Horror Mlp Novels & Stories

This was the punishment. At some point, green smoke crept in without warning. The temp plummeted. I shivered, and he slipped off his cloak, wrapping it around me. "Don't be afraid," he murmured. Afraid? Not even close. My perception glitch had me kind of... hyped. "They're back!" Mia yelled. "Grandpa and Grandma are back!" The door creaked open. Two shriveled elders shuffled in. Chat Feed went wild: [It's them. The revenants. Nobody survives past this.]

I steeled myself and opened the door. The hallway was awash in red. Smears and spatters of bright and dark blood covered the walls, the floor, and my door. My head reeled. What the hell happened? Why was there so much blood outside my door? Hadn't the guy in 603 seen it through his peephole? I couldn't help looking toward apartment 603. To my surprise, the door stood half-open, and it was dead quiet inside. I picked my way past the bloodstains and made my way to apartment 603.

Yet, despite knowing all this, Dima couldn't stop the storm raging inside her—torn between the burning clouds she felt for him and the terror of what she might become if she gave in to him. Outside, the night remained glorious. But inside, something had shifted—as if the House of Horrors had redrawn itself within new walls. Wherever Malik went, terror followed; every place he slowly entered became another House of Horrors, another source of spreading evil. —Sunday morning. The Sunday sun rose over the quiet chalet, where Malik stood before the calendar hanging on the living room wall. His eyes scanned the carefully affixed sheet, where, in clear handwriting at the top, she read:

I sit down on the couch beside her and wait for her to start. “You know how you told me about the nightmares you were having and that they started about a year ago.” “Yeah.” I say wondering where she’s going with this conversation. “Well I was looking it up on the Internet about three days ago and I found a peculiar website that had strange information on it. It was called Ma vista. I don’t know what that means but I think you are one of the three that live in the world at one time.” She looks over at me to see if I am comprehending what she’s saying, “They were created to stop monsters from destroying the human race, the website said that it started 4 thousand years ago when a wizard realis

"The attic suite is suicide! The thing in there isn't just a ghost, it's—" "It's what?" She bit her lip, her voice a terrified whisper. “It’s the Shadow Lord. An ancient entity that devours light and souls. They say he rips your soul straight from your body, leaving your mind to scream in the endless dark until he finally swallows you whole.” I pulled my arm away. “Sounds cool.” “Cool?!” Marcus leaned over the third-floor railing. “Little girl, do you have any idea what happened to the last player who tried that? He didn’t even make it through the first night. The next morning, all they found was a human-shaped bloodstain on the floor!”

“The ‘yeah but.’ When they use the saying, ‘two wrongs don’t make a right.’” “How do you imprison something that can’t be imprisoned? How do you kill the unkillable? You kill the ones that can’t be imprisoned, you imprison the unkillable and pray it never gets out.” “The Lich?” “Drain the magic from the thing he keeps his soul shard in. Then execute him. Otherwise, he lives forever. It’s a when he gets out, not an if. It all starts again. That’s why the mages were involved. It’s not just their research skills and portals. They have some scary talents.”

All I see is a man who looks like he hasn’t slept in weeks, guilt rotting him from the inside. “Tell me everything,” I say finally. And he does. He tells me about following the whispers, chasing them to a man who once stood at Arlo’s side. A warlock named Maelor, who was cast out of favor. A man who confessed that Arlo and his coven fed on his mates’ life force, draining them to nothing so they could be more powerful. The horror in my veins feels bottomless. “Siphoning life force,” I whisper, my throat raw. “And you think I’m next?”

Gulp! Molly swallowed. Though they promised to protect her, Molly would already be scared just by thinking of the possible decorations in the haunted house, even when she knew it was fake. But still, she was really afraid and unable to overcome her fear. Molly's job as a doctor required her to deal with deaths. She had even stood in front of a body. Nonetheless, she felt that none of those experiences were close to those things in a haunted house. The haunted house had no lights and was pitch black to create a chilling environment. Then, something will pop out from the dark all of a sudden. The thought of it alone was enough to give Molly goosebumps.

I know my capabilities and yet, someone died. I gently let go of Quinn’s body and let my body shiver. With my hands now covering my face, I let out a silent cry for a friend who never left my side until the end. “Did you see the one who did this?” I asked Rendall as I am looking around the forest. “I saw it ran,” Rendall slowly replied. “Where?” “Domlur.” I move my gaze to the path going to Domlur. I suddenly felt the urge to slash everything on my way, my eyes never felt clearer and my hatred for these werewolves becomes greater.

There was no sign of someone resembling Frey entering this town at all. “You think Frey went to another town?” I asked while thinking of other towns Frey might go to. "Unless she's on the edge of town and away from the townspeople," Hayley said. “What do you mean?” When Hayley was about to answer my question, suddenly several people entered the pub. They sat at the guest table. Martin immediately approached them. “Martin, did you hear about the Flower Skull attacks in Diantha forest? They caught some of the vampires over there!” someone shouted from the table. Hearing this, I suddenly turned around. I immediately approached the man.