Mil Horror Stories Novels & Stories

The After-End - The amnesiac monk who tries to remember his memory as he journeys through hell in search of his family. The Cursed Grave - A desperate youth who wants to get rich at all cost. The Old Church - The gentle journalist who transforms into a ruthless killer. The Cannibals Of Caliba - A cursed people desperate to redeem their pledges to the gods. What I Saw - Trying to escape an enemy slavery camped Land but falling into deathly traps themselves. Will they come out alive? Will Zaire be able to return home? Lyda - A mysterious snake living in male bodies to evolve through decades.

She opens the book and a roach crawls out. I shriek, jerking my knees to my chest. Esme raises a brow. “You’re a wolf, and you’re scared of a roach?” “What’s a wolf without a wolf?” My smile is bittersweet. “Don’t do that,” she scolds. “You wolf will return. Now, when the rumours came, I consulted the books and some friends.” I try not to let my own thoughts scare me. “What did you find?” “You know, I’ve lived through almost seven decades, and I know a bloodline that had white hair. Moonblood.”

But still, the truth will pierce you and will drill deep into your mind, slipping through your thoughts. Serra felt like her heart shrank into the size of an atom, lost and then gone as the truth hit her like a poisoned arrow, painful and torturous. Mira is a Badblood. Mira is a Badblood. Mira is a Badblood. Her mind repeats. Should she be scared? Mira is a Badblood. Should she hate her? She's a monster. Her kind killed your father, a voice inside her said. She's your friend and will never hurt you, another voice inside her said. She just stood there confused and unmoving. She felt a lump on her throat and her eyes started to blur.

Story Note: “Room for One More” is a standalone short from my erotic collectiona mix of intense, sensual, and sometimes forbidden stories that explore the raw edges of desire. Each story introduces new characters, new fantasies, and unapologetically explicit encounters. This particular tale features a taboo dynamic between step-siblings, told with heat, dominance, and no holding back. Reader discretion is advised. *************************************************

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"That won't even happened because I will stab myself after I have murdered you. We won't both escape from this." "Don't do this Monica. You have gone crazy, don't do it!!" "I screamed just like that the other day but you didn't budge. Isn't it interesting Arnold," he bounced against the wall. I became close to him and trailed the knife on his cheek. "We both would die lovingly holding each other hand on a blooded floor. We would be known just like romeo and Juliet," I cackled wickedly. "Our story would become an history, and, and," I flipped my hand to the sky. "We would become an inspiration to other lovers, they would want to become just like us, so let's do it."

I couldn't afford to go. I switched off the screen and pulled myself back into the dark. Whatever happiness belonged to normal college students, it wasn't mine to have. I had a dream that night. Dad, a man I'd only ever seen in financial magazines, stood over Mom after knocking her to the ground. "Diane Sutherland, you and that hick son of yours are nothing but a couple of freeloaders, always crawling back with your hands out."

The Hunger, The Last Vampire, Lilith's Dream BY WHITLEY STRIEBER Whitley Strieber's three vampire novels; the most famous is The Hunger. Strieber's idea was to imagine vampires as not supernatural, but simply as a different, stronger, nearly immortal species. Much more the standard horror view of vampires. Miriam Blaylock — played by Catherine Deneuve in the 1983 film — is truly rapacious. 19. Let The Right One In BY JOHN AJVIDE LINDQVIST A novel from Sweden with a young voracious vampire. Very much a horror story, but also a morality tale of what happens to the bullied child. The movie is exquisite, if terrifying.

Just like the usual nights, Morrigan had the same dreams, the same dark endless hallway she stands every night. The same scene of tall walls of flames, her mother's lifeless body, and the same voices taunting and haunting her eve in her dreams. But this time it was even more frightening. Screams and laughter mixes in her mind, in that endless darkness everything is shrouded in dark clouds, she couldn't see anyone. But when there finally came light in front of her is Lydia's dead body. Drenched in blood, molested, and murdered brutally. It was the same scene but this time behind Morrigan was a tall shadow of a man. When she turned around the maniacal smiles of her uncle was the first thing sh

I barely knew how she did what she did myself, but something told me it had something to do with the copious amounts of her blood I could smell on her. "That wasn't natural, Sol," Serin said softly. I knew he was trying not to anger me. He didn't want to insult Mia, but his confusion was understandable. "Don't you remember the old stories?" "The old stories?" Sarah asked as she looked up at both of us. "Fictional stories," I stressed to both of them. "Bedtime stories our mothers would tell us." "They were cautionary tales, Sol, of half-bloods who could wipe out entire villages and kingdoms if they chose to."