Horror Protagonist Novels & Stories

Its lips peeled back in a snarl, revealing gleaming, razor-sharp teeth that dripped with blood. Charlotte recoiled in horror, her mind struggling to comprehend what she was seeing. Was this truly her? Was this the monster that lurked within, waiting to be unleashed? The realization struck her like a bolt of lightning, filling her with a bone-deep terror, unlike anything she had ever known. She tried to turn and run, to escape the nightmare that threatened to consume her, but her legs were rooted to the spot as if held fast by invisible chains. The creature advanced slowly, its movements sinuous and predatory, like a hunting beast stalking its prey.

His demonic eyes flashed. Roy's head shook furiously as his feet moved him to the back and away from the monster in front of him. “No! N-no!!" “I'm after to say that I'm telling you the truth. Three mortals bore my mark, You, Michelle and Modupe. Mother was not an option, Michelle was strongly fighting against me possessing her body, so that left me with the last option, You!" “Why did you ask for my help then? Why not kill me and feed on me instead?" Roy asked him. He had to know what the other was planning.

When Horace faced the kidnapper, he was unable to defend himself before being knocked out. Recalling the man, Horace couldn’t hide his terror. “Alain, he’s not just a man. He’s a monster.” Alain’s expression grew serious. It was rare for anyone to scare Horace this much. “You won’t believe it, but that man… No, that monster… He doesn’t have a face,” Horace said, shaking his head. “Or rather, he has a face but no skin.”

His hand wrapped around her throat, his vampiric side completely in control, his need to kill something the most dominant thought in his mind. Loretta’s expression stunned him, halting his initial reaction. She was furiously glaring at him as if he was the one who had done something wrong. She didn’t even look the least bit frightened. He inhaled deeply scenting for her fear and there was none. She just stood there glaring at him, daring him to hurt her, confident that he wouldn’t actually do so.

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.

She found, beneath the chaos and the screaming and the fear, something she hadn't fully understood how to access before now: not merely the ability to lend strength outward in a single, desperate burst, but the ability to see, through dozens of borrowed senses at once, the entire shape of the battle unfolding around her, every wolf's position and exhaustion and fear laid out like a map only she could read. The third horror, she realized with a fresh spike of dread, hadn't engaged yet. It waited at the far edge of the broken wasteland, vast and patient in a way that felt far more unsettling than the other two horrors' immediate violence — something ancient and coiled and still, watching the u

He watched the horror scene dispassionately. Below the hill, the different species were separated into different corners, and I found it hard to determine what they were fighting against. Or was it each other? On the side of the magic wielders are dead beings. Skeletons moved, their hands outstretched to rip into anything close to them. Some didn't have lower bodies. One zombie -what else could they be?- didn't have a head, but still, it moved forward, scratching at whatever it got it's hands on, be it a wolf or a human. I closed my eyes quickly as the woman let out a soul shattering howl. Her howl died seconds later and I refused to find out why.

Anna responded as the person they were talking about turned his head in a weird way and glanced at them. "He is indeed strange" She moved her away no longer looking at him. Rose still looked at him puzzled. "AI3, I thought Zombies has a disgusting smell, how did Charlotte bring him like and the other didn't notice" She asked. "She did not do anything, it's just the protagonist halo that is on the Male lead" AI3 responded. "So the protagonist Halo is preventing him from being noticed. Wow!" She smiled with a trace of ridicule "Host, This is why i keep telling you not to fi anything to the Male lead and Female lead, their protagonist Halo is really scary and might be bitten by it one day" AI3

I forced back the dizzying blackness and made myself roll onto my back, saving myself from the booted heel denting the spot my head had just been. I lashed out, my foot connecting with the side of a knee cap as I fumbled for my gun. The leg gave way beneath the impact and the wretch landed on top of me, its loose hair blinding me as razor sharp teeth sunk into the front of my bare shoulder. A scream exploded in my ears, burning my throat. My frantic fingers brushed leather and my gun slid free. I angled it upwards, wedging it against a scrawny rib cage as I filled it with the last of my bullets. It - she - pulled back, the oily pools of her black eyes sucking me in, paralysing me until her b

He trained to command troops like a warlord, and then he had to become a leader for the people. "Believe in yourself; at the very least, you are not a slave. And I appreciate it when you take me to a healer. I believed my life was nearly over," Lora stated. She didn't care anymore; her clothes were dirty, and even if there was a man behind her, Harvey wouldn't be interested in an anorexic woman like herself. The presence of wolves passing the right and left corners of the road is not unusual, especially in a full moon pack; practically all werewolves are accompanied by wolves. The countryside is dark, and Lora frequently seeks light to alleviate her fear of death.