Horror Mlp Novels & Stories

Enzo explained and Callum snapped his eyes in horror. "Otherwise they would have harmed Stephen". He said in a terrified tone. "They wouldn’t have actually. Since Stephen is hybrid. It's a bit different with him. The pack would have stood by him. Ace and Zol are vampires. They can only punish a vampire. Are you getting my point"? This time Max spoke.

In last year's Saturday before Halloween, Jake lied he had a cold and ended having to put up with his annoying brother at home. It's not that he was scared or anything(except from the dark). Hell, he was a big fan of horror stories and movies like Friday the 13th, The Shining, The Amityville Horror and his personal favorite, It. It was just that trying to bring to life such stuff seemed like a very stupid idea to him. 'Fuck Halloween,' he found himself muttering and turned to switch off his phone when he noticed something. Just below Matt's text dialog box, another dialog seemed to have popped up and Jake thought he saw the words, we'll see about that before disappearing and immediately afte

Still blank looks. “I doubt they’re connected to characters from D&D,” I said. “They would have used their psionic abilities if they had them.” “Is this some sort of nerd code you’re talking in?” asked Claire. “Yes,” I said. Maurice was too heavily invested to ease off the throttle now, though. “Mind flayers were ripped off from the Cthulhu mythos, which is all about the Elder Gods. Didn’t Deneel and Dereel mention the old gods?” He quickly flicked through his notes.

~~~ Amaya "Among the supernaturals, there are different types. Vampires, werewolves, shapeshifters, witches, angels, demons and, elements. They all have different characteristics and abilities." Who would've thought that we had such creatures living among us? "The one who attacked you was a shapeshifter. They are known to be able to imitate any living form. They can change and impersonate any living being on this planet. They can be very dangerous. You might be having a normal conversation with your mom one day but it could be a shapeshifter and you wouldn't even know." As he spoke to me, a little piece of my memory from that night came back.

Malik let out a dark chuckle. "She's hallucinating, Malik…" I yelped, trying to salvage the situation, but it was too late, and Malik didn't pay any attention to me. Melinda closed her eyes, her body going limp as she slipped away into the darkness. It was as though she was ready to die. Malik bent down at the instant, and he snapped her head. He pierced his claws into her head, and he made sure he shabbily tore her head apart. It was a total mess; a gory scene, and I swiftly closed my eyes; I just couldn't behold the mess.

Her hand swag towards the glass slitting the wine on the stud looking Veronica. Stop! There was a beeping slience followed by a heavy breathing and heart beat sound. The moon flashed red as Lily held her head, screaming. Her vision twisting showing after-mark- shadows . She could her the stop of the royalty music stop, most people were panicking. Her vision capture the sight of two weeping pink haired ladies, her system and.... Veronica?! Not able to pick what's happening, she blank out. . . . "Ghaaaaaah !" She blink her eyes in surprise nearly missing and attack for a human-zombie-like monster.

They laugh which makes Malisha ready to say another spell. She starts rattling the spell, and the ground shakes. “Why can’t you just calm down?” Another voice asks. Malisha pays the voice no heed. She continues to say the spell. “Stop it,” another voice calls out to her. She looks at the anger, and what is in front of her, is unlike anything she had ever seen. Was it a human? Was it a werewolf? A vampire? She had no idea what she was looking at. She pauses in disbelief stopping the spell which makes the unknowns sigh in relief.

It bore the unmistakable mark of the Anti-Lycan Terrorist Group known as the Blood Moon, notorious for their attacks on lycans within werewolf territories. The video was a gruesome montage of violence, their actions narrated by a sinister voice promising more bloodshed and terror. My hands clenched into fists, and I felt a surge of anger and despair. The Blood Moon's message was clear: they had no intention of letting a single lycan live in peace within the Werewolf States.

Suddenly, Adrian realized that these individuals indeed harbored ulterior motives. Adrian expanded his awareness, and the sight before him left him speechless. The entire hall was now teeming with an array of ghosts and monsters. Among them were towering old men with only one eye, lanterns swaying on a single leg, malformed boys with just one limb each, women clad in white exuding a bone-chilling aura, and skeletal figures draped in human skin...

"Elias, she’s so hungry." "She’s gone, Clara! That isn't her!" I shouted, though I wasn't sure who I was trying to convince. That was three nights ago. Since then, the haunting has turned aggressive. We tried to sleep in the living room, but the smell followed us—the cloying, sweet scent of lilies mixed with something sour and metallic. We found tiny, damp handprints on the glass of the television. They weren't made of dirt. They were gray, smudged traces of something that looked like ash and formaldehyde.