Horror Sans Novels & Stories

No matter how hard things got, she, Geraldina Veraldina would always complete her missions. However the next minute she felt her resolve falter. This world… this supposedly normal world was… was a horror genre?! On top of being an unplotted world where anything could happen, it just happened to be a horror story?! “Zero tell me, who the heck did I offend? Is it Jackson? Why a horror genre, am fucking scared of ghosts for damn sake. It’s not even a slasher but pure horror with monsters and sorcerers. What the heck?!”

From the other side, it was as if a cold wind was blowing and enveloping the body with the icy breath of lifeless emptiness. There was no sleep! Yarsi groaned again. Vivid images of a nightmare flashed through my mind. At night, he did not feel fear, and now some strange belated horror rolled over, which he had never experienced in his life. But the horror is not that he could die, but HOW to die.

Aurora’s P.O.V Lucas's voice rose in a low, guttural chant, each word curling in the air like tendrils of dark energy, wrapping themselves around the room. Then Harmona joined him, her voice softer but no less potent. She lifted the colander high, and the thick crimson liquid sloshed within it, reflecting the dim light with an ominous sheen. The sight of my own blood swirling in that vessel sent a fresh wave of dread rolling through me, but the real horror was the sun—partially eclipsed, casting long, eerie shadows that flickered along the walls like ghosts waiting to pounce.

He says, with a measured level of sociability, and there is still this undertone of professionalism. I gulp slowly but is quick to school my fear. “I'm not a scarycat!” I chuckle with warriness. “I watch horror movies without flinching. You can call me horror absorber.” He stares at my face, not moving a muscle on his face at my joke. Welp, another reminder that my jokes can be pretty lame sometimes. “Well,” One of his hands dives into his pockets as he straightens up his posture. “See you tomorrow, miss Rivers.” He adds before turning and moving towards the door.

You were never been a fan of horror. Those nasty realistic CGI imprints in your mind and stays. There's no saying when you'll be able to move on. Sometimes when the situation is just inevitable, you end up sharing a bed with Lisa. Zale forcefully drags your body down to sit. In the middle of keeping you settled, he manages to squeeze out his opinion."Horror in broad daylight doesn't sound like a good idea." Lisa pauses, considering the thought before switching the genre of choices. "You have a point."

I never realized how peaceful humans look when they are in the depths of deep slumber. Just by looking at one you would think all well within the world, and maybe it is but not in my world. As I watch Sky sleep I realize two things, one being that I have finally embraced the fact that I'm a nonhuman and the other is that for the first time in my life I am truly scared. For the last few days all I have been feeling this intense fear, gut wrenching fear that at any moment one of the demons after me would come and kill the love of my life. Hence why I have been watching him sleep and basically following him around for days now.

“Sa piling kasi ng mahal nila, doon nila nahahanap ang kanilang sarili.” “Ah…” “Blue…” “Hmm…” “May tanong pa ako sa’yo.” “Inatake na naman ang curiosity mo. Ako naman ang magtatanong sa’yo. Kung isasapeikula ang buhay natin, ano kaya ang magiging genre?” “Hmm… Romance?” “Mali.” “Eh ano?” “Horror. Ikaw ba naman may kasamang sleepwalker na tumatawa na parang mangkukulam gabi-gabi.”

AS I STEPPED INTO the hallway, the pitch-black paint nearly left me in the dark, but I was used to it and soon enough my eyes adjusted to the lighting. Curved into the walls were vines decorated with spikes. The carvings are as pitch black as the wall itself, so anyone who got too close to the wall would be sliced open by the spikes. I wasn't looking at the spikes, though, but at the things hanging from them. Thousands of little objects hung from the spikes: necklaces, bracelets, watches, etc. I took every piece from a corpse the Nightmare Master forced me to massacre.

It lifts him off the ground “No” I’m screaming over and over again, “don’t do this.” But the monster won’t stop. Zac doesn’t know what’s happening but he can tell by the worry in my voice that something is wrong. The monster lets out a ferocious roar before biting Zac’s arm off and swallowing it. Zac lets out a painful scream before fainting, than the monster swallows him whole.

Something terrible. My heart hammered as I turned the corner …and froze. My eyes opened. My heart stopped. There, in the center of the hall Someone lay on the ground. Bleeding. Still. Horror carved across their faces. And standing over the body Kael. But I didn’t know which one. He lifted his head slowly. His eyes glowed. And he whispered, voice raw and broken: “Rory… don’t come closer.” Which Kael stands before her lover or monster?