Mannequin Monster Silent Hill Novels & Stories

Insatiable. We walked down the stairs and Julian busied himself in the kitchen. I walked over to the bookshelf and immediately, the hair on the back of my neck stood on end. My eyes froze on the open wall length window. There stood the silhouettes of six shadowy black figures, staring back at me. Patient. Ominous. Kaia growled. “Julian!” I urged and sent swift summon of panic to him. Immediately, he rushed to my side and his gaze followed mine out the window.

Flip. "He lifted me up by my hair but ended up dropping me again. I stumbled a bit, causing my already shaky knees to buckle. A loud cellphone rang, disturbing the chilling silence that invaded the cold room. The cruel hands that were taunting me seconds ago disappeared to reach for the phone. The deep voice of a man reached my ears, along with a very distant voice that was giving the final order to finish everything off. I thought about screaming for help, begging for mercy and praying out loud for a savior. But my throat was too raw from screaming at the top of my lungs already. The foul scent of blood was making me lightheaded. I could feel it making my nightdress stick to my skin as I tr

"The extra micro-pins are still in the hallway trunk. Let me grab the some I will be right back." The stylist stepped out of the living room to grab more pinning kits from the hallway, shutting the front doors behind her. Selene stood in the center of the room, forcing on the tight white dress the stylist had asked her to try on. The house was silent until she heard a pair of familiar shoes hit the floor of the foyer. The footsteps stopped right outside the make shift changing room, and without announcing himself, Cassian reached out and yanked the curtain open revealing her bare body.

For two full days, there was only silence. The phones stayed quiet, no unexpected calls arriving at odd hours. No whispers or leaks filtered their way to the press, no planted stories hinting at scandal. The halls of the building themselves seemed to carry a strange weight, an unnatural stillness that settled like a heavy cloak over every corner. It felt as though the air itself had been drained, leaving only a hollow pause before the inevitable resumption of hostilities.

anymore. I hated that doll Ophelia gave me. I cut it to pieces. But she didn't get mad. She just smiled and pulled out a remote. With a light press of a button, I started vomiting violently, my whole body shaking. Ophelia looked pleased with herself. "See what I can do now? I can make you throw up whenever I want. You killed our dad, and then you pretended to be some genius to steal Mom's love. This is exactly what you deserve."

If Moore had to guess, that poor soul just had his head snapped 360 degrees. There was a monster on his shipment, and it scared the hell out of him. He shrank back into the darkness, silent—waiting. He was grateful the door was locked. Otherwise, he’d be dead at the hands of whatever was out there. Could it be some kind of fucking siren monsters like in the movies? Light footsteps echoed closer. Moore’s breath caught instantly, his shoulders hunching. Then the footsteps stopped—silence, eerie and suffocating. Had the monster left?

The second I gasped for air I knew the monster had failed. Pain still burned through my neck but it faded fast. My eyes snapped open. The world rushed back with firelight and shadows. Aziel Nightbane stood frozen a few steps away. He stared down at me like I was a nightmare crawling out of the grave. My bones clicked back into place one by one. Skin pulled tight over the break. I sucked in a deep breath and felt the mate bond flare hot between us. It pulsed stronger than before and linked every beat of my heart to his.

For sure, humans had abandoned this place for a long time. However, he saw a dark silhouette at the end of the hallway, standing still in a slouched manner. Khairul couldn't see his face as his head drooped in a way that wouldn't be allowed him to peek. If not because he saw the figure is bobbing his shoulders slightly, Khairul might be assuming that figure is a mannequin or human-sized doll. The unsettling feeling is spiked up. That a human, right, everyone?

"Ash... he looked at me like I was already dead." "He’s a fool," Silas hissed, his grip tightening. "He couldn't see the sun because he was too busy mourning the candle. You are more alive now than you ever were in that estate, Rhea. You are the storm. You are the eclipse. Let him stay in his little world of dirt and duty." "But it hurts," Rhea confessed, a silver tear tracing a path down Silas’s chest. "It hurts to be the monster." "Then let me hold the monster," Silas whispered, his lips grazing her forehead. "I've been one for a long time. I know how to make the dark feel like home."

He nodded at Zee approving it. After a while Callum was calm enough not to shiver and panic. "Now. How about some juice"? Saint came into the room with another glass and this time he drank it silently. "Callum ". He saw Stephen sitting beside him with Enzo slipping out of the bed. They all settled giving Stephen the margin to hold him. And support them both. "What you saw was not a nightmare though how I wish it to be. This is the reason why I was against it in the first place to have a Human here in the den of Non Humans. Or Vampires as you call us.