Horrorshift Chara Novels & Stories

Staring straight into those two bloody holes, their sanity plummeted. "Who ate my eyeball-popping candy? I'm taking an eye for an eye!" She slowly extended her hand. The player in front of her lost control, watching in terror as his own hand reached toward his eyes. The next instant, furious howling echoed again from behind. "My spicy human jerky!" The siren boss appeared at the entrance, carrying a crate of deep-sea treasure. When she saw her carefully ordered jerky trampled like trash, black mist erupted from behind her as she let out a soul-rending screech.

“Begging won’t help. When we get back to the real world, I’ll beat you to death!” In the horror game, players couldn’t attack other players, or they would suffer backlash. But in the real world, there were no such rules. “Just right, I’m hungry. I’ll try the burrito you made.” Jack grabbed the deluxe burrito and stuffed it into his mouth. But he suddenly bit into something foreign. He spat it out and found a severed finger. Terrified, he immediately threw the burrito away and slapped me several times. “Damn it, who told you to put something like this inside?”

Her face heated, and she averted her sight. The YHRA, as I recently realized, is very different from Lesley. Yhra has a distinctive appearance, including a sharp nose, pouty lips, and pale complexion. "W-what? Don't talk in such a snooty tone." As I caress her cheeks, I can't help but smile.

A loud explosion could be heard just as she finished speaking. Higurashi Shrine’s main building broke apart from the center. A human figure charged out like a sword. This person charged up to a thousand meters in the air and hovered there. Under the bright bloody light, Alex Rockefeller could see this person had dark hair, and his entire face glowed with a red light. Endless blood energy surrounded his body. He looked like an unsheathed blood sword. ‘This is Blood Shura’s aura!’ Alex felt stunned. Meanwhile, the Soul Collection Coffin that was already vibrating non-stop in his mind palace now vibrated at an even higher frequency. It felt as if it would rush out from him at any moment.

It'd be a miracle if I was to ever survive this. "Look Jaxon, shes morph shifted." The first male says. He looks to have dark hair since there's no lighting other than the opening at the cave to show me what colour but it's dark that's for sure. He's tall and by the feel of his grip on my arm he's strong too. I look over to the other male and see he has lighter hair, but not light enough to be blonde. He's standing near the entrance. Hes tall and muscular by the looks of the silhouette he's showing from what little light we do have.

"He was one bad motherfucker. I'm gonna kill Teo for what he did to my brother." I understood revenge. "Good." He gave me a chin nod. "Now it's your turn. I wanna see." Shifting was a type of magic older than time. It required little concentration because it was as natural as breathing. Beastkind children first shifted at about two weeks old. I grabbed the side of the couch, leaning heavily on it. Removing my clothes was essential. It didn't bother me because nudity was a fact of life with beastkind. Rondy was human, though. "You got a problem with a little flesh? Because I can't do it with my clothes on."

A new Warrior will not intentionally harm someone they love, but accidents involving unaccustomed strength, claws, and teeth happen. The most important thing is to limit mood fluctuations and stress. Tonight, just forty-eight hours after her first shift, I'm taking Marinah into a situation that ticks all the wrong boxes. Axel thinks it's a mistake and I'm not far behind him. Physically, Marinah is doing great. It's her mental strength I'm worried about. She has little warning when she shifts, but I'm pleasantly surprised at her ability to push back the K-5 when it attacks. She's amazing and we only need her to hold it together for an hour at the funeral.

“Even the parasite. It’s got a name, but it wants to be Kujo because that’s what you call it.” “Does it have anything like a gender? I hate using it.” “Guess you may use him, because his energy is sort of masculine.” “Why were you so horrified when you first saw him?” She searched for something on her phone and showed me a picture that froze me where I stood. It was a nightmarish mix of a monstrous skeleton dog with the Alien from the movie franchise. “That’s kinda what I saw,” she said, retrieving her phone to search for something else. “And this is what he would look like for you if he could.”

Morat bowed, his face showing sincere loyalty. Siron wanted to scream a warning. Don’t trust him! But this was the past. It had already happened. The scenes shifted again, faster now, like fragments of a nightmare. Morat leading Alaric’s armies, waging war against enemies. He fought with gallant bravery, his body moving with speed and strength beyond that of a normal man. In the heat of battle, his body changed, growing larger, skin hardening into scales, claws sprouting from his hands. His true shifter form. He rampaged across the battlefield, tearing through enemies, but always returned to human form once the fighting ceased. Alaric’s forces won because of him.