Object Terror Novels & Stories

“Helping by ordering my death. The world really is ending.” Abel crossed his arms. “Do you know of someone called the Crimson Rogue?” For a moment, just a flicker, fear, resentment, and recognition flashed in his eyes. He looked away. Ronan felt the shift. “Toren.” Silence. “You know something,” he said. Toren’s jaw clenched hard enough that the muscles jumped. “She’s not someone you want to cross.” “She?” He glared at them again. “Even wolves are afraid of the Crimson Rogue. She kills without hesitation. She leads through terror.”

He was trembling and on the verge of getting panic attack. Stopping the black Porsche just an inch away from him the driver gets out of the vehicle as if in a trance. "Come back to Tehran." He snarled on the face of Victor, his face purely white with an ugly black scar right on the middle of his forehead. He went to the switch board fixed to one of the pillars in the parking lot and put his finger into the socket. His body shook with passing electricity surprising Victor and he died on the spot.

With the extreme rage running in his veins Nicholas had never learned to let anyone go alive from his anger. That man backed away on his hands scraping on the concrete floor. Terror was written all over his face. His body shuddered under the gaze of Nicholas. And Nicholas he was enjoying the view in front of him. The fear of death in the eyes on the man. How the fuck they dare to touch his weapons let alone hide them and piss him off. "I don't know.....I really don't know." the man's voice trailed off and he swallowed.

Keane explained with a nod. “I’ve known about it since I was a child, and the story is terrifying. Many people believe that hell exists behind the Mount of Terror. Tyr, are you sure you saw your mother on the Mount of Terror?” “I’m positive.”

Jax snorted as Tora buried her face in his shoulder, giggling uncontrollably. “Okay, okay, calm down,” Tora said, laughing into the phone. “I just found out today. We don’t know what they are yet. Dragons or Lycans or two angry fireballs—” “I don’t care if they come out breathing lava and howling at the moon,” Tegan declared. “You are not raising those babies without your favorite aunt. I’m coming to visit. Tomorrow. No—tonight.” “You’re literally Queen of the Vampires,” Tora reminded her. “You can’t just—”

Her contorted face, the whispered confession of his name, the raw terror in her eyes as she looked directly into the lens. He was a man who sought knowledge, who thrived on understanding and control. And Teresa, with her unspoken pain and her surprising outburst of passion, was an enigma he was compelled to unravel. He wanted to peel back the layers, to expose the hidden depths of her being, to understand what drove her to such a desperate act in his private sanctuary. It wasn't about power, not in the way he usually understood it. It was something more profound, a desire to penetrate the barriers she had so carefully erected around herself.

“Why, if we do not instill fear in them, how will they learn?” Fallon chanced a look outside. Souniro had returned and her heart lurched at the thought of him, lying broken and bleeding, after enduring a beating from the monster her parents were entertaining, in their very home. How frightened he must have been, taken from his home, to a strange country with customs he did not know. How many nights had he fallen asleep, crying for the mother who had betrayed him in bitter desperation? Fallon averted her eyes from his strong, handsome frame. What spell had he cast over her with his presence? And would she have a chance,to find out?

She was quivering in terror, her mouth open in a terrified grin. "Forgive me, Dad. Forgive me!?" Tera pleaded. Sebastian stared at the reddened palm marks on his hand. The slaps he had delivered to Tera. At that moment, Sebastian's entire body trembled, overwhelmed by immense guilt. He had surely awakened the trauma that had been buried deep in Tera's subconscious mind. The kind of violence she had suffered from her biological father had undoubtedly left profound emotional and mental scars on her. Sebastian couldn't help but imagine a young Tera enduring all the terrible things her father had done, things that had left deep-seated trauma. These experiences had fostered a strong hatred for he

It was only when his warm fingers wrapped around my forearm when he tried to pull me closer to him that I realized that goosebumps had indeed erupted on my skin. "The cabin looks creepy." I admitted honestly and looked up at the giant wooden house before me. "Which is why I say : Don't watch horror movies if you can't handle it." He teased me but managed to pull me in for a warm hug. "I can handle horror movies." I rolled my eyes, "I can't handle the devil that's about to open the door." "Be nice to them, honey. That's my boss' family you're talking about." "Ha-ha."

It un-made it. Liora saw it through a thousand dying eyes. The beautiful white towers didn't collapse; they faded, turning to grey smoke. The people didn't drown; they dissolved, their screams silenced as they were erased from existence, they saw the thing coming for them, a vast, shapeless shadow in the water, a hole in the world, and they knew, in their final moments, the true meaning of terror. They weren't preserved and they were devoured. The memory was so violent, so full of utter, final horror, that it threatened to break Liora’s mind. The beautiful song of Nereus was a tiny, ridiculous noise against the roaring silence of that extinction.