Horror Clown Stories Novels & Stories

When I finally came down from my orgasm, he lay down next to me, pulled me on top of him—placing my pussy near his face—wrapped his hand in my hair, and forced my head onto his cock. I swirled my tongue around his cock, tasting my juices, and slowly took him all the way down my throat. He pressed my head down further for me to take more of his huge dick. I bobbed my head up and down on his length, and he began thrusting his cock into my mouth. “Claire!!” Helen yelled. “Claire! Where’d you go?” Lauren called. My eyes widened, and I paused in fear. “Don’t fucking stop,” Mr. Albert ordered against my pussy. He flicked my clit with his tongue and forced me back down onto him.

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

“If I was really a monster, I would’ve sent his whole arm instead of just a hand picture.” I nearly threw up. Mom held me tighter instantly. “You thought that bloody hand belonged to Gab?” Clara burst into loud laughter again. “No, no, no… Gab’s tiny hands are still attached.” Relief crashed into me but Clara wasn’t finished. “Those cute little hands still need to grow bigger,” she whispered creepily. “After all… one day they’ll wrap around your throat and squeeze the life out of you.” “She’s insane,” Julius muttered under his breath. Clara suddenly screamed loudly through the phone.

Aura When I woke up again, I found myself indulged in darkness. I was scared and wanted to run away but these chains were dug deeply in my flesh. The blood was no longer to be found anywhere, and that was creepy as hell. My hands were shaking when my gaze adjusted and I found myself in a room filled with bloodless corpses. They were drained completely and their body looked black. The sight made me gag and I threw up on the floor. I wanted to scream but i couldn’t find my voice in my throat. It felt like I was mute but I was screaming. My entire body was trembling in fear. What will this monster have to do with me?

It was a chocolate eyeball roll and a blood-colored chocolate dipping at the side. ‘ “Maybe it would be better not to tell this to anyone. We don’t know for sure, Holly. Or what any of this actually means,” Clara pleaded, referring to the shadow monster and the rare power only she should possess. “Are you sure we must keep quiet about this?” There was uncertainty in Holly’s tone. “I guess we can table it for now. I’m just... Honestly, I’m freaking out a little.” Holly grabbed Clara’s shaking hands. The silence around the library just heightened the shiver she was feeling.

Skyler said with an uncomfortable peep. Claire pushed her in and they closed the door "Ghouls are humans drank completely dry by a vampire then the vampire gives them some of their blood, they come back to life but are basically slowly rotting away... The most loyal of followers, unfortunately also the most smelly ones" she said. "Like a zombie!?" "Yeah, like a zombie" Claire said and laughed at Skyler's bewildered face.

She saw Beckah notice the box and hoped that she would open it outside. Her target opened the box and screamed. She dropped the box a second later. Clara smirked. The box contained a dead rat. Clara had purchased it from a company that normally supplied rats to educational institutions for dissection as she couldn’t bear to kill a rat herself. She had then covered the clean rat in fake blood and added some bloodied writing to the inside of the box with drips of candle wax and blonde hairs from a wig. The combination of a rat and her decorative elements made the box look like it belonged in a horror movie and she knew it would creep Beckah out.

I stood there at the entrance of the venue carrying Zia, but not a sign of him. I’m seriously getting worried and ZG have been asking me about the clown every five minutes and I don’t know what to tell him. My mom didn’t give me and contact information for the clown, so I decided to call her. Her phone kept on ringing but she wasn’t picking up her phone. I then felt a tap on my shoulder and when I turned around the clown wearing a bright blue and yellow outfit with red hair and red nose was behind me. “Oh. You gave me a scared there. You shouldn’t sneak up on people like that.” I said to him and he just clasped his hands together like he was asking for forgiveness.

"Uhm . . . yeah. Kind of. I mean, towards the end and . . . yeah towards the end. Well, it still had the tentacles instead of legs and it had a penis and . . . well, a cock for a tongue too, but besides that --" "Why didn't you tell me?" the slim beauty asked. "Because I don't know what it means. You've been amazing to me since I came here and I didn't want to freak you out and have you not want to be around me anymore." "Fat chance. You've had sex with strangers, a weird octopus-thing, and everyone else in this house just about, but you still fantasize about little old me?" Shamira nodded. Clara smiled. "I wish you'd told me. Because I could've told you I fantasize about you too."

He extended our claws and lowered one finger down to the clown's face and he hooked a claw in his chin. Maddox yanked his head close to ours. "Listen here clown because this is your last warning - you're gonna brew up a batch of whatever you need to fix my friends and you're gonna do it no later than now!" Maddox growled. His tone even sent chills down my spine. The clown began to tremble with newfound terror as he watched the black swirl in our eyes. "But - I -" he tried to talk. "You know what's worse than being undead?"