Horrors Synonym Novels & Stories

Fear. Then: "Impossible." Silence. Then: "The horror knows." Everyone froze. Then far beyond the prison— a terrible roar echoed through reality. The sleeping horror had awakened. And it was coming.

The horizon was a jagged smear of charcoal gray and bruised violet. For three years, I had walked toward it, guided by nothing but the rumors whispered in the hushed, terrified voices of dying scavengers. They spoke of a place that held the line, a fortress of humanity amidst the rotting sprawl of the walking dead. They called it "Haven."

His wrinkled face looked like it was crawling with countless wriggling worms. I shuddered and stepped back, whispering to Silvia, "Good thing I've got you. This place is terrifying." She snorted and suddenly shoved me forward, straight toward George. With an icy laugh, she said, "This pretty boy will make a great offering. You're going to love him." Before I could react, George gestured, and several eerie puppets stepped forward to pin me down and drain my blood. A sharp bell rang out, echoing through the night.

Very quickly, only two players were left in the shop, trembling like frightened birds. Their faces were pale with terror as they muttered. “This can’t be!” “This isn’t even a dungeon—how can so many bosses be here!” “I must be dreaming… yes, I’ll just sleep, sleep and it’ll be fine…” One was hypnotizing himself, the other had peed his pants from fear. I also smelled a strong stench coming from beside me. Jack had collapsed on the ground in terror, his pants soaked, unable to move. If he moved even a little, those bosses would immediately pinpoint his location.

" Fear is a synonym to her name, light is afraid to even enter her domain. The most evil form of existence even known to reside in a human shape. She is Heratte. The goddess which brings every beginning to an end. " Turmoil enters the premises as people scream, running for their lives. They haven't seen death from such a close distance before, Hell, they had never seen anyone or anything like that before. It looked like a stampede with people running over each other to escape.

He said, looking up from the ground where his eyes had been focused the entire time, and when his eyes met Alpha Jax’s I knew that I didn’t imagine the fear and horror that he seemed to express on his face when Hector said that. All of them looked at each other, they seemed frightened and alarmed. I couldn’t help but look at Hector and wonder what he means by saying that I am exactly like him. Soon all their eyes were on me and when I looked at any of them, they would look away and act like they weren’t just staring at me. What exactly does this mean?

My heart pulsed erratically though there was no pain, only like there was a strong powerful presence hovering over my existence. My eyes slammed shut and images flooded into my head like firing bullets. They came at me so fast and overwhelmingly that I yelped. With them came the good, the bad, and the ugly of all eras. It was the last one that gripped me like the grim Reaper. A few seconds of this vision, I realized it was just like the nightmares that I'd been having today. The terror of the werewolf realm being reduced to a dark abyss of skeletons. Was this to be our end?

He let his eyes slip shut and the darkness engulf him in its comforting numbness once again. Screams. Terrified screams chased him through his own mind. Cries and pleas for mercy joined the unholy choir of screaming voices. They warped and distorted, becoming inhuman and the comforting darkness began to ooze blood. Red dripped around and onto him, crimson liquid trickling down his pale arms and body while faceless horrors chased him wailing their terror. Kari fell screaming into oblivion.

The monsters coming out of the darkness around them were unlike anything Jo had ever seen before, and she’d been watching horror movies since she was a toddler--or thereabouts. Some of these things were conglomerations of mythical creatures--with heads and claws of one species and bodies of something completely different. Some had wings, others had horns where they shouldn’t be, and the one thing they all had in common was that they were trying to kill them. Or eat them alive.

“Did I enter the wrong room? Is this even a horror game? I thought I clicked an otome game!” Everyone was stunned, and just like that, under the players’ watchful eyes, he carried me upstairs.