Novelas y relatos de Horror Protagonist

A cold wind blew in through the window at that moment with spooky whistles like the tunes of a serpent charmer and it tousled Chief Inspector Eallric Hancey's black hair but that, was just the beginning of the odd happenings at that very hour. Eallric's eyes narrowed as he tried to make out the figures of people that were down - outside the building but he didn't just see people, he saw creatures - ones blacker than sooth, larger than anything he'd ever seen, with an average of three heads - and twice as hard to spot from the already dark atmosphere. They were tearing apart the flesh of the protesters - the people of Ingfalls, Eallric's own people! His heart froze and stopped beating for a f

They are both unreliable narrators. Throughout the story, Proserpina shows signs of having PTSD (post-traumatic-stress disorder) and is implied to suffer from DID (dissociative identity disorder), i.e. Winona. She also has a mild aversion to other people's touch which is why she was usually seen wearing gloves in order to cope with it other than covering up her markings. Ironically enough, she has no qualms invading other people's spaces as means of intimidation… now that I think about it, she only does this to people (Nick, for example) she knows who couldn't win against her.

They are looking at me worriedly, and some are shaking their heads. Dr. Jhero straightens his body, still glaring at me. His whole demeanor changes, giving a dangerous aura and making the air suffocating. I held my ground and tried not to be intimated, the loose strands of my hair that somehow block my face and my sight helps a little. Dr. Jhero tilts his head on the side, "Little Rosella Marie Hawl, do you know what happens to those who try to fight me?" "I know," I replied, almost a whisper. "You turn them into zombies,"

If she had any idea where to begin to try and find her mom on her own, she would’ve ditched Major Henry a long time ago and started her own search, likely with Zane alongside her. But she didn’t know what else to do, and so far, Christian had seen the monsters coming a lot faster than she had. It was almost as if he could smell them or sense them somehow. By the time Jo realized something was coming at them, Christian had already shot it. Even the ones that came from behind them, Christian detected and spun around and shot before they could finish their attack. A few times, he’d almost shot one of them instead of the monster, but so far he hadn’t missed.

Pushing his sword back inside the belt, he reaches her side and shakes her awake. It’s when he saw it, the stamp of irrevocable horror in her teary, bloodshot eyes. It made him gulp. Something unnatural has scared her. His hands itched to pull her close and run the arms on her trembling spine. Only he couldn’t do that. It wasn’t his place. He was just a partner in crime, showing her way to achieve revenge. He wasn’t the person in whom she could find her peace and home. He was the opposite, something she should run from. The princess of Alvar was slowly tangling into the web of a monster that wasn’t any different from the monarch of Baden. The only difference was, one loved to break the flesh

Bit by bit, they are getting drained to a point that their weapons vanished into thin air. The girl standing in front of them this time is different from the young girl they want to kill earlier. From being weak and fragile, she turned into a monster that anyone should be afraid of. Even her siblings, themselves. Hira looks at the attacker directly into his eyes. Fear is evident in his eyes. His hands were trembling in fear. With that, Hira smirks at him that sent shivers to his spine. “Die,” Hira whispers into the air. In an instant, everyone around her, aside from her siblings, are now gasping for air as if they were strangled to death. Soon, they start coughing blood and fell to the cold

Her mouth was stretched wide in a horrifying shriek. A wave of pure hatred rolled off her, so cold it burned the air. The chat stirred to life again. [Here we go! Classic jump scare!] [That's one of the manor's most vicious ghosts! It feeds on the players' fear!] [This newbie is toast! She won't even have time to react!] [I can already picture her getting torn to shreds...] But I didn't scream. I didn't run. Of course, my heart condition chose that exact moment to flare up. The pain was so bad I could barely stand.

“No Beth. I am the other.” Beth felt the coldness seeping into her, replacing her fear with morbid dread. Dear God, this was the one who lived in the shadows… She considered the option to buck and run, but that was impossible. On the other side of the door was Dr Casper, the young man’s widow and a room full off patients and medical staff. To run and show her terror was not the way to go. The lady in the shadows was here, inside the lifeless body of the young man and there was nothing she could do.

The red-clad female ghost had once slaughtered an entire room of players in three seconds, then hung their corpses upside down from tree branches with red silk, creating a forest of dangling bodies. The Scissorhands monster had skewered more than a dozen people together, stirring their organs with his blades until they dissolved into a pile of flesh. As for the warden, he locked each team inside separate rooms and released over a dozen ghosts among them, forcing them to betray one another in desperate attempts to survive. In the end, every single one of the players was torn to pieces. All the players knew was that the bosses' methods were monstrously cruel. What they didn't know was that tho

Ava's breath scampered as she helmed through the ominous landscape. As she walked, the atmosphere grew heavier, and a distant howl echoed, sending chills down her spine. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows – a silhouette with piercing eyes that seemed to gleam in the dusk. It was a creature, neither fully mortal nor entirely beast, its sight sending waves of fear through Ava's very core.