Horror Sans Novels & Stories

"Are you mad? If you have a death wish, go do it yourself! Don't drag us all into it!" Some of them even gestured to attack me. Just then, however, a robotic voice came out of nowhere. [Welcome to the horror scenario, Call of the Sea. Please head towards Sea Village, find the village chief, and obtain the Villager's Code of Conduct.] At that moment, a man with an afro, who shall hereby be called Afro, who seemed very experienced with scenarios, breathed a sigh of relief. "Whoof, at least this is just an A-ranked mythological scenario. As long as we follow the rules, no one's going to die."

My blade pierced through the dark, vile god’s shoulder right as Xander slashed across his leg, forcing him to one knee. The shadows exploded from him. He vanished. The mist pulled back. Silence. We stood there, gasping, bleeding, shaking. Then I felt it. Not gone. Just watching. Recovering. Re-strategizing. From the shadows. From the cracks. "I will return," Zerathos’ voice whispered like rot in the wind. “And when I do… I will show you what true horror means.” And then he was gone. Gone but not defeated. Not yet.

The building was still as cold as they remembered. The corridors were silent to death. Dim lights add to the chillness of the walls. A certain odour lingered in the dark holes in the walls. It was a castle. But it seemed like nobody lived in it. A faint hint of blood entered Max's nostrils and he held his breath. It burnt his inside.

A cloud of black mist appeared in front of Severin, revealing Horra's true form. Severin's heart thudded with fear when he witnessed the terrifying power emanating from Horra, as if there was an invisible hand choking his neck and drawing forth the hidden feelings of fear from his heart. His anxiousness continued to grow after he recognized the emblem of the Darkness Sacred Land on Horra's garments. "A half-immortal devil!" The nefarious individual waiting there for him must be avenging Tomos and Sachin. Severin's fluctuating expressions drew a condescending remark from Horra, "My name is Horra, and you will die by my hands!"

“Of course. Very serious work.” He passed her the soda. His fingers brushed hers. A little spark—not magical, just human—ran up her arm. The lights dimmed further as yet another trailer started, this one for something involving a haunted house, a mismatched group of friends, and a lot of stylish screaming. “Do you want to skip this one?” he asked quietly. “We can close our eyes and pretend it’s an insurance commercial.” “I write horror,” she said. “I can handle a trailer.”

Cassandra's POV "I'm sure the tickets will sell out fast. We're all eager to see the movie," I chuckled, acknowledging the excitement in the air. Despite my amusement, I couldn't help but feel frustrated with my friend's insensitivity. He refused to admit that the horror movie we were about to watch terrified him to the core. He had only watched it once, and since then, he had been plagued by the feeling of ghosts lurking in every corner. Even going near his bed filled him with dread, as he was convinced something was waiting to grab him from underneath. He knew it was irrational, but he couldn't shake off the fear, even after all these years.

DARIUS POV (8 HOURS EARLIER) I was leaving the packhouse after wrapping up a meeting with Tobias and Lucas. Nobody stood out to us during the morning training session as a potential threat, or traitor. We will go back in the morning to continue watching and observing. The walk to my cottage isn’t far, maybe a 15-minute walk. I was about halfway there when suddenly my wolf began to stir, and my body felt like it was being electrocuted. I’ve have had minor shocks and static zaps occasionally, but this feeling was radiating all over my body, and it felt…amazing. I was sensitive all over and I was smelling the most incredible scent in the air. Seconds ago, it smelled like pine trees and fresh sn

HE WATCHED her smile at him. Oh, how she had such a pretty smile with her short dark blonde hair and those wide brown eyes. She was in a ‘Pocahontas’ costume, a black weather with a white tip sticking out at the back of her hair which kind of confused him. Why was she dressed like that? She approached him slowly and he could feel her warm breath causing his face to flush but he felt different this time. He felt confident. She touched his hand, making him to look down and could see the shadow cast on the ground where there was a picture of a lion’s head—Barnstable High School logo. He savoured the moment, raising his head to look into her eyes which sparkled under the moonlight. He noticed