Horror Papyrus Novels & Stories

It looked like spilled ink—the kind used to cross out a character’s eyes. "It’s a Platform Acquisition," Leo rasped, his Sovereign-Iron shoulder joint sparking as the new "Horror" code tried to interface with his remaining tech. "The 'Horror' publisher isn't interested in our redemption. They’re here to harvest the Tragedy." The Anatomy of the Genre-Shift In a "Billionaire Romance," the conflict is emotional. In a "Progression Fantasy," it is mechanical. But in a "Horror Manuscript," the conflict is biological.

Horror filled our features. Our eyes went wide as saucers. Oh sh*t! Sh*t! Sh*t!

hskk. “What is that sound?..” the surroundings were quiet, but I could hear a sound as if something was cracking 3:00 am At exactly 3 am, a strange black shadow suddenly appeared in the corner of her room! “Who are you? What are you doing here in my GF’s room !?” the shape of the shadow slowly formed and gave the appearance of a large hairy man. “A Kapre!!” (Kapre is a Filipino horror myth that appears like a person with a hairy body and a face of an ancient people)

Every one of her senses was enthralled with a soothing calm. “Damn it!” Damon’s voice from beyond the great hall. Pushing the door open, Journee saw him buried in mountainous piles of books and scrolls. She watched him hold up a piece of parchment, comparing it to another material. It is foreign. Something I have not handled in real life. Taking a closer look, she recognised it from her history textbooks. Papyrus! OMG! They have ancient Egyptian texts here?! Excitement shot through her veins as her hands trembled with desire. Briefly, Journee allowed her fingers to trace the outline of the hieroglyphics.

Pristine breathed out rapidly and handed a piece of paper to Phil, who took it. Phil started to read the paper, where it was clearly written that Becca didn’t have the vampire potion because if she did, she could’ve given it without any hurdle. Also, there was proof attached in the paper stating that the vampire potion was actually in the vampire world. He folded the paper and put it in his pocket, gritting his teeth. “What is it?” Alexander asked, noticing Phil’s expression. Phil glared at Pristine and said, “Apparently, Pristine’s research was wrong. Becca doesn’t have the vampire potion and the potion is actually in the vampire world.”

He scolded but did not make any move to open the door. "Are you guys nuts? You are just scared for nothing" Piper walked to the door and held the doorknob. "Wait! What if something jumps right at you? What would happen? I am scared" Hazel said as Piper rolled her eyes. "She said she saw lifeless bodies on the stretchers, how would lifeless bodies jump at me? Are they zombies or something?' She rolled her eyes. "Just be careful" Hazel added as Piper opened the door and stood against it in a way that they would not be able to see the inside.

Ang ikalima ay Western-inspired – kahawig nito ang white palace sa Lord of the Rings at makikita sa loob ang mga characters sa Autopsy of Jane Doe, Saw, Wrong Turn, Insidious, Conjuring, Jack the Ripper, mga halimaw sa Resident Evil at iba pa. Ito ang location ng photoshoot para sa poster at ilang eksena ng movie ni Blue entitled “Scared to Love You”. Tungkol ito sa isang lalaking natakot nang magmahal at nagawang maka-move on sa nakakatuwa at nakakatakot na paraan sa tulong ng kaluluwa ng isang babaeng na-comatose kaso sumasapi sa katawan ng kanyang ex-girlfriend. Nang nakapasok na siya sa loob, he was breathless and panting.

The people at the inn will notice that something is wrong. I understood what it meant when I saw Ryson drinking blood from that maid. Feeding on humans. On weak people. I had read too many books, watched too many movies, heard too many stories about myths and legends, liked fiction very much. Where humans and vampires didn't get along. Most stories ended in romance, hate, war and death. I wondered how my story will be like seeing that my life is now twisted with these creatures. Vampires. Just saying the name creeps me out. Chills running up and down my spine like waves on the sea.

In response to their resonance, from the center of darkness that he had buried deep within his being, images emerged that he had not called. He saw all kinds of grotesque and horrifying manifestations of death. An old woman with her tongue cut out and blood pouring from her mouth, which she tried to scream when she caught fire on a pyre. Infected necrotic tissue. Erich's cat hissing as he came to life in the supernatural moonlight. Skulls of animals completely stripped of meat by scavengers and dyed yellow by wind and sun. The last precious bubbles of oxygen escaping from the lungs of a drowning man. Viktor's own hands closing around Herwin's slim neck.

she snaps, then gives a pitiful attempt at attacking me. She has a letter opener and she slices my leg, hitting a major artery. I nearly collapse but my eye catches the blade of a large paper cutter. I swiftly jerk it off the base and spin with it blade side out. It catches air just as flames dart into the door she stupidly left open. It distracts her long enough for me to jump to meet her near the ceiling. I hear the blade whip through the air and the crack of it hitting her bone. Fresh blood fills the air, but dead blood that only a vampire carries. It sprays all over me and I turn away.