Horror Ocs Novels & Stories

He asked what it meant and his mom explained the blood. "So she internally bleeds every month. Jeez." Demitri said. He never considered Becca a girl, but now it was too apparent to ignore. He felt terrible that she has to go through that for no reason. Demitri took a walk down to the grocery store and bought some of Becca's favourite gummy bears. She liked when they were bigger because then she could bite the head off better. Demitri knocked and Becca answered. "Oh hi." she said, hoping that Demitri didn't come over to hang out. She was in no shape or mood to do so.

For one suspended moment, the beauty of it stole my breath. But then—movement. Shapes on the shoreline. Goblins, hunched and snarling. A pair of orcs, tusks gleaming wet in the pale light. Even stranger things—misshapen shadows with too many limbs, too many eyes. My stomach dropped. “L-luci..” I whispered, my voice breaking. My body tensed, trembling from exhaustion and the residue of terror. I wasn’t ready for this, not again, not so soon. But Lucifer… only glared at them.

She flips to the next page and continued reading. MEANWHILE Devina closed her eyes and visions flooded down her memory. Doctor Oscorb could be seen moving aimlessly in his lab, trying to figure out what happened. And in another scene The huge Beast could be seen tearing a man apart. Devina opened her eyes slowly and nodded her head negatively. "Woe unto you scientists for you're the genesis of supernatural Crises." She said. She smiled stupidly and then frowned suddenly. "Woe unto you hunters for something greater than werewolves has risen." She said.

Her pulse thunders in her ears, and it takes precious moments for the residual terror to subside in the tiniest sense of it. In the eerie stillness of the night, Marisol clutched at the sheets, her heart racing wildly owing to the scare of the nightmare that had taken a few nights off, only to return stronger than it would seem. The vivid imagery of the beast persists even behind her closed lids, haunting her waking moments as she grapples with the remnants of the surreal horror that had unfolded in her dreams.

“It's time to wake up, sweetie...” The sun was beginning to rise, but the light didn't bring comfort. It only clarified the nightmare. I looked at the eye again. The pupil didn't dilate or contract. It remained a fixed, black pinprick in a sea of terrifying blue. As my eyes adjusted, I realized the skin around the eye didn't look like skin at all. It looked like wet parchment stretched too tightly over a frame that didn't quite fit. I remembered the "rules" people joked about in horror movies. Don't go outside. Don't answer the door. But what do you do when the monster is already in the hallway, wearing your father’s throat like a stolen garment?

Havoc did not bother to reply as he headed straight to their basement. He was two meters away when he heard someone crying, and Havoc didn't know why but he felt so sad rather than excited after hearing those whimpers. The sound of excruciating pain, the sound that was supposed to satisfy him, the sound of happiness for a person like him, a person who lives in the dark. And when the alpha walks further, the alpha can finally tell that it is a woman and an omega. Moreover, he could also smell the omega’s scent, and it was awful. He could smell the fear and distress.

When she was thirsty, she moved over to Ambrose's side and took a sip of Coke. Ambrose said that Coke wasn't healthy and didn't allow her to drink too much. Even though Ambrose was nagging at her, Larissa only felt complete bliss. Just as Larissa was eating happily, a ghost appeared suddenly on the screen. The audience was shocked and screams resounded throughout the cinema. There was even someone who'd upset their popcorn because they'd been too frightened. Ambrose looked bemused as he watched Larissa, who looked extremely excited. When they were choosing movies, Owen had come up to him and whispered that a horror movie would be the best choice.

"The moon... it's gone. The goddess has hidden her face." Oscar looked up at the black sky, his face completely pale with absolute dread. "This isn't a natural storm. It's a rejection. The ritual... the omen is cursed."

Harry sent Brooklyn a look. "What leads you to that conclusion?" Greyson asked. "I've been keeping tabs on him. Everything adds up," Oscar said. Greyson sighed and nodded. "And why did you not tell us this when we first questioned you?" "I was scared," Oscar admitted. "Scared of Ben finding out. He's good. One of the best hunters I've seen." "Well, there's been no deaths in a town full of werewolves," Greyson said. "He's not doing very well at the moment."

I didn't want to see them fight in this bloody scene I've seen enough and I don't want this to happened anymore. Soon, the darkness surrounded me and granted my wish. ................................ Third's POV From distant, if people stood near the cave on the top of the cliff, they must be thinking there was an earthquake. But the things happened inside of it were more terrifying than an earthquake. It ended as soon as it started. All of them freeze at their feet when they heard Oscar growled, shouting Lilly's name. The three Lycans soon felt as there where a blade piercing into their chest. Their mate is in danger!