Horror Sans Novels & Stories

" I stayed silent, but that did not deter them. They started ramming the door. I pressed my back against it, looking at my unconscious mother in the bedroom, and closed my eyes. A living hell on earth was worse than any horror game. When humans start killing each other, they were more terrifying than monsters. ... Meanwhile, a group of bosses gathered in the empty supermarket, staring at each other in confusion. "Uhm, where's Ms Thrushwood?" one of them asked. "She's always punctual. Even on restock days when the shop's closed, she tells us ahead of time," another commented.

The sight of Serena's distress sends waves of protective fury through my system, making every muscle in my body strain against the supernatural restraints that hold me captive. Isabella places that terrifying blade against Serena's neck with deliberate precision, the supernatural metal gleaming with an otherworldly sharpness that promises swift and permanent death. The weapon seems to drink in the strange light of this transformed space, its edge radiating malevolent purpose that makes my supernatural senses recoil in instinctive horror.

Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | 18+ | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Pace | Smut | Obsession | Erotic It started with a kiss I don’t remember giving. A rooftop. A moan. Someone’s fingers buried in my hair like they belonged there. A mouth on my throat that said I tasted like something they lost in another life. I wasn’t dreaming.

"Ava, your player profile—" Before he could finish, a transparent panel popped up in front of me. 【Player: Ava Stone】 【Level: Novice】 【Special Status: Sensory Deficiencies (Face Blindness, No Sense of Smell)】 【Current Anxiety Level: 5】 When Chloe saw my profile, a cruel glint flashed in her eyes. "Oh, dear. Sensory deficiencies? In a horror game, that’s fatal. You should just give up. Might as well die now and get it over with."

Kael and Mara screamed as their skin split open, slow and brutal. They hit the floor, begging. "Yaya, we're sorry! We didn't mean it! Please—let us go!" I didn't blink. "The players you killed—did they beg too? Did you let them go?" Before I could move, the silver cross shot forward on its own. It didn't even touch them. Their fear meters spiked to 100. And then—screams, bodies bursting apart, souls shredded to nothing. No blood. No trace. Just silence.

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?!”

"I know we need to leave. But would you mind if I...?" "Take your time," he said, rising. "I'll be in my room. Come for me when you're ready." He left, and I was alone with the quiet and the heavy book. I slid it closer, its stiff cover groaning in protest. The first page I turned to held a chillingly precise ink illustration of a "Silent Scourge." The text described a skeletal horror with unnervingly long, scythe-like claws. Though deaf, it could sense the faintest whisper of mana, possessed blinding speed, and had vision that far surpassed any mortal's.

The one used in creating the zombies. He shone his eyes in terror immediately. "An X-blood is here. Master must hear of this!" He picked the maggot and a smile curled around his lips.

Blake linked his fingers with Melissa’s and they pushed open the big horror doors. Blake could feel Melissa tremble as they walked through the haunted mansion, there was a zombie, a vampire, a werewolf, fake blood dripping down the walls in a room with the girl from the exorcist, when they got to the final room, they walked in an saw a “Dr” with his back to them. He was “doing surgery” on an alive human, both were very good special effects. As the Dr approached the patient he pulled out “teeth” and a zombie nurse jumped out from the side Melissa screamed. Not a high pitched cute, girly one but a ‘Serial killer is after me and I don’t care how I sound scream.’

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.