Mil Horror Stories Novels & Stories

"Thanks so much." Logan gave the old female some coins before they left and continued their tour. "This is the territory of the Clan of the ghost" he uttered pointing at the huge kingdom before them. "Stop Danny" he commanded and Danny did. "Wow, looks terrifying. Any mortal will shit in his/her pants if they sight this kingdom." "Lol. Nothing is terrifying here. Just vultures, skulls, Red pieces of clothes, spiders, snakes, and rumbling of the sky." "Is that all you see? And who told you there aren't mortals who got phobia for spiders and snakes? Also, do you think it's everyone that can bear the different sounds going on?"

The problem I’m having is this: If I allow myself even the slightest bit of wiggle room for the veracity of Father Ward’s story in this journal, the door is opened wide for all sorts of other things. Like a child-devouring demon named Moloch or Baal. An odd yellow taxi and odder coins bearing a strange design popping up all over town. A ghostly boy maybe born of a man’s deep pain and self-loathing. A strange place called Carcosa—with black skies and even blacker stars—where it seems lost people go when they’ve nowhere else. Someone or something named Hastur (a name which runs cold shivers down my spine even thinking it).

It was late autumn when they arrived — the trees skeletal, the air thick with a kind of oppressive stillness that seemed to hum beneath the surface of the world. Emily Carter, a graduate student in folklore and urban legends, had heard the whispers about WildWood all her life. She had grown up just a few towns over and had spent years gathering the old stories: tales of the “vanishing patients,” the “howling trees,” and the “night doctors” said to stalk the forest paths. Determined to separate fact from myth, Emily organized an expedition for her thesis, enlisting a few brave companions:

“So… Do you guys actually drink blood? Like, for real?” She shrugged, casual as if we were talking about coffee orders. “Some do. Just like some humans hurt people. There’s good and bad in everything. You’d be surprised how many of us live quietly, slipping through the world unnoticed. The scary stories? They’re either warnings… or cover-ups.” I swallowed hard, my throat dry as sandpaper. “What about me?” My voice barely scraped out. “Kelvin… bit me. What happens now? Am I going to… die?”

I snapped at him, annoyed he was able to grab my attention like he had. “Very well, let’s see where was I? Oh yes, one day I saw the God Anubis and was convinced I had died, I was starving and hallucinating. Anubis approached me and asked if I wanted to avenge my family and escape the dreadful place I was in. Of course, I told him I did, and before I knew it, he was biting into my neck and feeding me his blood. Only when I had awakened did I realize what had happened. I had heard rumors from the guards of monsters that hid in the dark, killing those that crossed their path or making them into the same kind of monster. Confused, I stared at an ordinary man that sat across from me, laughing wi

Looked like Loren had gotten carried away, Ria thought. "You know, of all the ghosts, the most dangerous are the ones that carry grudges and regrets…" Loren rambled on again. Ria started to think that Loren liked horror topics like this. "What do you mean?" Ria responded while reading through some of the articles she found earlier. “I have a story that my mother firsthand experienced. She once rented an old house that was haunted by a spirit full of regret and anger that almost brought her to an terrible accident…” Loren had already started preparing her story when Ria noticed that the clock already indicated that their next class was about to start.

What can you tell me about the Night Terrors? He rolled his thin, lined lips in, seemed to debate with himself. "Tol'ko skazki. Nichego solidnogo. Eto byla gruppa zhivotnykh, poyavivshikhsya posle GULAGa. Pod nimi nichego ne bylo. Yesli rasskazy pravdivy, to vam nuzhno derzhat'sya ot nikh podal'she." Only stories. Nothing solid. They were a group of animals that emerged after the gulags. Nothing was beneath them. If the stories are true, then you need to stay far away from them.

They were not to harm the weaker race, if anything, they were supposed to protect them when needed. In response, Miah sent Mila an exasperated look as if Violet's stupidity was testing her patience, but Mila didn't glance her way, and so she returned her gaze to Violet. "We've had cases. Some people went missing, and later we learned that they were killed by werewolves," Mila told her in a calm tone. "Their bodies were badly mutilated," Mila recalled, a shiver running through her spine. Violet listened to her, feeling more confused.

Her mother’s blood splashed on his face and I saw his eyes open wide without any emotion and I knew that day another cold-blooded monster was born. “It is painful to see your parents die in front of you,” Veronica told Olson and Olson looked at her face to face without any tears or fear. “That is what I felt when I saw my dad kill himself in front of me… because of your parents” She added and she pointed the gun to Olson and she whispered with a smile “Your next” I closed my eyes because I don’t want to see her shoot Olson but the door suddenly opens and it is the police. Veronica still shot Olson but luckily she only shot Olson’s back and the police shot her and her boyfriend and at that mo

He was hitting the hammer directly on the nail. " To my greatest shock, I witnessed what my eyes could never have imagined. I saw the moon goddess being murdered in cold blood by one of us!" A round of chatter went high again. The people probably found it difficult to accept what their ears were hearing. But they were yet to receive the shocker. " That can't be!!" Someone shouted. " How possible is it that one of our own would rise up against the moon goddess with the intention of killing her? I say we look deep into this matter. It could be an intruder. "