Horror Sans Novels & Stories

I stumbled back and gasped, my eyes snapping open to meet Horris’s burning gaze. “Do you want to get yourself killed?” he demanded. Rising from the chair, he moved closer. His eyes blazed with a fire I had never seen—not even in his strangest moments. Fear crawled through me, settling deep in my chest. I trembled and stepped backward, but he advanced, closing the distance. “Ho—Horris, it’s not what you think,” I stammered, my voice shaking despite my attempt to sound calm. “Then tell me what I think it is,” he said, tightening his grip. The pressure made my heart hammer in my chest. His expression was nothing like the calm, distant Horris I knew. This was someone else—dangerous, relentless,

Ghost doesn't exist and evil spirits obviously doesn't exist either. ******

The omegas had quietly delivered large bowls of buttery popcorn, an assortment of fizzy drinks, chocolate, and even some gummy worms—because, as Phoenix insisted, “It’s not a horror movie without gummy worms.” Gabby sat squished between Seris and Rory, clutching a soft blanket like a shield. Cato was behind them with Alex and Tyler, while Phoenix and Lucian lounged side by side in front, feet kicked up, already tossing popcorn into each other’s mouths. “I still don’t understand why we’re doing horror,” Gabby muttered, already suspicious of the creepy violin in the film’s score. “Because it’s tradition,” Phoenix said with a mouthful of popcorn. “Besides, the first jump scare always tells you

They emerge from a hole in the ground, a dark and menacing opening that seems to be the very gate to the underworld. The Drider, an equally terrifying entity, accompanies them. Its appearance is a grotesque blend of spider and humanoid, with a body covered in dark hair and long, sharp legs that creak with every movement. Its eyes, a bloody red, reflect pure malice and an insatiable thirst for power. Together, Drider and the Skinning of the mind are the embodiment of horror, a sight that could chill the bravest of souls to the bone.

"I will kill all the members of your family if you do not offer yourself to me. I will bring you to the situation when you will intentionally come to me and plead to save your family members by offering yourself to me." Amara walked helpless towards the haunted mansion. She felt numb and lifeless for the happenings around her. The words of the sage begin to ring in her ears. "It will be the dark night without the moon, the onset of heavy storm and the shrill howls of dogs. There will be an unfathomable clamor present in the atmosphere, the unwelcoming cries of the eagles and the uproar of tumult yowls from everywhere around will be the indication to alert you it was the one and only day in y

Even though small triggers increased my suffering, I was good at disguising my grief and bearing it in silence. When I finally arrived at the treehouse, I noticed Hina seated on a chair by the window. My body was bathed in goosebumps as I approached cautiously from behind, but I summoned the fortitude not to leave. Hina stretched her neck abnormally to face me, her body unmoved and unaffected. Hina was clearly not herself; her white eyes were locked on me, giving me the creepy feeling that she could swallow me alive. "Hello, Sansa," Hina said softly, her lips twisting into a grin that made me tremble.

She had told him about their scary and terrifying figures and their names. The one who was a tall and had gaunt figure with sunken eyes that glowed like smoldering coals was named Morgrath. Her black robes hung loosely around her skeletal frame, giving her an air of ethereal menace. Morgrath was a master of necromancy, capable of commanding the spirits of the departed to do her bidding. Seraphina had told him was said that she wore jewellery made out of the bones and cursed artifacts, which were remnants of her twisted experiments.

I warned and he laughed, grabbing my arm once again but this time more tightly. He began to drag me down the alley but I struggled against him. That was untill my saviour came for me. "Let her go." The voice carried nothing but terror and woe. I was reminded of the evil horror movie I had seen once when I was at home with Lola and Enzo. L'Angelo stood in the dark, his hands in his pocket. His silhouette screamed death as he gazed at us with anger. He took a step and walked forward into the light.

Trembling, she clutches onto her blanket, feeling paralyzed with fear and uncertainty. Sunny shouts, Please leave me alone! " But the spirits pay no heed to her pleas; their whispers only intensify. Desperate, Sunny frantically searches for a way to escape the haunting presence, her heart pounding in her chest. Sunny gets off the couch and runs to the corner of the room, looking around while hearing eerie whispering. She's scared to move, fearing that any sudden change might provoke the spirits further.

To her own time that stood still, and the distortion that none of them notice or even felt. The psycho draws a lustful smile as her golden colored eyes reflected her very image where time ticks, yet not on her. Worst and out of a fix horror, without a blink as no one of them had the chance to, everyone falls dripping with their blood, dead and rolling without their head. To the mansion that is being painted with everyone’s blood and the screams that exchange the bliss and festivity of the night. God’s howls as the storm that supposed to be a blessing, turns into a nightmare. As it speaks. “Shall I play?” asking, yet more like taunting.