Horror Nights Characters Novels & Stories

The moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the deserted streets. Helena crouched in the shadows, the thick most of the night helping to conceal her, heart pounding with adrenaline as she scanned the area for any sign of movement. The air was thick with the scent of fear and the coppery tang of blood. She knew she was getting closer to her target, a rogue vampire who had been terrorizing the town for weeks.

Yvonne said. "How did he know am a hunter?" He asked collecting the phone and paper from her. He started reading the content on the paper. "Make sure you watch the video on the Phone after reading. NAMES OF THE SUPERNATURAL CREATURES IN STARDOM CITY.." Ezra opened his mouth in surprise developing interest in it. 1. Sharon Nicholas The Alpha. 2. Maggie Nicholas Her sister 3. Devina Martins The witch. 4. Tara Martins Her sister. Ezra was really stupefied how on earth did Oscorb know this.

I turned the light back on. The scream that tore from my lungs wasn't human. The attic was packed. Hundreds of them. Not just my collection, but things that had crawled out from the eaves, from the crawlspaces, all wearing the faces of dolls I had never seen. They were all staring at the light, their pupils shrinking in unison, a sea of black dots vanishing into porcelain voids. They didn't retreat this time. They flinched, but they kept coming. "Don't look," a voice whispered from directly behind my ear. It sounded like Lady Genevieve. "It hurts to look."

Has he drained me within an inch of life and now he wants to finish the job, or does he want to turn me like in all my vampire novels that I read as a kid? I don’t know if I will ever know, because all he does as I stare at him is smile at me with a smirk on his lips and sits silently cross legged. After a few more moments, he finally starts to move forward as he leans into me and says with a strange accent, “Don’t fear my child. I won’t harm you. I merely want to ask you a question?” He pauses before continuing with that slithering accent like something you would hear in a horror story or someplace in the darkest parts of Europe, “Have you ever wondered if the things that go bump in the

Scarlett nodded, feeling uncertainty grow inside her. The next morning, as everyone woke up and the sun barely lit the camp, Alex had already made a decision: he had to protect Scarlett no matter what. What happened the night before hadn’t been an accident. The gorgon who had almost drowned Scarlett was a princess of the lake, and although Alex still didn’t understand why she had attacked her, he knew there had to be a reason—and he had to find out. And that meant that, at last, he would have to tell Scarlett the truth about the supernatural world… and about who had attacked her the night before. Scarlett stepped out of her tent with Leslie, feeling the morning chill on her skin. At that ver

I now eat gross food, bathe in the disturbing water, do the chores I have even learned to play the piano. Tori's, Gabby's, and Rachael's birthday have passed and I still don't know Desmonds. Time has gone and come again and it's my second Halloween here. I chose to be Marsha from Marsha and the bear ~well I choose lost characters cause I'm lost! Gabby goes for a Viking costume. She says it makes her feel stronger. Tori decides to be Frankenstein and Rachel chooses to be a Fratello. ~that girl has a huge problem! And a lot of courage.

They weren't facing us and that's not what had me speechless. In front of them, staring right at us was Craig with Sally. Tommy, Colton, Skye, Paul, Owen, Zeke, Stone, Cash and a bunch of Vampires were there. They all looked a bit roughed up but I was relieved to see them relatively unharmed.

The Town Hall was open for a gloomy party, no music, no lights, just scary illustration sounds, black lights, candles, Halloween food, and beverages from everyone who donated to the party. They played horror movies all night at the movie tent, other tents were built to be used for a haunted house maze. Psychic readings, spirit summoning, tarot card readings, all sorts of Halloween activities were held at the town hall compound. Charlene dressed as Wednesday Addams. Even with white powder on her face and expressionless face, she still looked beautiful. She used a braided black wig and a black dress, exactly like Wednesday, and said, "I'm dressed as myself ... a psychopath," and laughed.

His muscles flexed under his tight shirt and his jaw tightened. "Do you really believe that the only reason I keep you here is because of your parents? I am Damion Night I don't do anything for anyone unless it benefits me and my family. Think about that the next time you want to kill one of my guards and try and run away." With that he turned his back on me and stalked out of the basement.

Too fucking bizarre to even contemplate, to even have been real. Still, it was funny, how the thin giant’s head didn’t seem nearly as large and monstrous tonight as it had when they were younger. There were other Halloween decorations on display along Brazier Drive, amid these sleeping Houses of the Holy. Richard noticed some window-cling mummies, and a bedsheet ghost in the trees. An autumn-harvest scarecrow with a pair of dullish orange pumpkins (whose fleshy insides must be turning to stringy, seeded mush with the warm September days) sat on the porch stoop next door.