Novel & Cerita Horror Collections

The one used in creating the zombies. He shone his eyes in terror immediately. "An X-blood is here. Master must hear of this!" He picked the maggot and a smile curled around his lips.

The walls echo with silence, but I hear it all: every fight, every fake smile, every word he used to shape me into someone I never wanted to be. I start in the bedroom. Dig through the drawers like a thief in my own home. I find his platinum card inside his watch box, sitting there like a trophy. I slip it into my pocket. "Nice. New identity, who dis?" Kira quips, but she’s proud of me. I can feel it. Next stop: the collection room. The second I open the door, the smell hits me. Rot masked by chemicals. The sight of the jars—pickled hearts, preserved kidneys, floating intestines—makes my stomach churn. I gag and cover my nose, blinking against the sting in my eyes. This is where Lior kept hi

"Your threats are so horrifying and it is even worse which you have all of the horrible toys, and this dungeon is so stark and evil." He had cabinets of toys and a number of them have been sexual, just like the inflating ones that he cherished to stuff me with, however, they have been a thick, black color stainless-steel metallic that glistened in harsh appearance. They appeared all of the extra horrifying whilst he set his hooks and knives and eye screws and heavy clamps on another shelf. His suspension hook was intentionally something out of a horror film.

We're havin' a horror movie marathon and I must complete the movies on the list! 3:47 PM: PLEASE MAMA?! Mom 4:06 PM: That depends. What movies are on the list? Dillon 4:13 PM: Scream, all the Freddies, The Excorcism of Emily Rose, Psycho, and maybe a comedy like Beatlegeus Mom 5:01 PM: Since Psycho is on there, then yes. Yes you may. Only because you just have tech school till after Labour Day! Say hi to Tony for me and DON'T STAY UP TOO LATE!

The scene at the Gables’ porch was no longer a private tragedy. The initial, piercing scream had acted like a grim summons, pulling people from their homes and their morning routines. They gathered in a loose, hesitant semicircle, a silent, growing audience to the horror. The air, once fresh with the promise of dawn, was now thick with the metallic tang of blood and the low, anxious hum of murmured voices. Faces, pale and drawn in the morning light, were etched with a familiar dread—the kind that came from knowing that no walls, no matter how well-fortified, could ever truly keep the darkness out.

“Unfortunately, there was barely anything useful in it. Mostly details about their obsession with collecting Outworlder artifacts such as strands of witches’ hair, vampire fangs, lycan bones, ancient silver arrows and bullets, even preserved ghoul corpses.” Wesley made a face. “That just sounded like River’s collection,” he noted dryly. I rolled my eyes. “Believe it or not, I actually acquire my macabre collection with the other party’s consent. But with this Mollagoshit, I have no idea how they can acquire these things, especially when they’re humans. I can only guess… maybe, they have a connection within the Outworld,” I spat and shot Mason another sharp look. Mason crossed his arms, his e

The Rennar symbol. She snatched the key. The metal was cold. Without a backward glance, she fled. The Rennar library was a tomb of forgotten truths. She went straight to a section blocked by a frayed red rope. The Forbidden Collection. She found it: Instinct and Transformation: Observations on the Lycanthrope. She carried the heavy tome to a table, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. The pages crackled with age. She skimmed past charts of moon cycles and dietary notes until her eyes found a heading that stopped her breath.

screamed Anthony, terrified, “you need to see this.” Hansly and Dmitri ran to a room around the corner of the hallway to see the rest of the men gathered inside a large study. It was the smell that caught Dmitri first. A thick, unbreathable stench of death filled his nostrils which closed his throat and his eyes stung. He made his way into the study and knew that this memory would be burnt into his brain for as long as he breathed. Headless torsos stripped of most of their flesh hung on the walls along with decaying arms, legs and heads like trophies, paintings made with blood glued to the walls and even photographs of Werewolves, Vampires, Witches and other supernatural beings being torture

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