Horror Collections Novels & Stories

His face went from worry to pure horror as he took in the scene: his wife, bound, covered in other men’s cum, being fucked by his colleague while sucking off a stranger, with more men watching and stroking themselves. “Mia… what the fuck?” His voice cracked. I looked up at him, mascara ruined, lips stretched around Reyes’ cock, Victor still pounding me deep. Our eyes met. In that moment, something inside me finally snapped completely. I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. Victor gripped my hair tighter and thrust harder, forcing me to keep sucking while Ryan watched. “I’m sorry,” I tried to whisper around the cock in my mouth, but it came out garbled and broken. Tears poured down my face, but my hips s

I say, “we start with the beginning. The Warren bloodline. The Hallow. And why you were hidden.” The barn smells like dust, old wood, and the faintest trace of sage from rituals long past. Raven stands in the center of the room, arms wrapped around herself, eyes scanning every corner like she’s trying to memorize it all at once. She looks so much like Delaney in this moment it hurts. I clear my throat and walk to the old cabinet against the wall. The hinges creak as I open it, revealing a stack of worn books, a few relics wrapped in cloth, and an old leather‑bound photo album. Raven’s eyes follow my hands. “What’s that?”

"The elders say it's a punishment. For the Pride of Man." My blood ran cold. Grey and hollow. It wasn't a beast. It was a collector. A sampler. Jeff met my gaze over the boy's head, the same horrific understanding dawning in his eyes. We hadn't escaped the Archive. We had jumped into one of its active collection sites. This wasn't a wilderness; it was a feeding ground. Lina was staring at the boy's bag. She pointed a trembling finger. "The ticking is coming from there." The boy flinched, clutching the bag tighter. "No! This is all I have left! It's my brother's! He was the scribe… he was documenting the horror…"

He was certainly proud of his work and took no shame in flaunting it. Abby seemed slightly baffled at the story. One bad mistake with Luci and you’re stuck in Hell for the rest of eternity, that was what he was telling her. He was trying to scare her, is what it was, but surprisingly, Abby held her own, and she didn’t seem frightened by him at all, and it made me proud of her. I watched her eyes as she scanned the room, she was fascinated by the paintings and the various collectibles that he had acquired throughout the years. Her eyes landed on a krater that was from 300 BCE.

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"Noted. Any other death traps I should be aware of?" I laughed, scanning the shelves. "Oh, plenty. See that red tome over there? It's actually a demon in disguise. Open it, and you'll get your soul sucked out faster than you can say 'oops'." Sebastian whistled low. "Damn. Your dad doesn't mess around with his collection, does he?" "Nope," I said, popping the 'p'. "But that's what makes it fun. Here, let me show you something actually cool."

she asks. “Yes,” I say with a nod. “I think I’ll just take this one.” I hold up the Hellraiser set, already trying not to flinch at the idea of the price. “Let me take these off your hands,” she says gently, gathering everything I’ve picked up, lingerie, outfits, even the corset. She lifts the Hellraiser out of my hands too before I can stop her. I look at her, frowning slightly. “Wait, don’t I need to bring that to the till?”

--- **Story 1: The Mirror Man** **Chapter 1** Elena Voss wiped the dust from her hands and stepped back, admiring the tall oval mirror she’d just dragged up three flights of stairs. The antique dealer had called it “haunted” with a wink, but she’d only laughed and paid him less than half his asking price. It was beautiful in a haunting way — dark walnut frame carved with twisting vines and half-hidden faces, the glass slightly warped, like it held secrets. She positioned it in the corner of her bedroom, opposite her bed. The late afternoon light caught it strangely, making the reflection look deeper than the small apartment should allow.

One Blackridge wolf didn’t move fast enough and the thing tore him apart before anyone could reach him. Theo shouted something I couldn’t hear properly over the screaming below. The First Queen spoke quietly beside me. “That’s a collector.” I looked at her sharply. “A what?” “The Hollow creates them when too many souls break free from containment.” Her gaze stayed fixed on the battlefield. “They gather what escapes.” My stomach twisted violently. “You mean the dead wolves.” “Yes.” Another scream echoed through the city as the collector slammed a corpse through the side of a ruined building before turning toward the living wolves again.

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