Horror Anthology Novels & Stories

A heavy claw landed on the window she stared from, cracking the fragile shield. Falling back, she screamed as more attempted to break in. Yet, through all that, there was one she felt deeper fear for than the others. A shivering demand drew her to look back to the room she had ran from. The door opened on its own accord, and within that contained darkness emerged a hooded specter. In appearance, its monstrosity was veiled, all but for the blooded horns and snout that resembled a ram. The intensity of it sucked the very breath from her. Froze the blood in her veins until she felt as though every part of her being was constricted and trapped under its scrutiny as it approached. The closer it c

She covered the distance between her and the struggling Hannah tied to the chair. She held the Anthrax gently in her hand and flipped it open, a sharp pencil knife snapped out. Hannah's eyes dilated in panic and alarm as she wriggled in the chair furiously, beads of sweat trickling down her face. Oh God!!! What is happening? Is she going to end up dead as she had feared? Maybe she will end up in the second category after all-the one where the main character in a horror movie ends up dead right in the enemy's lair.

Jeffery leaned forward and sifted through a few files on his desk. When he found the one he was looking for, he slapped it down toward me. Uncrossing my legs, I plucked it off the desk and flipped the front cover open. What greeted me were pictures of dead bodies, all women, with ghastly expressions of horror on their faces. They were frozen in a perpetual scream that had shivers running up my spine. All of them were sallow looking with paper-white skin and their eye sockets sunken in. "What the fuck?" I mumbled.

A sense of unease permeated the air as if the very stones themselves whispered of long-lost secrets and ancient curses. Polished ebony coffins lined the walls, each adorned with intricate carvings depicting scenes of darkness and death. Gargoyles leered down from their perches high above, their stone eyes seemingly tracking every movement with an eerie intensity. Sinister whispers reverberated through the dark corridors, and the cold touch of fear lingered in the air, warning all who dared to intrude upon this unholy sanctuary.

I marched straight to the house where the Swans were staying and pounded on the door. They opened the door, annoyance written all over their faces. "Spit it out!" "Where's my handbook?" I questioned. "What does that have to do with us?" Afro and the others lived just next door, and they watched us with interest. It wasn't hard to guess that they had already joined forces. They wanted to see whether losing the handbook would be the trigger that would cause any monsters to appear and devour me. That way, they could figure out how to complete the final objective of defeating the final boss.

I screamed, tears pricking my eyes as the cold metal forced my internal walls open to their absolute limit. He didn't stop. He turned the metal thumb-screw with a sharp, ratcheting click-click-click, locking the speculum wide open inside my core. I was completely immobilized, my legs trapped high in steel stirrups, my internal walls cranked open by cold stainless steel, totally exposed to whatever he decided to do next. "Now for the real treatment, Annie," Dr. Ben purred, reaching down to grab the metal handle of the locked instrument.

She remained frozen on the porch. Ben felt the horror creeping through her chest as she stared down at the rabbit lying on the wood between her feet, its lifeless eyes staring up into the darkening sky. The blood spread slowly through the cracks in the boards. A message. Not a gift. A warning. The realization settled deep inside her with sickening certainty. He wasn’t asking anymore. He was preparing to take. The thought echoed in her mind long after the sound of the horse had vanished. And somewhere deep inside that growing fear, another understanding began to form. He wasn’t going to stop.

Slowly… slowly… Until it stood right above her head. Anusha froze with fear. She turned her head slightly— There was no one in the room. But on the wall… the shadow stood. And then— The shadow’s head moved close to her ear and whispered— “I have come…” Her eyes widened. The next second, the lamp went out. The room plunged into darkness. And someone grabbed her shoulder— Cold… icy… not human at all. Anusha screamed and fainted. When she woke up in the morning, the guest house was normal.

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The shadows around my feet rise in answer, forming faint shapes: hooded figures, scythes, a distant throne of bone. A reminder. *You will be hated. Feared. Hunted.* If I walk into that camp, they’ll know me. They’ll see the snow-white hair, the sharp blue eyes, the unnatural quiet that clings to me like smoke. They’ll see the black veins creeping up my wrist. The feather that won’t leave my palm. And when the first dead thing answers my call—when the shadows move at my command—they will not see a child survivor. They will see the Necromantress.