Horror Graphic Novels & Stories

Horror Scared Shaking Crying This is my situation. Who’s going to accept after watching me with my real color? Don’t know how he’s feeling? He needs to know. He saw me now. Then why is he not saying something? Opening my bra I turn. His eyes widened with horror. The Reflection in the mirror describes his situation. His eyes were running everywhere but not on me.

Muscles throbbed and the scrapes and bruises he had sustained started to nag at him as he slowly slipped into sleep he did not want. Images came to him, fleeting things that made little sense and were disjointed. Horann’s face grew in his mind but her face as it had been, beautiful and clear, her smile a joy to see and her slightly Asian eyes uplifted at the corners. Something warm tricked through him, changing abruptly to a chill as Horann’s features shifted, her skin morphing into something horrific and dark. She grinned, revealing dog-like fangs that she tried to attack him with.

"Stop, please! Uncle, please. You've proven your point. Sly..." The sound of growling turns everyone's head as the camera refocuses its attention on the horror unfolding behind the drama. The sound of bodies falling to the ground as I burn them to a crisp blend with the sight of my kidnapper's vain attempts at escape as one by one I tear them to pieces, my fangs dripping with blood as my body glows like trapped moonlight.

Bellatrix Sinclair Panic clawed at my throat, my lungs burning from deprivation. The expansive room coloured pitch-black and slowly closing in. Lifting my head and catching a glimpse of a portrait on the roof that appeared to be of 18th century that depicted bloodshed between wolves and humans. The wide mouth of a black wolf, his fangs bloody as he tore a chunk of flesh from a human. This couldn’t be considered art; it was a slaughter, and it was terrifying.

I can say all of this because the distance between us is great. With every word I say, I keep moving back. Almost like he understands the assignment, he keeps following me, though he doesn't close the distance between us. I'm pretty convinced he's no way a he—not with his extra-white hands. I quickly dip my hands into my handbag, though my eyes never leave his gaze from the mask. Even the fearful part of his eyes that I'm seeing looks really scary; it's all black like that of people in horror movies. I'm never a fan of horror movies, but here I am, having live action. The last time I tried watching a horror movie, I couldn't sleep. Killian, who was a fan of horror movies, insisted I watch th

But please just hear me out. ‘I won’t. Why must I listen to you? Do you want to narrate the gruesome details of your evil deeds? I refuse to listen to any more of your lies. And I’m not staying with you tonight. Just let me take my things.’ Anna sounded more frightened of me than angry. She was going on like I was some psychopathic retard with killer instinct.

Even as a Vampire, he could feel Swift howling and growling inside him. It wasn’t any animal. It was human. He could guess it. His senses were getting clouded. He was getting high on the whiff. Sniffing once. Twice. He opened his eyes. His face was screaming intoxication and pleasure. He took the bottle to his lips. Reading everyone’s expression. His crimson red eyes were sparkling golden in between. His friends were all tense. He could faintly hear Alpha Michael since Zol couldn’t hear it. They were all standing sucking in their breaths.

Because he had just been ripped apart. I turned around slowly and stared at the “pet” who had done the ripping. He still had blood on his face, but somehow looked… innocent. “I was hungry,” he murmured. Maybe it was my imagination, but his pupils looked a little sharper than before. [Wow. Trying to slut-shame someone in a horror dungeon? He had it coming.] [Pop the champagne. Ding-dong, the jerk is dead.] [Lol the stans are out. She can sleep with monsters but nobody can call her out?]

Staring straight into those two bloody holes, their sanity plummeted. "Who ate my eyeball-popping candy? I'm taking an eye for an eye!" She slowly extended her hand. The player in front of her lost control, watching in terror as his own hand reached toward his eyes. The next instant, furious howling echoed again from behind. "My spicy human jerky!" The siren boss appeared at the entrance, carrying a crate of deep-sea treasure. When she saw her carefully ordered jerky trampled like trash, black mist erupted from behind her as she let out a soul-rending screech.

A ghoul—a smoky, semi-corporeal horror with glowing red eyes and clawed hands—materialized from the shadows and slammed into him. He grunted in pain as his back connected hard with the carriage, the breath knocked from his lungs. The cube clattered to the ground but continued its ominous pulse. The ghoul, joined by a second, shambled toward him. The mayor, witnessing this, screamed, and the few townsfolk nearby scattered.