Meg A Novel Of Deep Terror Novels & Stories

Maria stood confused towards the change that took place with Luna, but that quickly changed when a strong aura of killer intent swept through the area. The sensation was so intense that Maria lost all feeling in her legs as her knees hit the ground. The malevolent aura that filled the space caused Maria's stomach to twist up in knots, feeling the urge to puke. Shakily forcing her head towards the direction Luna had her eyes locked on, Maria's eyes grew big once she saw the monster that looked as if it belonged to a horror film. 'Since when did this novel become part of the horror genre?!'

I muttered under my breath. I didn't hesitate. I dropped to my knees and scurried underneath the massive desk, curling into a tight ball. The heavy wooden desk stretched out above me like a canopy, hiding me from view. My heart was beating so loud and fast it felt like it would burst from my chest. I squeezed my eyes shut, terrified that he would hear my ragged breathing. The door slid open with a hiss, and Alex Dom walked in. I knew it was him the second I caught a glimpse of his black leather shoes resting on the floor. The shoes were impeccably polished, costing a fortune, even for a man like him.

Ann asked, checking her eyes. "No, I just looked outside and saw a...." Megan's speech came to a halt as soon as she turned her back and did not see the man again. At once Megan felt her feathers stand up. She walked quickly to bed and curled up. Ann soon catches up with her and returns to sleep. In fact Megan's chest was pounding fast what she had just seen and disappeared in the blink of an eye. She took a deep breath, hoping nothing else strange would happen to her. But the sound of wolf howls was heard making her imagine the beast was around her. •••

Tyr clarified, “Since Max arrived here three years before us, he’s more familiar with the area than we are. Once the Northern Mount of Terror is free of all zombies, we should travel to Eimross City with him.” “Very well. Give me a moment. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” As he advanced into the night, Magus held the ash wood sword in one hand and a stack of talismans in the other. For the next two hours, from time to time, meteor-like fireballs were falling from the sky in the area near the Northern Mount of Terror. Along with them came a variety of roars and screams. An hour later, Magus returned with the ash wood sword on his back.

For some time he could not utter a word from rage; but regaining breath, began to cry, “Gracious Commandant, this is my man, and besides that, a runaway. He was in my house from childhood. The ruffian denies! He is my man! Eva, who is he? Tell.” “Ardun,” said Eva, trembling in all her body. Mellehov did not even look at her. With eyes fixed on Novoveski, and with quivering nostril, he looked at the old noble with unspeakable hatred, pressing with his hand the handle of his knife. At the same time his mustaches began to quiver from the movement of his nostrils, and from under those mustaches white teeth were gleaming, like those of an angry wild beast. The officers stood in a circle; Basira s

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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND ELEVEN: A sudden, agonizing wave of terror pierces our mind-link as I hear Aichonne running through the pitch-black, narrow drainage tunnels deep beneath the keep with her breathing coming in ragged, desperate gasps. The raw, unfiltered panic flooding across our soul-tether strikes my nervous system like a physical blow, threatening to buckle my knees even as I stand yards away from her physical location.

She instantly placed her trembling right hand on the book and soon, whispers began lurking around the room— those filled with terror and aghast. "Everything will fall on my feet. I am nearing my 'PALACE'!" Mauve said to herself, smiling from ear to ear, hushedly witnessing Imogen become possessed. Imogen's hair began glowing red with flames. The letters on the book started gleaming and dancing in the air. Her lips began quivering as the iris of her eyes turned white. A scream escaped, freeing itself together with inaudible utters from her dry lips and loomed around the room.

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EIRA VALE I continued running down the road, trying to get as far away as possible from him, from the gruesome images that flashed in my mind. Branches clawed at my arms, the forest closing in as I stumbled blindly through the trees. My lungs burned, each breath harsh and shallow. I didn’t stop to think, didn’t look back. The image was carved too deep into my mind—Kael, soaked in red, standing over the broken body of a man he’d killed without hesitation. His eyes had been inhuman. Cold. Feral.