Horror And Thriller Novels & Stories

It infuriated Cassy more—with the night that’s the homecoming of the ghosts and horrors. A wicked laugh itched to be out, instead, she scrutinized the height. The distance between her and the ground did not harrow her. It amazed her at how different she’s lurking around where the normal people might not even stare without a wave of nausea washing over them. An urge to smoke-filled her; she fetched a pack from the inside pocket of her dark blue jacket; ignited the flame, mumbling, “Every legendary story is a pent-up frustration of human beings to invoke fear in the minds of those whom they hate. Several against one or one against many.”

He pauses before continuing with that slithering accent like something you would hear in a horror story or someplace in the darkest parts of Europe, “Have you ever wondered if the things that go bump in the night really exist? Or if they are a figment of your imagination?” Getting more creeped out by the second, I keep staring at him and then find that I can speak again. Before I utter an answer, I raise my hand up to my forehead and wipe a strand of my blonde hair out of my eyes so I can concentrate. “Sure, I have always been intrigued by the forces of darkness, but do they really exist as they do in my novels and dreams?”

I stayed with Adley in her small living room, watching horror movies about creatures that didn’t exist in this world, until darkness smothered the outside world, peeking in through the sheer curtains that made their living room feel all too exposed. “Zombies always give me the creeps.” Adley shuddered, “There’s something so scary about coming back from the dead, having your face and limbs rot like that. Bleh, no thank you.” “I can’t be afraid of zombies, not when things like ghouls and Librarian’s exist.” I let out a hearty laugh, trying to imagine a hoard of zombies maneuvering through the forest at night.

My jaw clenched and I exhaled nothing less than the sound of a growl. Looking in my rearview mirror before getting out, I noticed the color of my eyes had changed to black. They only turn black when I let my demon out, the demon that craves the sound of screams, the smell of blood, the sight of fear in someone’s eyes, the feeling of their bones crushing in my bare hands. It had been a while since I had done any good and decent torture - Bradley and his group of thugs seemed like a great place to cure that craving.

Horror struck me like lightning, and I knew then that my worst fears had come true - my old pack and family had been brutally wiped out. “Hallie get back here now.” Hugh ordered me as he and Alpha Arnie chased after me, attempting to calm me down, but it was too late. I was already consumed by a need to uncover the truth. Ignoring their calls, I sprinted onward, disappearing into the maze of corridors within Moonstone Manor. Each corner I turned revealed more and more lifeless bodies, my heart breaking with every sight. The hallways felt suffocating, as though every step I took was leading me deeper into a twisted nightmare.

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

'What a douche you are, Stella,' my subconscious adds. I need to treat myself tonight. So, I pick a horror thriller to watch. Just like what I've always chosen since I hit puberty. There's just something about running through the woods and hiding from serial killers that excites me. These kinds of movies are so fun to watch. I feel like I'm one of the dumbest characters that do nothing but annoyingly scream, trip, and get slain so easily. Anyway, I'm halfway through the film when my eyelids begin to grow heavier. It sure is from exhaustion from talking and laughing with Mom earlier. And also the coming last quarter and graduation. And my jobs.

It was a full moon. "Stephhhh". Callum mewled. The silver of the full moon was making his vampire horny. Stephen’s eyes turned crimson red as Blaze let his Vampire take hold. It was like an invisible frenzy. A hazy cloud surrounding them pulling them closer to bask in each other's warmth and love. It was just like a werewolf in heat. Enlightening the emotions. The tingling sensation under the skin makes it sensitive to touch..

In a nice voice I reply “Just had the scariest nightmare of my life. Why are you awake at 2 in the morning?” If I had of called anyone else, they would have ripped my head off for calling at such an ungodly hour. “Oh, you poor baby, its okay it was just a nightmare.” She purrs. There’s a short pause before she says “Aaron is over and we are watching horror movies, my

All the leaves were bleeding profusely and following the direction of the slurring lines of blood, it rained on some pale skulls littering around the spooky ground. The creepy skulls gave me goosebumps and when I heard a thunderstorm struck against my roof, I almost jumped out of my skin as I visualized myself standing there in the forest. Yes The air was stuffy, making it difficult for me to breathe. The trees were staring at me like silent sentries. My heart was throbbing in my ears and in an attempt to get rid of the terror, I bit my lower lips till I felt the metallic taste of blood in my mouth which brought me back to life. Jeez this is why I don't watch horror movies, I mean if I could