Horror Protagonist Novels & Stories

] The little girl's appearance instantly sent the livestream chat into chaos. Meanwhile, my own conclusion scared me even more. I slowly raised a shaking finger at them. "Y-You... You two..." [Haha, she finally realized this is a horror game!] [I wanna see her completely lose it!] "Incest is disgusting! She's just a kid!" I couldn't believe this monster would go after his own daughter! Furious, I stepped over and pulled the little girl into my arms. "Sweetie, don't be scared. I'm here. Nobody's gonna bully you."

Even the black and white coloring couldn't do anything to lessen the horror. Bile rose in Kat's throat even as she averted her gaze. Calix was still holding her hand, and he must've sensed her agitation because his grip tightened reassuringly. As horrified and disgusted as she was, however, she still knew what needed to be done. Plus, the last thing she wanted was to pass out like a damsel in distress in front of Calix. Thankfully, it was then that the hag's soul started to make an appearance. Rising from the concrete floor was a wisp of flesh-colored smoke, growing denser to form the undamaged version of the dead lady.

Jonathan warned. Madam Yvonne laughed, “For a preacher, you sure use curse words a lot. And like I said, I'm not here to blackmail you. I know that those people you killed were lycanthropes, and I understand why you had to kill them.” “You know about lycanthropes?” Jonathan whispered, bewildered. The young woman was forever surprising him. “Yes, and I hate them just as much as you do. What if I told you that I had a faster way of identifying lycanthropes? That must be the hardest part of the job for you, right?” Yvonne asked.

He nodded at Zee approving it. After a while Callum was calm enough not to shiver and panic. "Now. How about some juice"? Saint came into the room with another glass and this time he drank it silently. "Callum ". He saw Stephen sitting beside him with Enzo slipping out of the bed. They all settled giving Stephen the margin to hold him. And support them both. "What you saw was not a nightmare though how I wish it to be. This is the reason why I was against it in the first place to have a Human here in the den of Non Humans. Or Vampires as you call us.

It was the sensation of a predator entering the tall grass. Dante didn't move fast. He pushed off the window with a slow, deliberate grace that was more terrifying than a lunge. His footsteps on the plush carpet made no sound. He walked around the table, his eyes never leaving Halloway. I saw it. The "Blood Protocol." His pupils dilated until his eyes were nothing but black glass. The slight, rhythmic pulse in his jaw stopped. His entire body became a machine of singular intent. He wasn't the man who had kissed me in the dark; he was the Ghost Protocol incarnate.

She squinted her eyes to see probably. A figure was coming at her, a werewolf. As it approached her, she could see it now. It was Hayley. Her face didn't look friendly, not the smiling Hayley. She looked like she could kill. She kept coming at Hertha. The Luna refused to show weakness and take a step back. She was scared. Yes, she was but she was a Luna and a Luna doesn't back down. Especially not when an opponent was a female.

Yman flinched a little upon seeing its red eyes, those piercing gaze of the killer, it was almost identical with that eyes of that person who murdered their parents. Its wide-mouth was dripping with sticky liquids, and heinous-looking razor-sharp fangs protruding like inverted nails. Definitely, it could tear him without difficulty if ever it bit him. Regardless, after hearing the grumbling of his and his sister's stomach, he was looking at it like looking at the food instead. In his mind, if he won and successfully rescued the girl, he could get some food. And if he loses, then they would become a fresh meal for this beast together with the rich-looking kid girl.

I thought she needed me as much as I needed her, but I guess I was wrong. I walk in my house and lock the door. I walk into my room and curl up in my bed. Who would have thought that my family would return and my girlfriend would change her mind about the spell? Maybe I am meant to spend my life alone. What was I thinking when I fell for the first person to not show fear from the sight of me? Maybe I am just a monster like the villagers said three hundred years ago when I killed the Vampire King. I'm the monster who kills monsters and that's all I'll ever be.

Just as I thought that I would sail into the air, the tornado began to diminish, and the Wraiths, spirits, and other entities that had relentlessly survived it were forming a path in front of us—a path lined by their writhing forms. In horror, I saw a huge black entity in the middle of the road, but unlike Oni, this one pulsed instead of swirled. It towered above us, but it was formless unlike the slithering demonoids and devil dogs that skulked from behind the stalagmites. "What is it?" I shouted, trying to control the shivers that were causing my teeth to chatter. A powerful Incubus, Oni replied. It belongs to Alexis. It is here to guide us back.

The shocking of all was that the Monster that was like to bite after using its knife was not, in fact, alone, and it wasn't finished yet for its blood thirst. They surrounded the place while their faces was well-covered by a blackness-to-redness hoods. They have a bloody eyes that Mariya accidentally see through, she could only be shaken when she realized how strange was these people were. Her poor Grandma was a victim for their strangeness! What are they? What they want that they have to killed Grandma?