Mil Horror Stories Novels & Stories

That is common knowledge for god’s sake. “I mean, they’re the nearest werewolf pack in our tribe.” I nodded and take a sip of my coffee, he’s right about that, and the chance of these werewolves being the suspect of our mother’s murder is highly possible. “Domlur has a dungeon that is rumored to detain humans,” I added. Domlur according to my father is not a dangerous place, it was once great trading and marketplace. When the werewolves occupied the land, humans were either killed or chose to surrender and be their slaves.

I have only 3 days left before miss Lauretta throws me out. I went to collect the bill for his meal,his girlfriend is a talkative. She talks like a parrot,I made to collect it as soon as my hands touched his,I felt a tingling sensation, I quickly took the money and left. He stood up and left. I counted the money,while counting it I saw a note.. "COUNTRY CITY MALL...7PM" Oh my god he left a note,he wanted to see me. I contemplated going. I didn't know him enough but, risks are meant to be taken .

" she inquired. "My powers are limited dear. All I can tell you is the killings would continue and it would strain your relationship with Adrian. To prevent this, you should find who the culprit is,'' Morticia noted. "Wait a second," Mila held out her hands. Morticia strained her neck in expectation. "According to what I read in the history book, there is supposed to be a one-winged demon creature right?" she asked. Realization seemed to have hit Morticia as she hit her hands on the table.

As the stories got scarier, I noticed a few of the younger pack members huddling closer to their parents, seeking comfort and reassurance. Soon, it was my turn to share a story. Feeling the weight of the moment, I cleared my throat and began my tale. "In a small village, there was a haunted mansion. It was said that the spirit of a vengeful witch roamed the halls, seeking revenge on anyone who dared to enter her domain..." I let my imagination run wild, conjuring spine-chilling scenes and mysterious characters. The pack leaned in closer, their eyes wide with fascination, hanging onto every word I spoke. The suspenseful atmosphere made my heart race with excitement.

I'm just as drawn to him as I was before. “So…” I lick my lips. “If you’re a vampire, then what? Everyone at Hawthorn is?” “Some people are werewolves. Some are witches and warlocks. Some people are… other things.” My breathing becomes sharp. I know my ribs must still hurt, but it’s like I can’t feel anything happening in my body right now. “So Alice told the truth about that?” I ask. “And about Silver Hunters?” Alec’s red eyes sharpen. “You don’t want to run into a Silver Hunter.”

“The man that Camila called her Mate. The man who came from the North was a Vampire.” I gaped at my parents unable to say anything. Beside me, I can see Mikey’s reaction which was a clear reflection of mine. We grew up with stories that will ensure us not even dare go in the direction of the path that leads to the North. The stories that we learned and know were not some kind of fairy tale that leads to the happy ever after. The stories that we were taught were brutal and always resulted in death.

“Oh God!” Out of everything that I’d learned after turning into a vampire, the stories of the Elders and their Death Squad had scared me the most. Because anyone who came in contact with the Death Squad didn’t live to tell the tale, there weren’t many knows facts but from what I’d heard from the whispers, they were the ghosts in the shadows, the boogeyman of the vampire race and anyone who came into contact with them died a painful death.

He kept hitting the same part of Milene’s body, the soles of the feet, systematically till they began to be torn apart. Cries of pain got louder and louder and kept making Raïna shiver again and again. Raïna was petrified as she watched the horror movie unfold. She stood, stagnant and felt tears prick her eyes. She saw the bloody corpse and Akyl with a toothy smile hanging on his face. Fear pricked through her as she kept staring.

After two days of high temperatures and intense boredom, he remembered the three books. Sam pulled out the one with the Mummy on the cover, because it looked the most innocuous. It was entitled the Ninth Pan Book of Horror Stories. He wasn’t the least bit prepared for what he found inside. The first three stories involved emasculation, murder and burning at the stake. In his fevered state Sam felt he was not only watching the characters’ suffering, he was experiencing it along with them. He flung the book at the wall and then hid it again, wishing he could burn it like Jinnot, the young girl in the third story who was burned alive.

============================== After a few hours. Clark and Van are currently talking to their neighborhood friends who are also at the birthday party when they suddenly heard a commotion outside Clark's house. Clark, Van and all of the guests went outside to check what was going on. And much to their surprise, they saw the same creepy man at the Waldorf Reunion party. He was grabbing Bianca's arm, as he is dragging him towards his car. "Hey, what are you doing? Let her go!" Van shouted. He almost forgot how to breath because he is dead worried about Bianca. The creepy man might try to hurt her, and he won't be able to bear it.