Horror In English Novels & Stories

I remember when I was in the sorcerer's house in the night almost get carried away by the ghost in the night of Tortuga, I remember when I and my friends where having a nice and enjoyable Halloween Night party with our costumes before the arrival of the Black cults. I remember my parents and started crying...I started weeping but... couldn't weep out as there is no one to be of my aid here instead I would even get into more danger my giving a sound to show that am downstairs to anyone close to where is am. I feel lost, tired, weak as I haven't eaten for three days and the last thing I ate was a fruit, Apple I guess. As I was down depressed, weeping and thinking about my life, I hear a sound

I couldn't shake the feeling that something sinister lurked just out of sight. Suddenly, the stillness was shattered by a chilling howl that echoed through the deserted alleyways. My heart raced as I realized I was not alone. The city that had seemed empty before was now crawling with grotesque monsters, their twisted forms appearing from the shadows. Panic surged through my veins, and I instinctively started running.

Was he being serious? How did---? When did---?! ARG!!! “Horror movies?!” he asked, his brows furrowing in the same adorable manner that they always did. “Oh, come on!” I snapped and gave up on trying to get the pillow back. “Lone girl wakes up in a white hospital room with a man that turns into a---” “Wolf!” he cut me off in a sharp tone. “Don’t say monster, freak, or dog. I’ll take offense to those.”

He whispered coldly in my ears. My eyes widened up as he said. My brow arched, I couldn't believed my ear. Oh my God! What is he trying to do with me? The fear of losing myself to a monster like him rushed a spine into my whole body system. Too young for this phase I was passing through. No! He wouldn't get down on me so easily.

I apologize that this book is really short with less than 30k words in all. I plan to edit it at some point and make it better. I figured that a really long Horror book might be less interesting and would just seem drawn out. I've not read a lot of them but I watch horror movies so I wrote this like I would picture an Horror movie. I appreciate all those who stuck with me and read Reincarnation regardless. Thank you all. After saying this, I would love and appreciate your feedbacks and things to watch out for when I do edit the book. It would be really helpful and appreciated. Bonus scene ideas too would be great. Thanks once again.

It was too late when she realized that something was wrong. Hey, do you guys hear that? Seth asked. And that was when Odessa heard the ominous reciting of a spell for medo algatour, t more extended. Virtus, maya, cresset, questoris tremor, mentem, perturbo, animus, conturbatour, terror, amplify tour potestus, maya agator. Fear is increased. Terror is kindled. My power grows. As the victim trembles, I disturb the mind. The soul is troubled. Terror amplifies.

he asked, slipping his hand into his pocket. "How would I know?" she asked, rolling her eyes and moving at a leisurely pace. "We're going to the cinema to watch a horror movie," he grinned. "What's a horror movie?" she asked, genuinely clueless. "A horror movie is like a scary movie. It'll make you feel all sorts of emotions like fear, curiosity, and so on," he explained with a smirk. "And why do you want to watch it with me?" she asked, scrutinizing him. "I enjoy watching horror movies, but no one wants to watch them with me. I would've taken you to my house instead, but we're just getting to know each other," he said, locking eyes with her.

She walked to the whiteboard, picked up a marker, and wrote in large capital letters, the word IMMORTALITY. "I understand that next week you will be moving away from Shakespeare and jumping into Gothic horror literature ... just in time for Halloween." General interest spiked. Halloween was a favorite holiday for most students. Me? My life was already a nightmare. Who needed costumes when real monsters were already roaming our town? "By any chance, has anyone read The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde?" asked Mrs. Jackson. Students looked around at each other, but no one raised their hand. "How about Bram Stoker's Dracula?"

The chilling fear gripped her, paralyzing her body and clouding her thoughts. In the pitch-black abyss, Storm’s imagination ran wild. She could hear the faint sound of her own breath, an eerie reminder of her vulnerability. Every creak and groan of the house seemed to echo through the corridors, magnifying her dread. Was Lucy awake? Who was walking around the house? The air felt thick and heavy, as if a malevolent presence lurked just beyond her sight. As her eyes strained to adjust to the darkness, her mind played tricks on her. Shadows danced and twisted, morphing into grotesque figures that seemed to mock her fear.

" Grace reminded her. "Oh yeah, you'll go there with a broken foot," Ava said sarcastically and Grace agreed to her request in the end. Ava chose a horror movie but Grace was quite unsure about this because first, it was 5 in the morning which was a bad time to watch a horror movie, and second she was damn scared of these types of things. The movie stared and Ava was excited about it but Grace was covered in blankets. She screamed when the ghost appeared suddenly and scared Ava as well. She turned to look at her and found her trembling due to fear. She laid back and wrapped her arms around her.