Mil Horror Stories Novels & Stories

Then she said, “The worst case would be that The Mogollon Man should be overcome and become a vampire himself.” “What if he already is a vampire?” “I don’t think he is one of them. If he was, he would not have been capable of using the stake to kill an important vampire leader.” Millie looked doubtful, but she remained silent. The two girls went back to conducting their vigil over the corridor. “I am glad the vampire leader is gone. I do not doubt he still harbored evil designs to turn you and me into his followers.” Becky whispered. “Changing the subject. A Cthulhu figure is back on my shoulder.”

Margaret began creating a whole story on them, her theories and conspiracies too. And then, the case with Kimberly Silversmith happened. Followed by the gruesome trail of dead bodies, some of them mutants, all with brutal, inhumane, unusual bites and injuries that didn't seem like the werewolf mutants’ she was used to. Under the radar, she secretly followed the trail of dead bodies until it led her to the familiar Mickey's Pub where she met Leviathan Morganton. **********

Suddenly, an explosion vibrated the ground and when I looked up, a black smoke emitted in the air toward the hamlet. “Randolph!” A gasp escaped my lips. Grabbing my dress, I darted back to the forest and ran. My feet flew over dead leaves and stones as I scouted for the hamlet, the branches of the trees whipped my face and tugged at my dress. My heart thumped behind my chest as I zigzagged through the sparsely darkened forest. Suddenly, I arrived at the hamlet and the scene before me almost crippled me. Before me were terrifying monsters from my nightmares; lycans; as my father would call them; they pounced and ripped apart the bodies of my father’s men who have also shifted into their wolve

Her Stalker is a stalker-age-gap dark romance not recommended for those under 17. Triggers include extreme sexual content, voyeurism, profanity, and dark themes. *Read at your own discretion. This story is about a stalker's love and determination for the girl he set his sights on a long time ago. Brixton started watching Harley, or his little bird when she was starting high school, and she never had a clue... But what happens when his secret is revealed?

If I had to guess, they probably didn’t get very many visitors down here. “Usss too.” It said back to me, and I swore I could hear a hint of sadness in the piercing voice. The answer left me confused, and even more shaken than I already was. These were the beings my village told ghost stories about. Horrible, malformed, and endlessly vicious creatures that had tried to kill their own mothers. They were the things that went bump in the night, and attacked without a second thought. What would they have to be scared of?

The next second, the Patchwork Monster tore the man in half. He tossed the body outside casually. Just then, a crisp, bell-like voice sounded outside. “It’s after work hours, who’s so rude as to be throwing bodies around?” A young girl with three heads and eight arms appeared at the doorway. With just one look at the shop, anger filled her voice, and her hair stood on end. “Who the hell had a death wish and smashed the Number One Must-Eat shop in the entire horror game?”

The door swung open, and there stood Chester, who was supposed to have been a fixture in the morgue for the past two weeks. I nodded at him, my face a blank slate. "It's been a while!" The relatives froze, their exchanged glances screaming silent panic. "Ah!" "He's alive!" "I said we shouldn't visit the morgue after midnight, but no, you had to see for yourselves!" "All this for a few bucks from selling their organs? It's not worth dying over." My aunt, gripping Theodore's arm and shaking it, wailed. I let out an icy laugh, lifted my hand, and gave Chester a slap that left a red mark blazing on his cheek.

Mel rolled his eyes surprised as to who was the overprotective one among the two of them. "Yeah it won't ,but it is not good for our skin either ." Claire commented. "You know I like this conversation ," Mel walks back to where his sister was . “I thought about the same thing this morning ." He continued. "Thought about what ?" Claire queried. Like this,” Mel said. “I read a book then about we vampires and it was full of several lies and myths. "Really?" Claire looked up at him. "Yeah, I am dead serious ." " First, there was something garlics —then us being scared of crucifix's —then something again about Silver —and then finally getting burnt under the sun."

The air in the library was thick with the scent of old books and the faint hum of fluorescent lights. Sadile Marconi, her fiery red hair cascading over her shoulders like a river of flames, sat at a secluded table, her green eyes darting between the pages of her textbook and the clock on the wall. The numbers seemed to mock her, ticking away the minutes until her next class, a class she was dangerously close to failing.