Horror Ocs Novels & Stories

They could only gulp, and look at the dark sky with blank eyes. Suddenly, a loud howl was heard from the west, a howl so horrifying that goosebumps appeared on their cold skins. Everyone’s expression turned bad. “Not good! Inform the others, now!” An alarm woke everyone inside the H City Base. Everyone knew what this alarm means, and what it may bring to everyone in this place. Fear instantly reigned the base in the deep of the night. *

(Corporal Amanda) “Understood…...…”.(Specialist Oghar) The appearance of Specialist Oghar were something that no one have ever expected at all, and it instilled fear on every single soul that looked at him, especially the villagers, why, it is because Specialist Oghar is a 2 meter tall, muscly, scarred face, Orc. A well known fierce and blood thirsty race that always instilled fear to any known human. But despite what they known about Orc, that they were barbaric and just bare bodied the entire time. Specialist Oghar, were just an opposite of what they known, he is neat in appearance and also very articulate and well mannered, like a gentlemen and the way he was working on that t

" I am just putting a dead body underground. So that his unsatisfied soul doesn't haunt us. We didn't do anything wrong." He keeps murmuring the words in his head and keeps talking to himself. No one is around and only the song of insects can be heard. But it's like a horror song. If it was a forest with only crickets that would have been something else. But here, you can see only graves. And now there's a dead body beside Omi who has been killed, not a normal death. " Focus Omi, focus!! Ghosts are not real. And you are a vampire. There's nothing to be scared about." Driving his fear away, Omi keeps shovelling.

I wasn’t entirely sure how to respond to Lucas’ words. I just watched in horror as the scene in front of me. The sight of blood everywhere. I couldn’t figure out what was more disturbing. The dead bodies and blood or the sight of Lucas, who had transformed into some monster.

Otherwise, they wouldn't dare to mess with Blood king. But somehow, he forgot in this world; there was never a fair game when it came to showing your enemy their place. "Find out if David Xiver is dead or not." This was the first thought that came into Oscar's mind even though he knew this was not possible, but somehow he felt there wouldn't be someone so cruel other than David Xiver. If an ordinary person had seen this, they would die from a heart attack because of horror. But unfortunately, even a monstrous person like Oscar sees fear in these dead people's eyes.

Lucian cleared his throat, “ In six months time, we'd be experiencing a solar eclipse and according to a wolf from Hubert's pack, the feared Omicron would manifest,” A wolf cry was heard from the crowd and everyone turned to see a beta cowering in fear. His body was convulsing and it felt like he was going to shift soon. The beta was trying his best to control his wolf but he was overpowered. His wolf already sensed danger. Bones cracked and the beta fell to his knees before slowly and painfully shifting.

“You’re not an omega, child.” “Yes, I am.” “No, you’re not. You were meant to only appear as one.” “What do you mean by that?” I asked. “Like I said earlier, supernatural, but has to use people to do its will. Neither Lunara nor Solara can meet their objectives without using people.” “So…?” “So they choose who to possess, whose body to take over. You’re not an omega, Rhea. You were only supposed to look and act like one as a disguise. If you appeared powerful, you would have given yourself away and Solara would have killed you a long time ago.”

Their skin had taken on a deep, unnatural darkness, as if the very blood in their bodies had turned black. The features that had once been red; lips, scars, even the smallest markings, had all darkened. It wasn’t just their faces either. Their hands, their feet, even their most private parts had lost all color, swallowed by this strange black hue. Some of the bodies were even worse off. I noticed worms crawling out from their ears, wriggling as they feasted on what was left of the flesh. The sight sent a chill down my spine, but I didn’t let it distract me. I kept making notes, writing down every observation, no matter how small.

" I stayed silent, but that did not deter them. They started ramming the door. I pressed my back against it, looking at my unconscious mother in the bedroom, and closed my eyes. A living hell on earth was worse than any horror game. When humans start killing each other, they were more terrifying than monsters. ... Meanwhile, a group of bosses gathered in the empty supermarket, staring at each other in confusion. "Uhm, where's Ms Thrushwood?" one of them asked. "She's always punctual. Even on restock days when the shop's closed, she tells us ahead of time," another commented.

As for where he was in the dark of night, well, he was right by my food stall. The audience easily guessed that something sinister was going on, and their discussion reached a fever pitch. [The newbie is done for. The players have started killing one another.] [The scariest part of this horror game isn’t just the ghouls. Sometimes players are even more ruthless to one another.] [Her cooking might be able to win over the ghoul NPCs, but it won’t do much against another player’s longsword!] [What’s she going to do now? Can someone communicate with Camden? I can spend money to convince him not to do it. I’ll spend whatever it takes!]