روايات وقصص ضمن Female Horror Monsters

The people of the night do not know if that is true, but it is one thing to believe it or not to live under such a cruel reality. When they first appeared, they scared the living shit out of everyone. They were large and thin and possessed all the appearances of the undead that plagued humans. But when they went to sleep, they turned into hideous demons -- some bigger than others, with sharp fangs, bat wings, or glowing green eyes. It was a horrible sight and one that no sane man wanted to see. So the fear became known as the "Night Monsters," and everyone began to hide away from them whenever they could.

They emerge from a hole in the ground, a dark and menacing opening that seems to be the very gate to the underworld. The Drider, an equally terrifying entity, accompanies them. Its appearance is a grotesque blend of spider and humanoid, with a body covered in dark hair and long, sharp legs that creak with every movement. Its eyes, a bloody red, reflect pure malice and an insatiable thirst for power. Together, Drider and the Skinning of the mind are the embodiment of horror, a sight that could chill the bravest of souls to the bone.

I’m shocked when the door on that room bang opens. I heard my mother screaming to stop someone I didn’t see. I peeked through the small hole in the cabinet to see what is happening outside. My eyes widened when I saw how they kill my mother using their fangs and talons. They are hairy, with red eyes, fierce fangs, and large bodies of monsters. My world stops when I saw my mother was bathing in her blood to the floor. I feel weak at what I witnessed. I was even more surprised that the two monsters have become human beings. I saw one of them approached the cabinet where I was hiding, and it surprised me when he opened it. He was smiling at me.

“Exactly, some groups have experienced more hardship than others. This happened in their backyards, literally, for many of them. When they stopped the events from happening. Gods, I wasn’t there but had it described to me. How do I describe this? Fine, it was like a horror movie. Some of them recognized body parts and saw what happened to their victims.” “How many victims as you call it were there?” “There’s no way to tell. For us, it might take years to find out and we’ll never have an accurate number. As for your people? We do not know and don’t have the evidence to find out. I saw the faces of the people that came back and I don’t think any of them were emotionally or mentally unaffected

“The room was enveloped in darkness, there was a sound of droplets hitting the ground, the room smelled like a rotting corpse. There was a tapping on the door like someone was baning in morse code. The sound stopped when a large metal door opened a monster showed up. There was a pounding against the wall and one of the lights flickered on, the light brightened the room. But the people in the room were better off not knowing who put them there, the monster walked closer to the people chained and shackled against the wall. They kept screaming why are you doing this to me?'' Let me out. I have a family. Please do not do this to me. The Monster did not say anything to the man he just walked over

In the movies I have watched, parties always look fun. Suddenly I can feel that we are being watched or rather I am being watched. And there they are, the Rosemont sisters standing before us. They each have their trays with them and unlike Ella, Phoebe and I they aren't wearing boots but rather matching red bottom heels. Everything about them is matching really. Well except for the color of their hair but the length of it is the same which is very long by the way. It's almost creepy how everyone about them is the same but I guess that's why everyone calls them the Rosemont weirdos.

She was probably angry that I didn't want to leave minutes before; her grip around my mouth was too tight. You know who was screaming, though? Tia Valeria. The rest of her House was screaming and crying and most likely knew that they were going to suffer a similar fate. 'Monsters' was the only word I knew to think of them as, given I had never seen or heard of anything like them. The way that man contorted his body was horror. Pure horror. And so, it was only fitting to describe these humanoid beings with bright eyes and superhuman abilities as monsters.

“I didn’t get the chance to thank you.” Her breath shook. “Thank me? You kissed me without my permission,” she whispered. “You scared me. And now—now you’re here? Why? What do you want from me?” The corner of his mouth tilted, almost amused. “So you know who I am.” “You’re Adriano Greco,” she said, her voice trembling. “The monster people talk about.” He took another step closer. “Monster?” he repeated softly. “That’s what they call me?”

His wrinkled face looked like it was crawling with countless wriggling worms. I shuddered and stepped back, whispering to Silvia, "Good thing I've got you. This place is terrifying." She snorted and suddenly shoved me forward, straight toward George. With an icy laugh, she said, "This pretty boy will make a great offering. You're going to love him." Before I could react, George gestured, and several eerie puppets stepped forward to pin me down and drain my blood. A sharp bell rang out, echoing through the night.

He began using the half-octopus as a weapon to fight the other monsters coming at him before the octopus turned into black dust and withered away. He quickly turned his head toward me. "Luna, are you oka—?" Before he could finish, another monster was coming at me from behind. He pushed me aside and went for it. Oh God, I can't keep standing here like a fool and let what happened to Elder Borek happen to Fred too. It was obvious these monsters wouldn't stop showing up until someone died, but if we could do something to defeat them, they would leave. Before making my research, I read that monsters were scared of light, so they hid in a forest that was void of sunlight, the Black Forest. If I c