Horror Protagonist Novels & Stories

All he could do was make her leave. "Don't come closer." He was baring his teeth and growling menacingly, trying to scare her off. But still she continued moving closer. Why? Was she not scared? She had clearly seen everything. That monster he was hiding in him that he could not control. So why… why did she keep coming closer? She should be running in the opposite direction. Was she not utterly terrified of him before? Logically, she would be more terrified now that she had seen the worst of him. That he was not just a simple bloodsucking Werewolf but also had a monster residing within him.

I could make out spots of blood spatter against the back of his hand and the cuff of his shirt. “Well, my pretty kitties,” he said. “Tonight’s frightening feature stars two of my favorite fiends. None other than Boris ‘The Creature’ Karlof and batty Bela Lugosi.” He leaned closer to the camera and smacked his lips, flashing jagged teeth. “Any fraidy cats out there better hightail it, baby, ‘cause here she comes! Roll that film!”

Vampires are faster, stronger, and more resistant than them, but the fact that she lies down in front of him with so much termination, it intrigues him a little, he must admit. This is all the more true since her gaze indicates neither fear nor termination, in fact, even more revolt. It's empty. It looked like she was acting like an automaton, she didn't seem to feel any fear or dread in fact, he didn't see any human emotion in her. As if she was already dead inside and what he has in front of him is just an empty shell. The more he looks at her, the more he can discern melancholy like a person who has already suffered so much that nothing surprises her anymore. She is ready to face all situ

my alcohol-induced brain screamed. Aurora—this girl—had medium long, dark hair, hazel brown eyes, and almost olive skin. Everything about her was delightful, vibrant, and verdant. In fact, her appearance justified the meaning of her name—the dawn. How in the name of hell did she end up killing people was beyond me. Not that I was judging her, but the cruel act seemed slightly beyond her. I sensed that wheedling out of this situation would be slightly impossible because Viktor wouldn't take 'no' for an answer. If he had the urgency to drive himself here for this at 2 AM in the morning, he was dead serious.

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

Tanya really did a good job rising him to this extent without a father. ‘Okay, let's do a nice job," I communicated to him. ‘Turn to the left, there is are three women who are currently being harassed in the fourth room along the corridor.' he directed and I zoomed off to the location. When I got to the room, the women were still safe but their attacker was still charging at them creating holes against the wall. The attacker was unusual, he looked more like a ghoul than a werewolf. His eyes were deep red and bulgy, his body looked rotten and his teeth were longer than usual.

I couldn’t even see the wound on his neck due to his shirt collar covering it. If I could just get a glimpse of his neck, I could at least prove to myself that I’m not crazy. I know what I saw, and I might have been afraid for my life, but it wasn’t a hallucination. “I read your paper though and it certainly made for a good read,” he continued. He was searching my face with his eyes, just as I was searching his with mine. He liked my story? “Do you know who the protagonist was based on?” I found myself asking.

"You've got the wrong girl! I deliver food. If I had something like that, I'd be long gone from this gig!" The guy named Darren finally spoke, voice sharp. "Still playing dumb?" He crouched, tapping my cheek with the flat of a cold dagger. "We've been watching you three days. That busted scooter blows past every domain wall. Don't push me—I'm not in the mood." Panic surged. My eyes burned. My only real secret? I'm not even an NPC. But saying that out loud? Instant autopsy. He caught the fear and snapped. From his coat, he pulled a squirming, eyeball-looking item. Pure nightmare fuel.

It’s apple and spice, though nothing about him could be defined as nice. Still, I know down to my bones, no one else could have gotten me through that. Over the most terrifying, heart breaking, and still altering tide. Obliterated that phantom claw, like any other force daring to step into his path……. Hirosai Kurosai may be a monster, but he’s my kind of monster. The sort that all others fear. 33: Hiro -Unnatural Order

"You-You need to run! That's a wizard, Nat- the wizard." She finally seemed to realize that there was someone close behind her and she whirled around to face him again. He knew the picture he made standing there over her. Vampire Prince eyes glowing through the smoke and twisted black metal armor covering much of his body. His crowned helmet sported horns that curled up and back making him appear taller and infinitely more terrifying. He didn't really need armor, but he wore it anyway for occasions such as this. He enjoyed the way her throat bobbed as she tried to swallow past her own fear. She held up her trembling blade against him and his head tilted as he smiled down at her.