Extreme Horror Novels & Stories

The deafening silence only intensifies his fear, leaving him with a sinking feeling that something truly horrific has occurred. Richard took his step after standing paralyzed for so long, one step at a time, slowly. And as his feet move, the scene before his eyes gets much more horrifying. The furniture is overturned, the walls are splattered with blood, and a chilling breeze sends shivers down his spine. His heart races as he realizes that he is not alone in this house, and the unknown presence lurking in the shadows only fuels his terror.

At first, the only thing I see is a figure in black with red eyes glowing at me. Eventually, I see an old woman with her head bent down climbing on top of me as she pulls the sheets completely off the bed. I’m so scared, but I can’t do anything. I can’t move or speak, just find myself staring at her helplessly. Waiting for what she is going to do next.

he taunted as he began to unzip his pants. The realization that this was about what was about to happen sank into my bones and I shivered in horror. I shut my eyes and took a deep breath. I might not be able to stop this but I was sure not going to give up. I looked deep in his eyes and screamed bloody murder. As I screamed I felt a warmth roll over me and a bright light shot everywhere. Nick froze and then blood began to pour from his ears and nose.

That man died the second my mate screamed through that screen. I am what you birth when you break something sacred. This is the part where the devil prays I never catch up. Because horror thrives at night. And I just became its fucking god. You think you've seen rage? No. Rage is a cracked mirror. This? This is a void. A nuclear core. A storm without mercy. You want to know what I see? I see red. Kex... I won't kill him. I'll redefine him. He'll beg for death and scream so loud, the dead will cover their ears.

I open my eyes but I'm no longer in the office. I see flashes of an old house... Basement... And...And... A girl.... Blood... there's blood on her.... Eyes... Black eyes are watching me while white fangs sink into her neck. I scream in horror. Please stop!!! The scene changes again. I'm on my back. The black eyed man is saying something then he disappears... A wave of fire engulfs my body... I scream in agony as loud as my lungs will allow. Seb Pov

Misha is standing in the middle of that oblivion, with her sweat drips from her forehead and the dark, full of mystery, yet holding the death and sin of the underworld starting to play into one musical piece. “DRIP, DRIP, DRIP. JUST HOW LOVELY WOULD THEIR DECAPITATED HEAD, TORN FLESH, AND EYES WIDE SHOUT OPEN WILL APPEAR IN THE BROAD DAYLIGHT?” From her fast-beating heart and the warnings that she needed to confirm. With quite shivering hands and cold turn sweat, she slowly removes her glasses as the horror greeted her. A CURSE TO DIE! DIE! AND BETTER YET STILL DIE!

I was hysterical when Hamdan even brought the object closer to me. "Aaaaaa!" I screamed loudly as her hair touched my thigh. "Don't Hamdan, let go. Let him go!" I screamed louder when Hamdan put it on my thigh. I looked into his eyes glaring at me. I suddenly felt dizzy. Honestly, I can not meet this one creature. It would be better if I met the top class mafias than having to see this thing. I'm still traumatized when I watch Chucky's latest horror film series which was released last month. If you don't know, just try looking for a horror doll movie with that title. Enough, I can't do anything. “Ahahahahahaha, I'm so scared Evan. You bastard.”

Paralyzed by terror, Marisol tries to scream, but her voice betrays her. The creature's approach was relentless, closing the distance with a menacing determination. As it drew nearer, so did the distorted features of its nightmarish visage grew clearer, etching an indelible horror into her consciousness.

Guests screamed at the horrific sight and scattered, chaos erupting everywhere. Bahira’s body sprouted black, sharp bristles. Huge, hairy limbs began to burst out of her—like a spider’s, but tipped with metal points. With each emerging leg, there was a horrifying creak and a thunderous удар as it slammed deep into the ground, tearing the earth apart. Her body rapidly deformed and reshaped.

“Let’s go! Let’s watch it!” Sidney placed the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table then sat on the couch with Adam and Cameron. She gathered the remotes and navigated to the movie. Cameron practically vibrated on the cushion as she pressed Play. Sidney smiled to herself, drawing her laptop onto her knees. As the opening credits reflected in Cameron’s wide eyes, she brought her fingertips to the keys. The Horror of Real Life Life is like standing on a frozen steam. It may seem solid, but there is always something flowing and threatening underneath. Horror is that current under it all.