Horror Manhwa Novels & Stories

The sickening stench of rotting roses chokes the air as the bloody hurricane instantly dive-bombs the roaring werewolf. But I am already gone. The second Arlo screamed, I grabbed my VIP client by the waist and vaulted backward off the shattered balcony. Above us, Liviel hovers lazily in the night sky, streaming the carnage like a movie. Inside the room, the fight is a terrifying, high-speed blur of violence—razor-sharp claws tearing desperately through a screeching hurricane of blood-mist bats. Then, a deafening howl shatters the night. The blood hurricane is violently blown back.

How the hell did that happen? Having no time to process these sudden unexpected mind link powers, I ran and jumped as high as I could muster, at the nearest tree. Clinging onto a branch with all my strength I managed to climb up on it before the rogue beneath me attempted to pull me down. Seconds later the rogue was shot dead by someone in the bushes opposite. I screamed in panic but then out jumped Ben and Daniel in their wolf forms along with a few of the warriors. Ben's wolf was beautiful, thick black fur and and he was extremely strong. Taking down the remaining rogues easily in a matter of seconds. We were finally safe but Ben was furious to say the least. They quickly changed back to

That is what I thought but… it would be more scary if I did find something weird on it. I sometimes watch movies like when the protagonist finds a mysterious room inside the killer’s house and ends up having tons of dead bodies in it. Oh, I remember one manhwa about a killer who likes to peel onions so that the smell of the blood will not reek off him. He liked his neighbor who is a newspaper writer, he invited him for dinner but ended up discovering a room full of dead bodies. It was an amazing story actually. Hah, I now wonder if his library has some stories like that.

“Sa piling kasi ng mahal nila, doon nila nahahanap ang kanilang sarili.” “Ah…” “Blue…” “Hmm…” “May tanong pa ako sa’yo.” “Inatake na naman ang curiosity mo. Ako naman ang magtatanong sa’yo. Kung isasapeikula ang buhay natin, ano kaya ang magiging genre?” “Hmm… Romance?” “Mali.” “Eh ano?” “Horror. Ikaw ba naman may kasamang sleepwalker na tumatawa na parang mangkukulam gabi-gabi.”

he said, and turn away to disappear to the highest area of the pagodas! “Phew!” Nuahanna sweats miserably, turn her back and flow so fast that she leaves a strange afterimages. These strange afterimage is those of gold, blue, green, and bloody that the scary-face man tremble the sight of it. His terror skyrocketed. He growled, “She dared hide the might of her existence? What a cunning woman that was!” These afterimage is the might in itself. If the scary-face man has the bloody glow to surround the pagodas, that's the essence of his might. But what about the several elements that make up the might?

"I know we need to leave. But would you mind if I...?" "Take your time," he said, rising. "I'll be in my room. Come for me when you're ready." He left, and I was alone with the quiet and the heavy book. I slid it closer, its stiff cover groaning in protest. The first page I turned to held a chillingly precise ink illustration of a "Silent Scourge." The text described a skeletal horror with unnervingly long, scythe-like claws. Though deaf, it could sense the faintest whisper of mana, possessed blinding speed, and had vision that far surpassed any mortal's.

“Aaaaah…” Suho screamed, but no one seems to hear him. Everyone was busy tending their own business. Hana appeared out of nowhere. She glanced at him with a curious expression. Can’t she see I’m in pain, his entire body trembled in fear. A black shadow slid from where he lay. “Where am I? What is happening?” Swoosh. The shadow under his bed popped out, towering behind Hana. Suho’s jaw fell to the ground, instinctively crossing his arms to hide his face, pushing away with his feet. But the monster kept moving closer, passing through Hana, its wide mouth about to swallow him whole.

Those books were older than any of the others in his office. The bottom shelf (the one he’d been searching when he’d first heard the cats playing in the hall) held his collection of horror anthologies. The famed Whispers series, edited by Stuart David Schiff, featuring the varied works of Ramsey Campbell, Stephen King, Charles Grant and so many others. The Mammoth Book of Best New Horror from England. The Shivers series, published by Cemetery Dance. Masques, Borderlands, Shadows, Stalkers, Dark Forces, October Dreams I & II, Corpse Blossoms, Horror Library Volumes 1-5, and Prime Evil. Classic horror anthologies jammed next to paperback collections of slightly lesser repute with titles to mat

"She Feared None. Even If She Did, She Allowed No One To Peek Through Her Facade And Faced Everything Courageously. Regrettably, The One Who She Allowed Turned To Be The Reason Of Her Downfall." •••••••••• I was in my room, watching horror movie hiding myself in my blanket. I don't get scared easily owing to my life which itself is a nightmare but God?? Why would anyone make this nonsense and call them scary?! And this stupid girl! What does she think of herself? A superwoman? Why can't she just stop poking her nose everywhere and stick only to her house? The girl shrieked when she saw a dead body hanging on the tree and I just shut my mobile off. I guess I'll have some good sleep rather wat

Silently she turns, signaling for us to be completely quiet, then she points at the path. My eyes follow her movements. Some way down the path a horrific scene is taking place, fitting for a horror movie. Two giant hamram is facing each other, snarling and growling, while a man is bent over something on the ground. I gasp when the man moves, as he talks to one of the monsters. Oh God ! It is a human. They are about to eat a human ! They two hamram snaps around instantly, growling a warning, as the man behind them starts to change.