Horror Protagonist Novels & Stories

What if that's the case and she can't make her way back? No way!! And even if she decides to turn on her heels and scamper off for her safety, she had the foggiest idea of the directions she took in coming down here. She may not be able to trace her way back. Now, it's strangely looking like a horror movie! The gloomy weather and eerily silent and dark forest, plus the blackbirds screaming creepily, contributed to the total makeup of a horror movie. And she is the main character. Usually, in a horror movie, the main character is the primary target of all the terrifying events that propel the story.

“One maniac with a machete shouldn’t break us!” “Just point me in his direction. I’ll kill it,” Argun growled. “But it’s not about him,” Tabitha said. “It’s about what else is in her mind. Charlene is terrified. She's sixteen. She’s hiding somewhere inside this nightmare. We need to find her. Now.” “There are rules in horror movies,” Odo said. “If we follow them, maybe we survive.” “She’s trapped herself,” Destiny said. “I can’t pull her out. She’s too strong—even in fear.”

It was a hauntingly recognizable scent that had been meticulously, chemically masked. A visceral, paralyzing spike of pure, unadulterated horror violently pierced her heart, overriding even the freezing pain of the massive needle. This wasn't an anonymous, hired mercenary. It wasn't a faceless rogue Alpha looking for a ransom. It was a ghost from their own world. The fragmented, chaotic puzzle pieces of his impossible identity violently slammed together in her rapidly fading mind. The horrifying, world-shattering realization of exactly who the traitor really was crystallized into absolute, undeniable certainty.

' Alice held her breath, but all she could hear was the thudding of her own heart. "Please say something. Hello?" Alice whimpered. She pictured Felix standing there in the blackness, wearing that same awful smile he always graced her with. Then, as fear poked its bony fingers into the back of her mind, she started to picture other things. Serial killers in masks. Monsters. Every protagonist of every horror film she'd ever watched. Was he doing this on purpose to torment her or was it simply the fear driving her mad? "Please... if you're there... just... please... please..."

They usually make jokes, and when people laugh, they absorb their energy. Haunters— An alchemist feeding on other people's fear and using it to scare enemies. Sometimes, they can use it to cast spooky illusions. Provokers— An alchemist that absorbs anger— either from a person, or an animal— and uses it to steal other people's strength, or temporarily copy their powers. Scourger— An alchemist that absorbs others' pain and uses it to heal and strengthen themselves.

“None of your business.” “But did you have to kill him?” Hunter turned around. Ludo could see the hideous face she was scared of. The beards made him look even more horrifying. Ludo moved back trying to hide her face. “Welcome to our world young girl. BLOOD LIVES HERE,” Hunter started the engine.

After the events of these past weeks, my guard has been put up higher making me feel on edge for the smallest things. I had only about seven minutes left to wait when I saw someone leave the car. He was wearing sunglasses so I couldn't decipher his face. Something told me that he wasn't a threat and was just a normal person living their day. For the second time, I decided on focussing on my game. That was until the man started walking towards me making me nervous. Was he here to kidnap me? Was he a shapeshifter? Damon did tell me that they can take over any living human form. At this point, my heart started to race at a dangerous level. I contemplated running away before any bad happens to m

Suddenly, Adrian realized that these individuals indeed harbored ulterior motives. Adrian expanded his awareness, and the sight before him left him speechless. The entire hall was now teeming with an array of ghosts and monsters. Among them were towering old men with only one eye, lanterns swaying on a single leg, malformed boys with just one limb each, women clad in white exuding a bone-chilling aura, and skeletal figures draped in human skin...

Given that psychopath personality, who knows if once he noticed my presence, he would choose me to be his experiment subject then I would be doomed. I didn't think too much about it. Other than the villain, I also need to avoid the protagonist and the male lead who is supposed to meet in a clinchè setting. Those two are both no good, they are also psychopaths. Although it wasn't as much as the villain since Mr. Valcarcel got the title as a villain because of his extreme means to use someone, the protagonist is also the same though much lower than the villain. However, for me who was just a small cannon fodder who died in chapter one, the protagonists are also the scariest because they have g

No need to do more, just a few pats, I feel myself with the monster closely linked together. I could hear his heart beating, and I could feel his breathing getting heavier as he ran. I lay on my back in his arms, which he held firmly in his arms, my eyes suddenly clear. Black and white for the background of the world. The ceiling and the endless corridor, and the people still chasing behind me. I looked up and finally saw the face of this monster, the white small scales covering his face, and the hair that seemed to be alive in the air. And his golden eyes reflected my face. The chubby baby face was reflected in his snake-like elongated shiny vertical pupils.