Horror Movie Esther Novels & Stories

He wasn’t done searching for answers, not by a long shot, but at least, it wouldn’t be like he was a fugitive. "Esther?" Alpha Killian fingers caressed the witch's pale skin, "Help me out, won't you?" Esther was a tall slender woman with high cheekbones and a perfect side profile, her eyes were gray that if she stared at someone who didn't know her, they would think she was blind. But she wasn't. She could see through physical structures, the spiritual realm, the past, the future. "I don't know, the future Is uncertain. I hate uncertainty so I don't want to help you."

His wrinkled face looked like it was crawling with countless wriggling worms. I shuddered and stepped back, whispering to Silvia, "Good thing I've got you. This place is terrifying." She snorted and suddenly shoved me forward, straight toward George. With an icy laugh, she said, "This pretty boy will make a great offering. You're going to love him." Before I could react, George gestured, and several eerie puppets stepped forward to pin me down and drain my blood. A sharp bell rang out, echoing through the night.

I ate my omelet like a ravenous wolf and when I was done, I went back upstairs to try to sleep once more. I eventually drifted off into a restless sleep and I honestly wish I hadn’t, my dreams were plagued with my fears. At the beginning of my dream, I could see Ethan and myself in the packhouse looking at sonogram pictures of our unborn baby. We were smiling and laughing discussing who our baby looked like the most, when Esther suddenly appeared out of nowhere. “They are here.” She yelled. Ethan rushed out of the packhouse, and I could see him now in the front lawn battling vampires, but he became overwhelmed and fell before my very eyes as I stood and did nothing. Esther then turned to me

Horror, fury, panic, and relief all collided in a storm that made my wolf howl softly in confusion. Esther lunged forward, ripping Sofia from my arms as though I were some monster. The action was swift, precise, and devastating in its emotional impact. “Mommy!” Sofia cried, reaching out, but Esther held her close, arms tight around her like a shield. I froze, stunned by the intensity of Esther’s reaction. She glared at me as though I had done the unspeakable, as though I were the embodiment of every fear she had ever had. The fury in her eyes, the rigid set of her jaw, the wild edge of her panic was unlike anything I had ever seen directed at me.

Esther looked so pale, her black hair neatly combed, her beautiful black skin still looking beautiful under the cloak that she was dressed in. Davina suppressed her emotion, and held a bitter painful smile to Rhona who stood beside her. "We should get moving now" The sun had set and dusk had already dawned in. Torches were lighted for Esther's last burial rites as it brightened the path for which her casket was led. Esther was taken around the Pack's territory to the witches cemetery where every Crescent witch were sent peacefully to the other side and then to the witches of the FrenchQuarter tomb where she belonged.

Esther yelled hysterically but Shane interrupted. "Then who did!?" He yelled "I don't know!" Esther yelled. "Someone was definitely with you that night! You are trying to protect that person. Do you think you will be safe?" Shane questioned. "No one was with me and I am not protecting anyone," Esther said calmly. "When you walked into the house, who did you see!?" Shane yelled. "It was dark and the rain had started to pour. When I walked into the bedroom, Nicole and her husband were dead already," Esther responded calmly.

All I could do was stare as it went completely silent. I was still unable to move, and I could not understand why Mom and Dad could. Was it because their love to protect me was too strong for Thorne’s dark magic, or was this what Esther wanted? Maybe they let them move so they could fight back, knowing they could never defeat her. Esther’s wolf pushed herself up and turned around. I could see the blood dripping from her muzzle. Instead of going after the little girl, she decided to retreat. Her movements were uneven, shaky, and there was no more energy left. Whatever injury she had sustained in those final moments had done real damage. Her claws scraped against the ground in one final attemp

Steven told Mateo. Mateo pulled his eyebrows together, “Wait – if she passed away – who was he trying to reach? Her family?” He asked. “Esther didn’t have a family. She died alone in her house. Although, I did find something interesting. Esther had a child,” Steven told Mateo, making him go stiff. Mateo didn’t need to know anything else – he understood everything. He had the file open, but he slammed it shut and cursed loudly before he pushed the file back and angrily got on his feet.

Esther chuckled softly, took her clothes, and headed into the bathroom to soak in the tub. Just as she slid into the bathtub, Judy’s call came through. “Esther, where are you now?” “In the tub, soaking!” While speaking, Esther lifted her foot and kicked a rose floating on the water’s surface. “What’s up? I can even hear you breathing through the phone. What’s going on? You’re not calling me from bed, are you?” “Where exactly are you soaking?” Hearing the word ‘soaking,’ the person on the other end grew even more nervous. “Did you drink? Where are you? I’m coming over right now. Esther, whatever you do, don’t let anyone take you home. No one is allowed!”

The Invisible Man. The librarian smiled. “Oh, yes,” she chuckled. “For Halloween, you know.” I thought of James West out for a stroll at midnight in the fog. “You wouldn’t happen to have anything in that index about an old TV show? Saturday Nightmares?” She pursed her lips slightly and walked out from behind the desk to a large wooden cabinet full of small drawers. She glanced at her watch, then pulled out one of the drawers and shuffled through the tiny cards inside, pausing once to pull out a card, then another a few seconds later.