Horror Mlp Novels & Stories

Then, he shuts the door with a loud thud. I inhale a shuddering breath. That's when I finally smell it. Nytherin. Fucking Nytherin! Parasites, feeding on the fragile thread that ties a vampire to their fated mate. When Malik drained Hailey dry, she didn’t just lose blood—she lost everything. The council took their chance then, unleashing those monsters to feast on what little was left. They killed her soul, and Malik’s hatred for them burns like a wound that won’t heal. That bond between them was a mistake—an accident that invited death itself.

Suddenly Maya's eyes shone. The delegate's room appeared, probably where Soraia's aunt's cow would be - so she hoped as she made her way there and cautiously entered. Sergio and Malvina were chatting trivia-which in Lacrimal city would be about werewolves and vampires-when Maya glanced around a few times to deposit her little toy without those two noticing. Malvina may never have 'activated' her vampire genes, so to speak, but blood is blood, and hers screams when another vampire is near. And that's exactly what happened, because Malvina looked directly at that policewoman who seemed 'different' to her, and when she stared back it was as if she had said - I'm a vampire, look at me. Malvina,

“Oh, so you won’t come out? Fine. Then I’ll smash all your d*mn flowers!” He stormed forward and stomped the flowers into pieces. At that moment, I suddenly remembered something Lucas once told me. In horror games, players who refused to participate usually died horribly. Back then, I thought he was just making up stories, but it seemed like maybe I really should’ve believed him. “Sir, wait, don’t–” Before I could finish my sentence, the crushed flowers suddenly regenerated. On top of that, they grew larger and larger until the enormous petals swallowed the man whole. A scream rang out, and then silence fell. All that remained on the ground were two severed limbs and a pool of blood.

AS I STEPPED INTO the hallway, the pitch-black paint nearly left me in the dark, but I was used to it and soon enough my eyes adjusted to the lighting. Curved into the walls were vines decorated with spikes. The carvings are as pitch black as the wall itself, so anyone who got too close to the wall would be sliced open by the spikes. I wasn't looking at the spikes, though, but at the things hanging from them. Thousands of little objects hung from the spikes: necklaces, bracelets, watches, etc. I took every piece from a corpse the Nightmare Master forced me to massacre.

Father lord protect your son, what is happening to me, I stood scarily and made to run upstairs to my room when a heavy wind blew and my door opened automatically and everywhere became dark. I fell scarily on a couch behind me, I began to hear some horrendous sound after some seconds everywhere became bright and what I saw was the most terrifying animal I have ever seen. I felt like I'm watching a horror film. This is a bat in front of me but not just a bat, one side of it was a female vampire's face while the other side was a bat's face. This is damn scary. Father lord help me!. TBC.

Both of us nodded as Caliath furthered. “The Mistland Hollow is not a normal forest. The Dhwlarians' lingering presence warps reality. Paths loop back on themselves. The air thickens with alternative realities and false memories. Trees are carnivorous, and shadows are hungry. The creatures do not simply kill. They play. They are artists of terror, and they enjoy it, reminding the Hunted of what they are capable of.” “How do you know all this?” I asked, my voice trembling. Every feature on his face contorted in pain at my question. “Not important, focus on the information I am giving you. Hunted are not privy to this.”

“That means the Orderlies… the patients… they’re not ghosts. They’re hybrids. Twisted fusions of human and forest.” Devon nodded. “And now it wants a new offering. That’s why we’re being drawn deeper.” A sudden gust of rot-sweet air swept through the theater. From the shadows, Marla emerged — barefoot, eyes still black, her skin laced with glowing roots. But she was different now. More aware. Something in her fought through. “You found the altar,” she said softly. Emily stepped forward. “We need to stop it. Tell us how.” Marla shook her head. “It doesn’t stop. But it can be fooled.”

The next second, the Patchwork Monster tore the man in half. He tossed the body outside casually. Just then, a crisp, bell-like voice sounded outside. “It’s after work hours, who’s so rude as to be throwing bodies around?” A young girl with three heads and eight arms appeared at the doorway. With just one look at the shop, anger filled her voice, and her hair stood on end. “Who the hell had a death wish and smashed the Number One Must-Eat shop in the entire horror game?”

The smaller one gathered up the lighter things. I made a note of the plate number out of habit, and then unfolded the flyer and stared at it as they drove off. It was a cheap-looking photocopy covered with what looked like ads for horror movies that had been torn out of a newspaper, with hand drawn pictures of skulls and bats filling all the other blank spaces. Big swatches of text in old-fashioned fonts mixed with words made out of cut out letters from magazines covered the rest of it. Midnight Spook Party SEE the dead return!

My heart race faster due to the fear of the unknown, the growl sounds more animalistic than what I was thinking. There's only one variant of zombie capable of killing so rapidly, I just hope it's not what I'm thinking. I look up slowly, with slimy saliva dropping on my face. The horrible sight almost causes me jump out of my skin. Thankfully, it's not what I think it is, but nevertheless this one looks very dangerous. “What the hell is this” Mel mutters.