Object Terror Novels & Stories

Hearing a sound from the kitchen, I concluded she must be there then. But the news distracted me. **Breaking news!! A body was found on a park this morning at 3:42am. The body was laying openly on the playground when a group of teenagers saw it. The sight was very gruesome and it was concluded that the boy was tortured to death. The police said the method of torture was called blood eagle. It’s a method which was very popular back in the days along the gangs during__ The reporter hasn’t finished what she was saying when the t.v went off.

Terror says as he leads her down a corridor. The two scantily clad omen sneak their way through the ship, doing their best to avoid contact with any other person. "You know it's just a matter of time before that lykan finds us," Terror said, "we have the best sense of smell of any living being, and he has your scent." "That's a problem for when we meet him again," Nya said, she is contemplating using her blood reaper on him, she was curious what absorbing the essence of another species of omen would do to her.

But to the low-level cultivators in the square, that small ripple felt like a soul-drowning tsunami. Goro's sturdy legs began to tremble violently. His knees buckled. Beads of cold sweat the size of corn kernels streamed down his forehead. The fury on his face was now replaced by pure terror—the terror of a wild beast that has just realized it tried to pounce on a dragon. "Argh…" A restrained groan escaped his throat. CRACK!

Taz assured, but he knew that was not possible unless he was forgiven by Vienna, and he hadn’t forgiven himself yet for his actions toward Elise, not even once. He drowned out those dark, sorrowful feelings with booze, and Taz told jokes with his cheers that made the whole place laugh as they all cheered for his happiness. Suddenly, Rygan felt an eerie quiet as his hair stood on edge, and they all paused in their celebration. Abruptly, they felt a tremor that made the whole ground tremble. The screams of people outside Taz's home made all of them go on alert. They walked out to see the forest that surrounded their territory in flames as they heard screams from people.

His survival was the only definition of victory. And that… that terrified him. Terror had been his old companion. The terror of a botched mission, of a sniper’s scope, of a knife in the dark. This was different. This was the terror of having something so precious that its loss would be an extinction-level event. It was the terror of the anchor realizing the entire ship depends on its hold. It was the terror Anton had lived with since his mother died, the terror that had built his fortress.

What used to be solid metal walls had now opened up to reveal three ancient black doors. Each door had a row of heart-shaped locks, the number varying from one to four. Mine had four locks. The student girl, Susie, had one. The fitness coach, Finn, had two. I already had a bad feeling about what this meant. Each door bore the player’s name and their Terror Index. Mine read: Nina – Terror: 0 The girl’s: Susie – Terror: 99.9 The coach’s: Finn– Terror: 90 They both turned to stare at me, shocked and confused, as if wondering how on earth I had kept my terror level at zero.

The poor soul leaves with a final, reverberating snap. All these things were made possible by pure psychokinetic energy, which I fear to be only one of my new tormentor’s many abilities. We’re finally alone in the car and this thought fills me with suffocating terror. I imagine this is how a mouse feels when placed inside the cage of a python. Around this character Death, wanton violence is the norm like in an episode of Tom and Jerry, but the pranks are much too real and brutal to be funny.

My breath hitched, as I prepared for what was to come. And then he laughed. He actually laughed. I heaved a deep breath. His laugh was nice. "You will regret this, Sophia bambina. The next time I have you in front of me. You will regret speaking to me like I'm below you. Your little friend, Brian, your brother, and even your father will not save you." And the call was disconnected, leaving me heaving like some idiot. L'Angelo Dell Terrore was going to kill me. TBC

I asked her. She shook her head as if to dismiss the inquiry. "Please tell me, sweetheart," I said to her sweetly. "Is Alpha Terror?" I was shocked to hear this. I started laughing, "How did you come up with this?" I asked, restraining my laughter. "I heard so many terrible things that you did and how you killed people." "It was terrifying; I decided that it was the name that suited you." "Do you think that I am still Alpha Terror?" "I think that you will do everything possible to protect the people you love."

Terra sighed and turned toward me, closing her eyes as she wrapped her arms around me in a gesture so familiar it brought tears to my eyes. "Evil is coming, Miriam," she murmured against my shoulder, "I've had revelations... visions of our world crumbling, of everyone dying. The Priestesses, Mother Liora, the novices, all the packs falling, the Obsidian Throne withering away to nothing. Something is coming, something dark and terrible, and it's going to destroy everything we've ever known." Her words sent ice through my veins. "Terra, what exactly have you seen?" But she was already drifting toward sleep.