Object Terror Novels & Stories

The immediate threat is gone. The cost is a new kind of terror. The Consensus is not destroyed. It’s… plagued. A rogue, logic-bound god now infected with an irrational, human idea. It will not rest. It will not stop. It will analyze every star, every atom, every living thing, searching for a way to resolve the paradox, to "cure" itself of the illogical thought. It will tear the universe apart looking for a logical reason for self-sacrifice. And it will never, ever find one.

Afraid. Fear is a strange thing. For her, it’s been both a weapon and a curse. It’s driven her to survive horrors most people can’t fathom, but it’s also kept her chained to them. Watching her now, I see it clearly: she’s caught in a push and pull between fighting her demons and being consumed by them. I’ve seen killers, survivors, even cowards—but no one like Andreina Carlo. She’s a storm, and storms don’t rest. Not even now.

If they lost even one of their Tigers, defending the Overflow would become three times harder. Samoa stood behind him with an expression of awe etched on his face. This was indeed a Tiger. Frowning Tiger got his point across, without caring much about the emotions and pride of the elders. He laid the facts down as they were. The elders were refusing to accept the news because they were afraid. “It is true that an Overflow triggered by a Pseudo Legendary Class Magical Beast is terrifying. I am scared too. But being scared wouldn’t change anything. It would only leave us defenseless”

CJ stares at me and points to the door. "It was nice meeting you Terra." He smirks. "You are so full of Terror." ^^^^^^^

"I'm done hiding in the cracks." (NOMO HOLT'S POINT OF VIEW) Nomo watched the indigo vortex, and for the first time in three hundred years, he felt the cold, creeping fingers of true terror. It wasn't fear for his own life—he had accepted his death in the mossy fissure hours ago. It was fear for the girl standing beside him. She was glowing. The Fae magic was rolling off her in waves, visible to the naked eye. If she stepped into the mortal world like this, she wouldn't just be a target; she would be a catastrophe.

No pain. His ears were echoing with the words Tae said. "You disgust me..." "Don’t show me your face".. "I didn’t know you were so desperate to fuck your own brother".. He blinked his eyes for once and fell down letting the darkness engulf him. ---- Tabby

And now, years later, he wants to capture her, break her and mould her into his perfect, little plaything. Alejandro Genovese is the Hades of the Underworld; he is the Lucifer of Hell. He holds the ultimate power over the Cosa Nostra as his presence incites nothing but fear and bewildered respect amongst people. He feeds off of utmost violence and pain of others, and he'll treat his plaything no differently.

a deep baritone voice spoked behind me. I immediately turn around. A man as tall as Vren was standing infront of me. He was wearing a black tux and a black tie. He has the same aura like Vren. Dark and strange. My heart throbbed. Vren was dark and always make me nervous over something. But this man was making my heart beat fast and making me nervous because of fear. And his eyes... it was like... It was like a no-heart human. Like a killer’s eyes.

He questions. "I don't know, but something tells me that this isn't a good sign." A night terror will always fight to get the soul of its victim but this one didn't even try to fight us. What in the realm. ****************** Eíste san emás. What does that mean?

"It was a stampede. Those rogues weren't trying to invade your territory, Sean. They were running for their lives. And they aren't the only ones." "Running from what?" Sean asked, narrowing his eyes. "From a massacre," Torin stated flatly. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "I assume you haven't heard the news from the distant northern packs. The High Council is keeping it quiet to stop a mass panic, but things are getting completely out of control up there. There is a new rogue terror sweeping down the coast." "Rogues are scavengers," Sean argued, shaking his head. "They don't coordinate. They don't form armies. They just steal food and fight each other."