First Horror Novels & Stories

No matter how hard things got, she, Geraldina Veraldina would always complete her missions. However the next minute she felt her resolve falter. This world… this supposedly normal world was… was a horror genre?! On top of being an unplotted world where anything could happen, it just happened to be a horror story?! “Zero tell me, who the heck did I offend? Is it Jackson? Why a horror genre, am fucking scared of ghosts for damn sake. It’s not even a slasher but pure horror with monsters and sorcerers. What the heck?!”

For the first time… Umbraeth stumbled. And bled. All the gods and goddesses in the heavens held their breath. On Earth, the balance shifted. The air rippled with heat, smoke, and raw energy. Cracks began to splinter across the stone floor beneath Umbraeth’s form, his inky mass now flickering, unstable. The echo of each strike—fire, magic, shadow, spirit—left him reeling. For the first time, he screamed. Not in triumph. In fear.

What if that's the case and she can't make her way back? No way!! And even if she decides to turn on her heels and scamper off for her safety, she had the foggiest idea of the directions she took in coming down here. She may not be able to trace her way back. Now, it's strangely looking like a horror movie! The gloomy weather and eerily silent and dark forest, plus the blackbirds screaming creepily, contributed to the total makeup of a horror movie. And she is the main character. Usually, in a horror movie, the main character is the primary target of all the terrifying events that propel the story.

Soon, he tripped and fell clumsily on the rough path, his knees and hands stung with a sharp pain from where he fell as he scrambled in panic attempting to stand up. He hurriedly stood up, not minding the pain as he continued running away from the unknown danger which was quickly gaining on him. He felt the rush of a wind as a figure went past him stopping and turned to face him. Getting scared, he moved backwards. But the figure in front of him stretched out a bony hand reaching out to him. He wanted to run but he felt like he was paralyzed to the ground, spellbound by the terror that held him, fear taking over him as his soul was chilled at the sight of the horrific face in front of him.

Angrier. But it was too late. Too slow. I could feel it. Their fear. Their unraveling. And beneath it all the Forge began to make a groaning sound. Like something buried deep beneath was awakening. We reached the tower. My claws tore through the doors. We stormed inside and then came the scream again. A sound that shattered bone and split stone. The Howling Horror. Another one. It was close. And it was coming. I turned toward the others, and even they looked rattled—those who’d faced horrors before now shaking with invisible dread.

A shadow. A face. Thousands of forms overlapping one another. As though reality couldn't decide what it was seeing. As though the creature itself existed beyond form. Beyond definition. Beyond understanding. The Hunter moved aside. Not out of fear. Out of respect. The gesture shocked everyone. Because if the Hunter respected this thing— Then it was older. Stronger. Far more dangerous. The First Human lowered his head. "The Devourer." The title spread through the network. Millions felt immediate terror.

Franklin who was possessed by the devil gripped the knife in his hand tightly with a terrifying look. There was something he couldn't control inside him that wanted to hurt his wife, Maria. The honeymoon night, which was supposed to be a happy one for the newlyweds, turned into a disaster. The lightning that flashed in the sky and the heavy rain that drenched the ground made the atmosphere even more tense. Maria, who realized that her life was in danger, immediately ran up to the second floor. She went into the room and locked the door.

This is exactly how people get themselves into trouble in horror movies—by asking questions they don’t really want the answers to. The silence that follows is more unnerving than any response could have been. I’m on high alert now, every nerve in my body buzzing with fear as I start walking again, faster this time. The path narrows as I go deeper into the woods, the trees growing closer together, their branches reaching out like skeletal hands. Then I see him. A figure, tall and imposing, standing in the middle of the path ahead, barely visible in the fading light.

Beyond the movie, watched her react is entertainment enough, though I didn’t want her to realized my impression of her. “Instead of covering your eyes, try covering your ears. The scariest part of horror movies is the jumpscare sounds. Sorry I didn’t ask you first.” “Really? I feel like the ghost will jump out of the screen and come for me.” She parted her fingers to peeked at me with one eye. “Is it gone?” I nodded quickly. Even in the dark, I could see her adorable expression. If only she knew I was aware of her true identity, I would reach for her…

Lucy's pov; At the movie theatre, the lights went out at once and it was as quiet as a grave. No music could be heard anymore. The audience had vanished completely. It was dark and eerie. Everyone knew that a horror film always began with a blackout. That's when it was most likely to end in blood spatter and screams. Tyler held my hands tight to my body as I stared straight ahead. I turned to him and asked, "Are you scared of horror movies?"