House Of Horrors Series Novels & Stories

“Exactly, some groups have experienced more hardship than others. This happened in their backyards, literally, for many of them. When they stopped the events from happening. Gods, I wasn’t there but had it described to me. How do I describe this? Fine, it was like a horror movie. Some of them recognized body parts and saw what happened to their victims.” “How many victims as you call it were there?” “There’s no way to tell. For us, it might take years to find out and we’ll never have an accurate number. As for your people? We do not know and don’t have the evidence to find out. I saw the faces of the people that came back and I don’t think any of them were emotionally or mentally unaffected

She grabbed the headphones from the nightstand and placed them over her ears. Saylor curled up next to her, and soon he was asleep. Minnow carefully let herself think about what she had remembered from the flashbacks in her nightmare. Had her mind played a trick on her or did the men indeed have yellow eyes? Maybe she believed they did because her brain perceived them as animals for what they had done to her? Rage quickened her blood, and the resentment grew inside her like a tumour. Death was the only punishment good enough for these monsters. Eventually, she huddled under the covers and gripped the sheets until her fingers hurt. She held her breath, waiting for the soft music to take her m

Little did I know that ten years later, it would come down in a windstorm that shook the house, and I could swear to this day that it was a twister. Now that I have a new husband who doesn’t believe in ghosts at all, not as many strange things go on that did when the children were little, except for a couple of things. Between the blood roots in the basement that poke through the cracks in the cement floor and spread to everything they come into contact with, to the shadow in my closet that moves in the night and has eyes that peer at me when I least expect it. There have been so many times when I wake up after hearing my name called out of a sound sleep. This is one of those times when ev

Larry got home that evening and felt sick; losing his Job would be the least of his worries; he would have to face Lucifer Morningstar sooner or later, and from what he heard, those who have faced him never lived to tell the tale. He had a thudding headache, eyes closed against the dull pain. The back of his skull throbbed like a whore's heart; he bit out a curse and moved his hand to inspect the damage – except that it didn't move. Something was restraining his arms. His legs, too, were immobilized, as he noticed when he tried to get up. So he was lying prone. The violent hum of electricity streaking through the air assaulted his battered head, calling forth a grimace of agony. A steady dri

Her head snaps up at our unexpected arrival and I stumble a couple of steps back. Horrified, her sobs flow freely. She searches the air in front of her by wildly swinging her arms. “Who’s there?” Her whimpers mix with tears of blood. So much blood. It trickles down her face from the two hollowed sockets in her face. Dark, deep holes are where her eyeballs should be. “It’s The Order.” I say into the eerily quiet house. Oliver quickly questions, “who did this to you?” His eyes roam the area searching for the culprit.

The woman screamed shakily at her three children and her husband who was already shedding tears in worry and fear. They run back to the house where Kathleen was laid down on a bed. Two women were already assisted by the lonesome man who cried rivers of tears for his dead wife. He declared her dead, because the monsters outside were Vampires. "Thank you so much, young man. I will never forget—!" Before Henry could complete his words to the grieving man, something fell from the roof as if lightning struck the ceiling, tearing the roof apart as it thudded against the ground.

"This is going to be interesting." He turned and walked toward the door. But at the threshold, he stopped and looked back at me over his shoulder. "The Blood Call was just the beginning," he said. "Tomorrow, the real test begins. I hope you survive it, half-blood. For your sake." The door closed behind him. I stood there, shaking, my chest still wet with my own blood, and I realized something that terrified me more than the Council, more than the relic, more than anything else. The wolf inside me wasn't afraid of Niklas Vollbrecht.