Meg A Novel Of Deep Terror Novels & Stories

Her mind raced, conjuring up the worst possible scenarios, as a sense of dread threatened to consume her. With a deep breath, Ameera stepped into the room, her senses immediately assaulted by the heavy scent of stale air and despair. The flickering light played tricks on her, casting distorted shapes that danced in the corners of her vision. It felt as though the very walls were whispering secrets she was not yet ready to hear.

I'm sure he was planning to kill me sooner. I don't know how I should cry again, I feel nothing, and it's killing me. I'm sorry, Meggay. My eyes landed on the floor of the tall apartment. I grip my hold in the railings. I don't want anymore... I'm so tired... I was about to let go of the railings when I heard her scream. "Get away from the edge!" Meggay screamed in panic and my eyes landed on her. The terror on her face as she screamed at it, makes it feel nice and warm.

“If you could dive any further, you’d reach the Meikai Abyss, named after the Underworld. At thirty-six thousand feet, it’s the deepest known point on our planet. At that depth almost all creatures are a pale red or cream color, including the tenguzame, the goblin shark. No blue Slayer has seen the Meikai Abyss. We only know it exists by having lowered thousands of fathoms of wheke rope as a sounding line and through rare interactions with deep-sea creatures. “Having said that, the place the Ayakashi had taken me was darker than midwinter midnight, blacker than any black known to man, probably even darker than the Meikai Abyss. I had to coin a name for it: Shikkoku no Ago. The Blackest Maw.

Come pick a bouquet from these Flowers in a Dumpster. Eidolon Avenue: The First Feast by Jonathan Winn—where the secretly guilty go to die. All thrown into their own private hell as every cruel choice, every deadly mistake, every drop of spilled blood is remembered, resurrected and relived to feed the ancient evil that lives on Eidolon Avenue. Through a Mirror, Darkly by Kevin Lucia—Are there truths within the books we read? What if the book delves into the lives of the very town you live in? People you know? Or thought you knew. These are the questions a bookstore owner face when a mysterious book shows up.

Only Lara didn’t hit the jackpot she expected when she quietly turned the handle and opened the door, intending to surprise him. Every muscle in her slender body jerked painfully tight. There was a roaring in her eardrums and for a split second, Lara thought she was going to pass out. Christophe was sprawled along a comfortable sofa with Meghan in his arms. Both of them were fast asleep in the indolent, relaxed positions of lovers, Meghan’s wonderful red hair trailing like a banner across his chest, one of her hands resting loosely on his shoulder. Later, Lara didn’t recall actually stepping back and closing the door again, but she did recall her absolute terror of them waking up and seeing

There is no way to escape anymore other than dying. As they're making their angry growl, Méah noticed they're slowly advancing towards her. But then an unexpected thing happened. Something big and heavy fell just right in front of her, giving the cave the same magnitude of shake, but a quicker one. Her soul almost jumped out of her. Apart from the explosion of both dirt and dust, painful cries coming from the flesh-eating mammals reverberating throughout the dark, silent cave. And these echoing, torturous shrieks slowly vanished little by little and then silence owned back the place again. Méah's eyes watered from the dirt that got splashed on her face and from sudden struck of shock and ter

“I swear, this is the house of horrors.” “Megan!” I cried with both shock and hurt. She gasped at her own words and looked at me with surprise. “I don’t know why I said that. I’m so sorry. It just popped out of my mouth. I really don’t think of this place like that. I consider it a place of safety. A sanctuary. I just don’t know what’s happening to me lately. First I freeze like a baby at the sight of a werewolf and now this.”

Demitri glared at her. "If you're not stressing, then you can easily take a break and read a book." Becca said with a huge smirk. Demitri's eyes narrowed, then he got up and walked to the non-fiction part of the library. He picked up a history book about the cold war and sat back down. He opened the book and stuck his tongue out at Becca.

"Then Orion must be the one in great danger now. As what have my father said, Nerissa don't kill her preys right away. She plays with their minds first, but after that, she kills them mercilessly. Also, the weaker the mind of the man, the more possibility that he will go insane even after he is rescued. I hope your friend has a strong mind so he it will be easy for us to awaken him from Nerissa's magic later on." We continued walking but moments later, we made an abrupt stop when we heard roara that echoed in the whole place. I turned nervously and my heart started to beat frantically when I saw two giant tigers with two heads and snakes as their tails. They look at us as if they are hunters

The despicable memory of the terror I witnessed in ‘The Tent of Wonders' remained etched to my brain for nearly three weeks, making me lose my appetite as well as sleep. Mum and dad along with my brothers started becoming worried about me, as I hardly ate anything much during dinner and remained awake at night like a zombie, staring outside the window. I couldn't manage to remove that repugnantly pathetic image of Madam Maxima lying in her chair, electrocuted. And whenever I closed my eyes her deathly face along with the figure of that evil creature hovered in front of my eyes.