Horror Papyrus Novels & Stories

“Of course. Very serious work.” He passed her the soda. His fingers brushed hers. A little spark—not magical, just human—ran up her arm. The lights dimmed further as yet another trailer started, this one for something involving a haunted house, a mismatched group of friends, and a lot of stylish screaming. “Do you want to skip this one?” he asked quietly. “We can close our eyes and pretend it’s an insurance commercial.” “I write horror,” she said. “I can handle a trailer.”

The final blow that made her fully accept what her two children had now become was when Zack startled from his sleep only to find the entire bedroom engulfed in flame. Thankfully, his panic put them out rather than making the situation worse. “What do you have there?” I questioned, reaching for the papyrus scroll in her hands. She nudged me to the side with her hip, pushing back the mountain of books I had strewn across the tables splintered surface. The heavy scratch of thick paper hit my ears as she unraveled it to its fullest extent. Laced within the golden fillagree was a strange style of artwork that looked both ancient and beautiful.

Liam asked, squeezing my hand. “Huh?” I had to crane my neck to accommodate our height difference. He tilted his head to the side. I faced the booth where he took me. ‘Horror House’ was written in cryptic scribble on top of the door adorned with thick cobwebs. A dude in a cape stood behind a podium. His hair slicked back, and his face was a cake of white powder glared at us with his burning red eyes. A trail of fake blood dribbled down the side of his mouth. He flashed us a cryptic smile.

she opened the table of contents with anticipation and ran her finger through the sections. “Really a demon?” - Grandfather Yosha bulged his eyes in fright. “Uh-huh, Satan himself donated the tuft from the back,” Pascal snorted. After these words, the brownie was ready to fall into a swoon, he wiped his hands on his shirt and darted back and forth. “Calfskin,” the familiar explained, clapping its beak in dismay. - Survived, the hatnik believes in children's horror stories. Raven fluffed out his feathers and closed his eyes again.

Nabil and the Deadly Nightmare Nabil was asleep In his room, beginning to dream. His neighbor, Nour, opened the door to his bedroom and entered. She wore a seductive, sheer red nightgown. She approached him, smiling and swaying enticingly from side to side, trying to seduce him. She lay beside him, kissed him, caressed him, and they engaged in a full sexual encounter, as if she were his wife. After the scene ended and Nabil had satisfied his desire, Nour suddenly transformed into a terrifying demonic figure. Her face turned a sickly green streaked with black, her eyes glowed red, her teeth became large fangs, and her fingers turned into long, sharp claws. She grabbed Nabil by the neck and sq

The penmanship on the papyrus is fading, making it hard to decipher what had been written on it. But as my eyes scan across the neatly handwritten notes, my understanding begins to blossom and I tremble inside. I tremble not from the cold, but I tremble from the revelation. All at once, memories of the black mist strangling mother…no...Helen comes back to haunt me. Quickly, I slam the papers back down on the ground, not caring if it damages the papyrus. “Blasphemy,” I say. It has to be.

She began to yell rudely at him to get him up, but the boy remained motionless. Felicia Caraballo decided to approach him slowly and with fear. She bent down beside him and carefully touched him. He was as stiff as a stick and cold as death, which had come for him a day ago. Mrs. Caraballo was so frightened that she screamed and fell backward. The poor woman could no longer stand up, her fatness preventing her from doing so. She lay there on the floor crying with rage because she would have to stay next to that corpse bearing its filthy smell. "Even dead, you are ruining my life".

Father lord protect your son, what is happening to me, I stood scarily and made to run upstairs to my room when a heavy wind blew and my door opened automatically and everywhere became dark. I fell scarily on a couch behind me, I began to hear some horrendous sound after some seconds everywhere became bright and what I saw was the most terrifying animal I have ever seen. I felt like I'm watching a horror film. This is a bat in front of me but not just a bat, one side of it was a female vampire's face while the other side was a bat's face. This is damn scary. Father lord help me!. TBC.

I could Feel Perry’s sarcasm building as she took a steady breath. “You had unprotected intercourse with a delinquent guy who had no future, and now we find out that he probably cast a spell on you from a cursed book he had from his cult?! What’s next? Are you going to tell me you’ll transform into this mythical being that teleports using shadows?! This is too freaky, Shyne! Oh my goodness!”

But due to the old age, the part of the leather had turned dusty, causing it to crack and peel off. Rose who was handed the book slowly opened the book that made a slight cracking noise. She stared at the old yellow pages, opening it to find that the book had not only been hand written but also had drawn. There was a vampire in the first page, drawn by hand, their figure, features, and even the maliciousness was exactly the same as what she had seen before. It made her curious of the other beings drawn there, finding skeletons that could move and act on their own, animals that were dead but would fight upon a magic casted by the sorcerer.