Male.horror Characters Novels & Stories

I swallowed my fear and looked up. Ronnie stood beside the bed, a body sprawled before her, still twitching as she held a gun to its head. The man's chest was punctured in three places and purplish fluid seeped out, his HG tainted blood staining the floral sheets. He was as good as gone, the shade too. I followed her gaze and understood why she'd frozen. Her eyes were locked on Stan. Her husband had a weaponless Mike cornered in the kitchen. He was swinging a shard of glass the size of his forearm, it's thickest end dripping with the blood from his sliced hand.

I swallowed hard and watched the black suit men who gathered around me. I dragged my body back away from them as they were stepping towards me. “What do you want?” I cried out and tears gathered in my eyes. “You!” A dangerous and dark voice echoed in the room. Slowly, men parted on either side of the room, making room for that man. A chill ran down my spine when he stepped in front of me, tall and dark. Luther Spraggins! He towered over me, his black and polished shoes stopped just before me. I didn’t look into his eyes because I didn’t have enough courage. I feared him! He was a murderer, kidnapper, and rapist!

The pack members scattered, their faces etched with fear, their eyes wide with horror. In the center of the clearing, a monstrous figure loomed, its dark form shifting and growing. Moonlight cast an eerie glow on the creature, revealing its thick black fur, its piercing yellow eyes, and its gnashing teeth. It was Draven, mid-transformation, his human form battling the wolf within.

All I have is a second to think before I hear the laughter. “Ladies, you want to play doctor, with a doctor?” A male voice approaches before a face. Not just any face, but Gordon’s face, covered in red kiss marks. His shoulders are covered in tan feminine arms. I’m suddenly happy that I didn’t put down my gun. The only people that can save Gordon from death are the whores on his arm and Jack behind the door. Jack radiates so much heat that I know he’s powerful. If he wanted to, nothing would stop Jack from interfering. Though for some reason he doesn’t even move. Jack has something big going on, and my wolf blood was the only thing that linked me to him. He’s a werewolf and a dangerous one a

Twisted, hoarse, like metal scraping against bone. The shadows stir. The earth cracks. And Malik steps out. Jack stiffens, and though he had prepared himself, the sight still strikes him like a blow. Fury’s words hadn’t been exaggerations—they had been warnings. Malik’s body is almost unrecognizable. His once-proud frame is gaunt, twisted, veins blackened and crawling up his skin like serpents. His eyes are pits of void, glowing faintly red at the edges, hollow and yet burning with unholy fire. His gait is uneven, one leg dragging, but it does not speak of weakness. Instead, it radiates menace, as though every step spills poison into the ground.

“The police are on their way.” “And you think I’m afraid of them?” Malek fired back. He could hear the sirens in the distance, but he did not care; he was going to take his sweet little time. “Here’s what's going to happen, bro. I am going to paralyze you by injecting venom into your neck. Then I am going to suck all the blood from your body until your heart gives out.” “You’re going to turn me into a vampire?” “Oh, please…” He scoffed. “I have enough minions already. I don’t need anymore. Not especially one with extreme anxiety.” He laughed. “You’re too broken to be a part of my army.”

The candles flickered, casting dancing shadows on the walls, making the grotesque carvings seem to writhe in anticipation. Finally, a regal vampire, Lord Malachi , his silver hair impeccably styled and his crimson eyes narrowed with concern, broke the suffocating silence. "So, we have all felt it then? That… presence?" His voice, smooth as aged velvet, held a tremor he couldn't entirely conceal. A lifetime of carefully cultivated composure threatened to crumble under the weight of this ancient dread.

With a cloth stuffed in his mouth. He saw there were two men sitting on the high chairs. They were just looking at him but they were too intimidating. He remembered how much he cried for Adam to untie him, to leave him, to send him back to Stephen. Speaking of Stephen. Another wave of shock trembled passed his body. He saw Stephen was thrown on the ground. He was hurt. He was choked. And then he bit Adam. His eyes turned yellow. His fangs elongated. And he killed Adam?

Suddenly, Adrian realized that these individuals indeed harbored ulterior motives. Adrian expanded his awareness, and the sight before him left him speechless. The entire hall was now teeming with an array of ghosts and monsters. Among them were towering old men with only one eye, lanterns swaying on a single leg, malformed boys with just one limb each, women clad in white exuding a bone-chilling aura, and skeletal figures draped in human skin...