Horror Ocs Novels & Stories

Occisor widens his eyes for a few seconds, but does not stop her from continuing to hug him. A great storm begins outside the base, at every moment lightning and thunder cut through the sky and illuminate the room through the window gaps causing Sasha to squeeze him even tighter. Occisor holds her at the waist and pulls her away just a little to look at her face. Her eyes are closed tight, her mouth a little open. She fears thunder. As if hypnotized, he cannot turn his eyes away from Sasha's small, heart-shaped lips, and as if they were magnets, he also closes his eyes and slowly touches her lips with his own.

Terrifying" which was released in 1982. Well, it sounds weird. Let's play it!" Hayle was about to put the cassette into the player and brought it closer to the microphone on the podium. "Wait!" Tony walked quickly over to Hayle. "Where did you get this?" Hayle gave Tony a strange look, "From Corrine. Why?" "May I see it?" asked Tony. "Sure." Hayle handed the tape to Tony. Tony looked at the tape carefully. He sensed something was wrong. "You'd better not play it." "Why?" asked Hayle.

Oscar's eyebrows wrinkled right up when he heard they were going deeper into the forest, "It's dangerous to go inside, Maxwell, helicopters and boats can get into trouble in that place, you and Robin will just have to walk in, I'll prepare insect repellent powder for you, you'll have it with you when the time comes." Oscar had lived in that place for many years and was still familiar with the poisonous insects there. He touched his arm, his tone was trembling slightly, "Maxwell, I remember that there is a very scary bug in the depths of the forest, when it bites, a person's skin will fall off in large chunks, completely changing its appearance, the information of that kind of venomous bug is

"Oscar, you're turning into…" "I'm not a zombie!" Oscar looked up. The blood-soaked color drained from his face as dark blue veins surfaced beneath his pale skin. A sharp, eerie light burst from his eyes. "I'm not! I don't wanna become a zombie! Please, save me! I wanna live!" He rushed toward the group. With every step, his expression grew more twisted. The black in his pupils was swallowed up, turning into a cloudy gray-white. The desperation to survive in his eyes slowly morphed into the excitement of spotting food.

"Shit!" I clung to my Phantom Scooter's half-dead handlebars, flying over a hallway smeared with who-knows-what slime. Dashboard screamed in blood-red: 00:59. A literal death timer. "Overtime termination! Terminate my ass!" I roasted the system six ways to hell and floored it like I was chasing a warp zone. Third floor. Haunted High. The emergency lights flickered puke green over a ghost girl brushing her hair, back turned, dress in tatters.

He obviously will kill her if he found her and she didn't imagine how he will kill her. Her whole body shivered when she heard the gate of chamber once again opening, and instantly she felt a fear engraving in her, a powerful aura hit her. After all she was just a mere omega, she couldn't even survive Alpha's aura then it was a damned vampire who was way too powerful than even the alphas. He stepped inside and she heard him unfastening his cloak before pulling his coat off his body when once again the gate was opened and she narrowed her eyes. This time it was some woman's feet wearing extravagant dress dusting the carpeted floor with each step she took inside the chamber.

Oscar’s POV The night air was thick with frost and tension, each breath burning in his lungs as Solstice stirred beneath him, muscles coiling like steel springs. The rogues were already moving with the cunning of desperation, slipping through shadows, teeth bared, eyes glowing with intelligence and malice. The first wave surged suddenly, teeth flashing in the moonlight, claws scraping the frozen earth, and Oscar felt Solstice tighten, senses erupting into a symphony of awareness that far outstripped human comprehension. Every shift of weight, every subtle ripple of muscle in the rogues was immediately registered, every potential strike calculated before it even occurred. He lunged, twisting

I could feel something staring at me from the darkness behind my back. “He’s here…” I forced myself to stay calm long enough to ask, “Who?” “The boss. The most terrifying existence in the horror game.” I nearly forgot how to breathe. My head turned, mechanically, like rusted machinery grinding into motion. In the distance stood a man dressed in black robes. Half of his face was hidden beneath a bronze mask as he silently watched us. Every step he took caused the mandrake flowers embroidered on the curtains to glow brighter. By the time he got to the center of the stage, black-red liquid began dripping from the flowers, releasing a thick metallic stench into the air. With a raise of his hand,

Then the horror roared. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! The sound shattered valleys. Destroyed cliffs. Sent shockwaves across continents. But this time— nobody stepped back. Not the armies. Not the heirs. Not the guardians. Nobody. Because for the first time— the horror looked afraid. Actually afraid. Honestly? Fair. Very fair. Reasonable actually. Then the creature moved. Fast. Far too fast. Its massive hand shot toward Thomas. Reality exploded around it. The sky tore open. Mountains cracked.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself inside a game world. The title "Family of Four" screamed wholesome parenting sim to me. I quietly looked around at the other players who had entered with me. A lot of them were terrified of this new environment, and several men were cursing loudly. Among the crowd, a veteran player named Mike Bates started explaining the situation. "This is an infinite horror game. The only way to clear it and revive is by getting an SSS rating. Otherwise, you will be killed by the boss." "How do you even get that kind of rating?" a college girl asked.