Horror Adults Novels & Stories

Warning: Explicit sexual content, group sex, extremely rough sex, BDSM elements, consensual intense experience. 18+ only. All characters are adults. "OH GOD! OH FUCK! DAMIEN!" Serah's scream echoed through the penthouse suite, raw and primal, as Damien's massive cock hit a spot inside her that shouldn't exist.....a depth that defied anatomy, a place that made her see actual stars bursting behind her clenched eyelids.

Because he had just been ripped apart. I turned around slowly and stared at the “pet” who had done the ripping. He still had blood on his face, but somehow looked… innocent. “I was hungry,” he murmured. Maybe it was my imagination, but his pupils looked a little sharper than before. [Wow. Trying to slut-shame someone in a horror dungeon? He had it coming.] [Pop the champagne. Ding-dong, the jerk is dead.] [Lol the stans are out. She can sleep with monsters but nobody can call her out?]

The exquisite terror of giving your blood, your body, and perhaps even your soul to something far older and more powerful than you. That obsession is precisely what led me to the website. It was past three in the morning. I had just finished a particularly filthy novel where the ancient vampire lord claimed his mortal lover on an altar of black marble while draining her during the height of her orgasm. My body was still buzzing, thighs slick, heart racing, when I stumbled into the darkest corners of the internet — forums so obscure that even seasoned degenerates whispered about them. And there it was. Blood Party – Invitation Only.

The exquisite terror of giving your blood, your body, and perhaps even your soul to something far older and more powerful than you. That obsession is precisely what led me to the website. It was past three in the morning. I had just finished a particularly filthy novel where the ancient vampire lord claimed his mortal lover on an altar of black marble while draining her during the height of her orgasm. My body was still buzzing, thighs slick, heart racing, when I stumbled into the darkest corners of the internet — forums so obscure that even seasoned degenerates whispered about them. And there it was. Blood Party – Invitation Only.

Arnold stood furiously at the dining table in a full of raged. His face was covered up with sweat and I could see the liquid in his forehead dripped down his face. His eyes widened up in horror, looks like he was going attack whoever came close. His chest beat faster, visible inside his house wear. I heard the sound of thick liquid as it drizzled down the tiled floor continously, their are blood traced on the floor. Up to his palm, was a hand soaked in blood. His arm trembled to the reaction of the cut in his palm.

I never realized how peaceful humans look when they are in the depths of deep slumber. Just by looking at one you would think all well within the world, and maybe it is but not in my world. As I watch Sky sleep I realize two things, one being that I have finally embraced the fact that I'm a nonhuman and the other is that for the first time in my life I am truly scared. For the last few days all I have been feeling this intense fear, gut wrenching fear that at any moment one of the demons after me would come and kill the love of my life. Hence why I have been watching him sleep and basically following him around for days now.

Horror filled our features. Our eyes went wide as saucers. Oh sh*t! Sh*t! Sh*t!

Sean excitedly started the session, "Heyya, everyone! Welcome back to the CreepyHells Channel. Oh my god! You won't believe where we are now. Guess! Where are we?!" @kluk_44 [Hi, guys!] @riya_frejy [Wow! You in a new place again?] @user_3345 [I hope this session is better than last week.] "Yeah! We're in an abandoned house in Minnesota. You must know the rumors about this house, right?" Elly continued. "Alright. I don't think we need to explain much, since most of you already know the story about this house. Should we go straight in?" Eiden said.

With a choir, singing in her living room! “Beth,”Emma said ever so sweetly,“honey,are you totally sure you weren't having a dream?You must realize how this sounds!All this talk of caskets and corn children giving you ominous warnings….did you watch a horror movie before bed?You know how those upset you.” Beth composed herself as best she could.”No, I didn't watch a horror movie Em.I came downstairs thinking I’d left the telly on and there in my living room was a casket with me in it!And a choir of children.”

We had the living room set up like a private lounge—dim lights, champagne, oils warmed on the table. “Gentlemen,” Mom purred as we stood before them in nothing but heels and diamond chokers we’d bought with last week’s earnings. “Tonight we belong to you.” They took us like conquerors. I was bent over the couch first, one cock in my pussy, another in my mouth. Mom was beside me in the same position. The men rotated, using our holes freely. They were experienced—knowing exactly how to angle their thick cocks to hit every sensitive spot. One of them, a bearded man named Marcus (not our old Marcus), fucked my ass while another filled my cunt. Double stuffed and drooling, I looked over to see Mo