Horror Ocs Novels & Stories

Those unknown creatures are following you and keeping eyes on you both. Ocean's eyes widened in horror and Moon also felt the same horror. Moon and Ocean said in union: What?

"The game difficulty has been upgraded. Only high-level ghosts may remain in Happy Home. Mid-level ghosts must evacuate the residential complex immediately." The fatal mechanical voice echoed throughout the entire building. "What?!" Nicole couldn't help but scream. Granny Rosa was the only high-level ghost they could currently access. Without her as a messenger, they would all die here without question. My father and brother's expressions flickered with panic as they paced back and forth, unable to find a way out.

My entire body was filled with goosebumps as fear continued to envelop me. “I don’t want Ivy anymore, Alexa. It is you I want now,” Oscar said with a creepy smile. “You should go,” I told Oscar again. I was running out of what to say to him, and according to the horror movies I had seen a couple of times before, engaging a criminal increased one’s chances of surviving. However, on a second thought, there didn’t seem to be hope for me. It was midnight and I wasn’t expecting anyone in my apartment, which automatically left me with Oscar.

They emerge from a hole in the ground, a dark and menacing opening that seems to be the very gate to the underworld. The Drider, an equally terrifying entity, accompanies them. Its appearance is a grotesque blend of spider and humanoid, with a body covered in dark hair and long, sharp legs that creak with every movement. Its eyes, a bloody red, reflect pure malice and an insatiable thirst for power. Together, Drider and the Skinning of the mind are the embodiment of horror, a sight that could chill the bravest of souls to the bone.

“Let’s go! Let’s watch it!” Sidney placed the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table then sat on the couch with Adam and Cameron. She gathered the remotes and navigated to the movie. Cameron practically vibrated on the cushion as she pressed Play. Sidney smiled to herself, drawing her laptop onto her knees. As the opening credits reflected in Cameron’s wide eyes, she brought her fingertips to the keys. The Horror of Real Life Life is like standing on a frozen steam. It may seem solid, but there is always something flowing and threatening underneath. Horror is that current under it all.

The sound that leaves Osric is bone chilling, his lycan form is terrifying, built out of pure muscle, with fur so black it’s like he is made of darkness. “Raven focus! This isn’t over!” Embry screams at me, while knocking a vampire away from me, as I stand frozen, watching Jonathan’s body falling onto the blood-soaked grass the moment Osric and Orin collide. Watching them collide is like watching a bomb go off, releasing a shock wave that knocks every nearby fighter back a few feet. “No, this can’t be real,” I sob, pulling myself up I run to my mate’s body laying on the frozen ground, staring up at the moon with vacant eyes.

He raced against time, his heart pounding in his chest, desperately seeking a way out. As he neared the exit of the rogue werewolves' stronghold, he heard Blaire's haunting laughter echoing through the corridors. It was a chilling reminder that his actions had only scratched the surface of the dark forces that threatened their world. Breathless and battered, Oscar emerged from the shadows, clutching the evidence tightly. He knew he had a crucial role to play in uncovering the truth, but the cost of his actions weighed heavily upon him. The fate of Aria, Dax, and the pack now rested in his hands, and the impending storm loomed ominously on the horizon.

As Grace Hill becomes the home to many dangerous paranormal beings, Scott pretends another is his mate. Hurt, Lilly shuts him out. Has Scott lost his only chance of a mate? And what threat from her past could send Scott to possible war? Their world has never been more fragile as a cult known as Disaster of the Otherworld intends to plunge them into chaos. I hope you will enjoy it.

On a rare day off, Olive stayed up late to watch a horror movie. The strange feeling was piled up by background music and screams, and there was no frightening picture, as plain as boiled water. Because of obsessive-compulsive disorder, she almost propped up her eyelids to finish it. As soon as the closing subtitle appeared, Olive even felt a sense of relief. She closed her eyes and her thoughts were instantly entangled with drowsiness. She was about to fall into a dream when suddenly the door was slapped.

In a nice voice I reply “Just had the scariest nightmare of my life. Why are you awake at 2 in the morning?” If I had of called anyone else, they would have ripped my head off for calling at such an ungodly hour. “Oh, you poor baby, its okay it was just a nightmare.” She purrs. There’s a short pause before she says “Aaron is over and we are watching horror movies, my