Mlp Infection Horror Novels & Stories

“I can’t stress it enough you can’t let this information get out to the general population. Neither population could handle the knowledge. It would be a slaughter as panic and fear set in.” “Look at the riots, arrests, families being separated, and don’t forget public murders. Imagine a vampire who has never harmed a single person in their existence being attacked by god-fearing community members. The slaughter would be insane. Because they are ignorant of reality. They are following myths and lore that more is not true.”

"And she’s going to use it to kill us. If we don't find, she will use him to take your throne." Ricardo stared at me for a long time. The silence in the room was heavy. Finally, he nodded. "Fine," he whispered. "But once I tell you, there’s no going back. You’ll be part of the secret forever." "I’m already part of it," I said, thinking of the red laser dot on Maria’s chest and the golden eyes in the woods. "I’ve been part of it since the day I stepped into this mirror." I sat on the bed, my heart ready for the truth. I knew that the next few hours would change everything. The "Mirror of Malice" was about to show us a face we never expected to see.

Quincy's eyes suddenly widened before she reused her smiles to cover her shock. "Hi Abigail, nice to meet you." "Same as you." The trio darted out of the Manor and left for Dark Igor. The Dark Igor was a particular space where few houses with humans reside. Some humans who did not know that Vampires, Demons and witches do exist. Dark Igor was mainly exposed to peoples only culture and traditions. They prefer northern delicacies to the one's coming directly from abroad. And Ezekiel had built one of his Manor in Dark Igor because there was a catacomb connecting Dark Igor to Dark forest. The catacombs was restructured and in a way, his Manor got connected and fixed to it in a way that even thou

I sit up, and I can feel my blood trickling from my forehead, down my cheeks, and neck and staining my white dress. I grab a pair of scissors from one of the drawers before exiting the bathroom and give our bed and pillows a good whack. A loud creak sounds. The door has been broken, and the door that separates me from the real world and this charade has been destroyed. I do not need to turn around to know who is behind me. "Lucia!" shouts Elio when he sees me. I want to laugh as I hear the fear in his voice. I feel myself being lifted backward and see the extent of my damage. I understand Elio's panic better. My blood is everywhere, on the floor, on the carpet, on the sheets, and my dress is

"In the Demon Realm, these are called Carcurus; they are low-level creatures that find a victim and stick themself on a host sucking the life force out of them." "So, they are like you and Arlo?" "Sort of, but once the host loses its life energy, the carcurus will use it as its body like a puppet." That's fucking creepy. "How the hell did this happen?" "My guess, even though these boys only took a whiff of the miasma, it didn't have the chance to turn the boys into ferals. Those hunks got there on time." When Saye says hunks, she is referring to Dominic and Malik.

" I stayed silent, but that did not deter them. They started ramming the door. I pressed my back against it, looking at my unconscious mother in the bedroom, and closed my eyes. A living hell on earth was worse than any horror game. When humans start killing each other, they were more terrifying than monsters. ... Meanwhile, a group of bosses gathered in the empty supermarket, staring at each other in confusion. "Uhm, where's Ms Thrushwood?" one of them asked. "She's always punctual. Even on restock days when the shop's closed, she tells us ahead of time," another commented.

Roman, Kael, Zeke, and most of the senior enforcers are out, spread thin across the territory, chasing another desperate lead on Malakai’s elusive whereabouts—a likely deliberate distraction from him though. It’s just me here in the gym, alone with my suddenly disciplined thoughts, alone with the terrifying ghosts that won’t stop replaying in the theater of my mind that stick, no matter how hard I try to punch them away. The core of my vision hasn’t changed much—it’s just a twisting, warping version of the original horror. Sometimes, the rigid woman with the neat bun turns half around, revealing half a face, decayed and hollow, looking like a rotting corpse in an expensive dress.

"Lost? Architect, you still think this was about stone and wires. Navia was a cage, yes. But I’m the one who holds the key to the infection." "Infection?" Aradaa’s knuckles turned white around the plastic casing. "The Blood-Rot," Malachi hissed. "I infused it into the 'New Harvest' rations months ago. It’s dormant... until the Mother-Code is siphoned. When you drained the palace, you triggered the sequence. Every hybrid that fed on those supplies is currently melting from the inside out." Kaelor grabbed the transmitter, his jaw creaking as he ground his teeth. "Fix it. Now. Or I’ll find what’s left of you and feed you to the eels piece by piece."

Malone was naked on the bed with the succubus sat astride him. She watched in mute horror as the loathsome thing squirmed up and down, grinding its dirty buttocks and groin over Malone's erect penis. Its wrinkled hide, festering with pustules and boils, splashed globules of pus and serous fluid in all directions. It was a scene of utter defilement. Abigail stepped back in a daze, she must act quickly otherwise Malone would die. But what could she do? Could she kill the thing without killing Malone? She was desperate to act, but dread and uncertainty retarded her mind and petrified her body. Think! Think! For fuck's sake think, she inwardly screamed at herself. But thought eluded her. She was