound confident, his voice sent me to planet zecury,I don't even know if it exists. "Two pot pies and one smoothie" he said back, with his eyes fixed on me. For the first time I saw genuine admiration and not the usual look of lust I was used to.

Always with my bad luck. I turned to look to the right and realized that I was being studied by a group of young people who, were across the road. I tried to ignore them, but it wasn't easy, I hated being the subject of study of that kind of group. I turned to look to my left and took the scare of my life when I saw Ezra standing next to me. Was he a ghost? "Hello Kim, is something wrong?" He asked worried about my expression. When I heard him speak I knew he was not a ghost. Try to regain composure.

"A scuff mark?" She rubbed her right index finger beside the sculpture base to confirm her suspicion. Her eyes glinted as a snicker forms on her lips. "I'm good at proving people wrong and that includes myself." So she dragged the sculpture back in place and she heard a loud thud as the ground rumbled. When she looked back at the bookshelf, it was already rolling to the left side then a staircase appeared. Half of it was lit up by yellow lights while the other half was hidden in darkness. Tingling her imagination to what lies ahead, the moment she steps in. Though it was too late, she already found herself descending the stairs. That led her into another room made of wooden tiles. A decent l

Dried up grass and broken tombstones cover the landscape from as far as the eye can see. The sound of the howling wind could easily be mistaken as the groans and moans of the dead that slumber below the dense soil. Bats screech as they fly past the pale moon that hides behind passing gray clouds. Their screeching adding to the already eerie atmosphere. "I think it's a vampire," Ri says as we walk along the dusty pathway of the graveyard. "What if it's dead people."