Mechanical Horror Novels & Stories

He should know how to fix this. “I feel as if you are ready to take me to school and teach me a few things before handing me, my ass.” “Please don’t tempt me. Stop, hold it, what’s that?” Her green light crept over the walls up ahead and then settled on the ground. “That’s what I was afraid of, shit.” “What were you afraid of?” “Whoever is doing this found a location that wasn’t cleaned up. Maybe they just haven’t collapsed it yet. It means it’s a perfect place to find some more gory ritual ingredients and supplies.”

CHAPTER ONE HUNDERD FORTY-SEVEN "What a wonderful reunion we have here!" There was a voice, and everyone turned their heads to see Belen Ace holding Alex with a gun pointed at his heart. The gun was designed specifically to kill vampires. A single bullet to the heart. And they are dead. They were all frozen when they saw Alex with Belen. Jamima began to tremble as her gaze was drawn to the gun at his heart. "Now, now, now.... Tell your men to stop fighting or else," he said, pushing his gun against Alex, harder.

Just as I wondered if I had somehow ended up in the afterlife, a cold mechanical voice echoed around me. “Welcome, players, to the horror game, Spring Manor. You must escape within twenty-four hours. Failure to complete the mission will result in permanent confinement within the game world. “Number of participants: 10. Difficulty: S-Rank. We wish all players an enjoyable experience.” As soon as the voice faded, the fog slowly thinned before disappearing completely. A massive old-fashioned building appeared before us. Wildflowers grew chaotically around the entrance, each bloom as large as a human hand, its colors unnaturally vivid. Scarlet lamps hung from every floor, while an eerie blue glo

Alien looking arms plucked away at any human figure that was within reach, while metal arms of a matching order crumpled into the very hull of the ship with a force unimaginable. Men were swept off their feet and sent hurling towards the great beak of the beast that chomped away like it was some kind of binge eating zombie that had no natural order of balance to its appetite. The sheer gore of what I was beholding was more than I could truly even comprehend as blood splattered everywhere as man after man disappeared into the clacking jaws of a beast hard to define other than nightmarish. Who and why had anyone ever made such a monster as this. While one great eye seemed of biological origin

My jaw clenched and I exhaled nothing less than the sound of a growl. Looking in my rearview mirror before getting out, I noticed the color of my eyes had changed to black. They only turn black when I let my demon out, the demon that craves the sound of screams, the smell of blood, the sight of fear in someone’s eyes, the feeling of their bones crushing in my bare hands. It had been a while since I had done any good and decent torture - Bradley and his group of thugs seemed like a great place to cure that craving.

Each one radiated a hunger so ancient it made my magic recoil, slamming against the chains that bound me like a trapped storm. Nytherion wasn’t a myth. It was a wound. And I had torn it open. The first horror stepped fully into the world, its head twisting unnaturally, a maw opening across its chest instead of its face. The sound it made was laughter—but not the human kind. The laughter of something that had watched universes die and thought it was beautiful. Kael moved. Gods save us all, Kael moved like war incarnate.

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.

This was the punishment. At some point, green smoke crept in without warning. The temp plummeted. I shivered, and he slipped off his cloak, wrapping it around me. "Don't be afraid," he murmured. Afraid? Not even close. My perception glitch had me kind of... hyped. "They're back!" Mia yelled. "Grandpa and Grandma are back!" The door creaked open. Two shriveled elders shuffled in. Chat Feed went wild: [It's them. The revenants. Nobody survives past this.]

One lock undone. The mechanical voice faltered, suddenly uneasy: > 【W-would the remaining honored residents be willing to offer your “Heart of Happiness” to help your family open the Gate?】 So that was it. The keys weren’t metal at all, they were hearts. And not just any hearts. They had to be happy ones. Finn and Susie turned desperately toward their spectral companions. But the three ghosts only shook their heads. “I’m sorry,” one murmured. “Our hearts aren’t red. They’re not hearts of happiness.”

Some resembled the limbs of a spider, while others had grotesque prosthetics made of rusted metal and cracked bone. Each leg ended in razor-sharp claws twitching as though controlled by some unseen force, gears grinding and clicking with every movement. This sound merged with the wet squelching of organic matter shifting against its mechanical frame. Where its head should be was a cluster of nightmarish features fighting for dominance. Those features were a wolf's snarling jaw, a goat's twisted horn, and a human eye staring wildly from a place it didn't belong. I'm Metallic mask bolted on the flesh conceals the rest of its face, and I knew for a fact I didn't really want to see underneath it