Horror Movie Esther Novels & Stories

Alexander gushes in excitement. "Okay I will come." Rushes Amara. She wanted to get out of the devil's abode some way or the other. Nothing he speaks next goes inside Amara's head. "Alex I am feeling very frightened here. Everybody had gone out to watch a horror movie playing at a nearby theater and I am alone. Could you please come home instead of the driver to pick me?

Those wide staring grey eyes, her emotionless mask of a face that was pale and perfect like a porcelain doll (one of the creepy Victorian ones). She was in hell. Why would fate be so cruel. She hadn't been that bad, had she? Her eyes widened in horror as a scream escaped her lips. Esther's eyebrows furrowed in a look of displeasure. "Charming," she huffed and then within a second, she was gone. Light poured into Izzie's eyes making her squint against it. As she blinked away the stars things began to come into focus. More precisely, Esther's living room ceiling began to come into focus.

a voice echoed through the darkness, sending a shiver down my spine. Esther emerged from the shadows, her eyes gleaming with malice. She was older than I had expected, her face lined with age, but her presence was anything but frail. "So, the Luna herself has come to face me," she sneered. "How noble." "Esther," I said, keeping my voice steady. "This ends now. Surrender, and we’ll make sure you’re treated fairly." She laughed, a harsh, grating sound that made my skin crawl. "Treated fairly? Spare me your sanctimonious nonsense. Do you have any idea what your precious pack did to me?"

Her words stunned everyone on the spot, and disbelief and absurdity rose in my chest. That abomination still wasn't dead yet? Joshua's face darkened. "Shut up! My wife is still here!" Then, he turned to me, squeezing a smile onto his face. "She's just joking, honey." Esther shot me a resentful glare, and I heard a voice coming from her womb, "Mom, the witch who killed me is right in front of you! Kill her right now!" Esther clearly heard the voice, but her gaze flitted away, not daring to move.

Then he saw what was sitting next to her. They weren't human. To her left sat a little girl, her body bloated and swollen. In the firelight, her skin glowed with the pale, bluish-white of a corpse. Her eyes were two bottomless black holes, staring coldly right at them. Ethan felt like his soul was being sucked right out of his body. And to Ava's right... That was something far worse. A horror beyond words. It was a human-shaped silhouette made of pure darkness, devouring all light and sound that dared to come near.

It's dark and cold like the North Pole. It was not difficult for Dominic to recognize which of these two women was Esther. She was wearing only a thin sweater, and her body was convulsing and shaking, but she still held the flashlight in one hand and tapped steadily on a thin sheet of ice. Her eyes were closed, as if she had fallen asleep, but her extraordinary energy remained. Dominic had seen her in many ways, soft, weak, angry, heartbroken… but this was the first time he had seen her so resilient.

Lucian, Esther, and two of his men then went to the inn on their horses. Back to the inn. Violet kept waiting for Esther in the room. She wonders why she hasn't come back yet. She turned her head at the door as it opened. Fear suddenly gripped her firmly, making her heart beat faster and faster as she watched Lester walk into the room and close the door. She quickly stood up from the chair and stepped back as he walked closer to her with a devilish smile on his face. “Why are you here? Where is Esther?” she asked, her voice trembling. He didn't answer her question, just kept walking closer. Her body froze in fear as her back pressed against the wall. She trapped there with a wall behind her

I picked my cup from where I left it and sipped the wine in it. Mason stepped out of my desk, pushed by the desire to know the end of this conversation and where it was leading to. The curiosity reddened his face. After the stinging after-taste of the wine burned the back of my tongue, I grabbed the second cup and turned my back on him. “Esther was killed by a rogue after she answered questions she shouldn’t have. Questions about your mother. Doesn’t that tell you something? Your mother doesn’t want to be found. Neither does the rogue man she’s with.

Esther screams in worry as she stands to her feet's. Her courage instantly vanishes when her tender gaze is met by her brothers cold, death glare. "I said it's nothing. So, you can leave now. "Derrick orders rather calmly. In a laboured attempt to keep his cool as he gestures towards the door. "Brother Derrick?.. "Esther tries to beg calmly but is cut off by her brothers loud growl. "I said get out! "He screams rising to his feet's and Esther instantly vanishes for fear of her life.

As Esther's body still has the sharp glass pieces embedded into it, Sierra cried out in pain and panic as the glass pieces pierced into her body. Sierra's nose registered the fresh metallic smell of blood thick in the air around her. She tried to get up and see what she stumbled upon. But her hands slipped from the blood that is now coating Esther's body. "Ahh.." Sierra cried out as one glass piece stabbed her palm, making her bleed as well. Slowly her eyes adjusted to the darkness once again and she was horrified to see a person lying down underneath her. Immediately she scurried away from the unmoving person in horror.