Literature Horror Novels & Stories

there was no door, just a book placed in the corner. I was totally alone and I feel so scared. The horror tune played as I walk towards the book. I slowly worked up to it until I'm able to touch it but it suddenly swift away from me without anyone holding it and the horror tune strikes so scary as if I was in a horror game. I squealed and ran to the other corner of the room. I saw a shadow of a lady slowly walking towards the book but it disappeared before she could be it. I realized that it is my shadow. My fear rises up like a volcano about to erupt.

I apologize that this book is really short with less than 30k words in all. I plan to edit it at some point and make it better. I figured that a really long Horror book might be less interesting and would just seem drawn out. I've not read a lot of them but I watch horror movies so I wrote this like I would picture an Horror movie. I appreciate all those who stuck with me and read Reincarnation regardless. Thank you all. After saying this, I would love and appreciate your feedbacks and things to watch out for when I do edit the book. It would be really helpful and appreciated. Bonus scene ideas too would be great. Thanks once again.

Adrian’s voice hissed through the dark. Suddenly, a brilliant flash of blue light exploded to my left. Adrian had ignited his hands with solid frost, casting an eerie, bright blue glow across the dusty basement. The light revealed the horror waiting for us. Three shadow-leaches were clinging to the stone ceiling right above our heads, their smoky bodies twisting like angry storms, their gray wooden claws scraping against the plaster. "They didn't bypass the library wards," Lisa gasped, her hands lighting up with her purple defensive magic. "They were already down here! The Council is keeping them here!"

Blood play and biting Psychological manipulation Terror, panic, and fear responses Emotional abuse and degradation language Self-loathing, trauma responses, and internalized shame Body horror elements Death, dying, and resurrection motifs Depictions of Hell, suffering souls, and infernal environments Injury, bruising, and rough physical encounters Loss of bodily autonomy Heavy atmospheric darkness, dread, and violence (Adelaide) The house was too quiet for the day before a sacrifice. Adelaide felt the silence pressing against the walls, thick and heavy, like the air before a storm. Even the dust motes seemed to hang motionless, suspended between breaths, as if the whole house were listening

He barks out a laugh, making me jump in surprise. "What kind of witch are you? Can you not read?" My cheeks heat up more, but now from anger. "I can read!" "Really." He flips the book shut before leafing through the first few introductory pages. "'Demonology'." "What?!" I rip the book out of his hands. My eyes land on the first few paragraphs underneath the introduction. 'Demonology: How To Trap, Capture, and Keep Your Demon. A How To Guide On All Things Demon Related. Magic, Curses, and Keeping Your Demon From Magical Outbursts'.

All the doors on the first floor started slamming open and shut. Mike and Susan were holding each other tight in abject terror, eyes wide open jumping from one slamming door to the next. “Library, please!” I called out, leaving the east parlor toward the other end of the hallway. The slamming stopped, and my footsteps weren’t the only ones creaking on the floorboards. The library door opened for me and closed again. For the first time ever, I felt the electricity in the air all those Youtubers talked so much about. I realized it mean upset or angry ghosts around.

My heart was still racing as I shut all of the drapes and sat huddled in the armchair in the corner of the living room, furthest away from the garden doors. But trying to read now was futile. I just kept looking up at the doors and pricking my ears for any sounds in the house. Even though I grew up knowing vampires had their home deep within the forest, I never felt scared being home alone until tonight. Perhaps I was just feeling paranoid, because even though it’s been almost three weeks, thoughts of him still came into my mind. But they were no longer out of curiosity, it had become more like a horror film, when you know there’s a killer lurking nearby, but you never know when he’s about t

Flipping to the first page she skimmed the text. 'Vampiric entities exist in cultures across the world. Hysteria follows the legends of these phantoms, causing mass burnings and hangings of suspected vampires. Every culture has its own lore regarding vampires. These malevolent spirits would contaminate the living by biting them and drinking their life force to sustain their own.' This gave Layla pause as she remembered Atreus' elongated canines. She chewed her lip softly as she read on.

The hum of the lights, the steady drone of electronics—everything went silent. “Wha—what?!” Lily yelped, shooting upright. Her laptop screen flickered once, then died. The entire floor plunged into inky black, broken only by the occasional flash of lightning outside. Her pulse spiked. “Oh no no no no—” She scrambled blindly, bumping into her chair, then the edge of her desk. The shadows seemed alive, stretching long across the glass. Her mind spun with every possible horror scenario—being trapped, intruders sneaking in, horror-movie ghosts ready to drag her into the darkness.

“What are you waiting for? Do you need a bedtime story?” I chew back a smile. Settle against the headrest. “Why? Do you have any?” “Me?” “No— Weres. Us, I guess.” “Sure, but they’re bleak. Humans and Vampyres coming for us if we nip our teachers too hard. The gods of nature toying with their beastly children. Cosmic horror— that kind of shit.” “Wow. Do children like them?” “I didn’t. Had nightmares about them for years.” I nod slowly. “That explains it.”