Pokemon Horror Novels & Stories

But no snow mobile or ski trails. The barguest stopped and let loose the most mournful howl; it sent shivers through everyone who heard it. Everyone held their breath and stopped dead in their tracks. The barguest acted like a dog. Here, within the Dream Realm, it looked like a nightmare dog. It possessed ragged black confusion of fur, glowing, glassy red eyes, and a slobbering mouth. Three times the size of a wolf shifter. A shifter in wolf form couldn’t pass as a normal wolf. This monster wouldn’t pass for anything but a nightmare. Yolanda struggled not to let her heart to beat out of her chest. What summoned the creature? Where was the creature’s master?

Her mouth was stretched wide in a horrifying shriek. A wave of pure hatred rolled off her, so cold it burned the air. The chat stirred to life again. [Here we go! Classic jump scare!] [That's one of the manor's most vicious ghosts! It feeds on the players' fear!] [This newbie is toast! She won't even have time to react!] [I can already picture her getting torn to shreds...] But I didn't scream. I didn't run. Of course, my heart condition chose that exact moment to flare up. The pain was so bad I could barely stand.

Modern, furnished and beautiful and looking new everyday although the house was five years old already. Juana's coffee was transparent, lot of water,lot of sugar, no milk. So she could see her face while sipping at it. Her big blue eyes were a bit undefined, her expression showed fear with a mixture of helplessness and unusual calm. Then the dream came again. Avocado. Garden. Branch. Third branch. Corpse dripping with blood. Loose. Screaming. Empty House. Dream. "Oh my goodness" she sighed, dropping her half empty mug. She tried to make meaning out of it, but it was a little creepy..

It was a scream the kind that summons every sleeping soul, begging it to awaken and witness the nightmare with her. She stumbled backward, clutching the curtain as if to draw it shut and shield her from the horrific image. But it was too late. The scene was etched in her memory: Sid, a lifeless doll, hanging in death, his head bowed, his blood soaking the seat and cascading down the stone passage like a river of hell.

One of a kind. "Apparently Luna has the capability to nullify the effect of any poison. That means he can’t be killed by poisoning. His body has an automatic defence system that will block the poison to enter the system. But it seems like the poison was fatal enough that it put Luna unconscious for two days. He is fine now. All poison has been passed out of his system. Take it as his own power. But. I request to keep it a secret. We can’t let anyone know.

I scanned the trees in front of us and my eyes fell into the grass with rash movements, just near a chir pine tree. “Quinn, East!” I shouted as I felt something from the east running in our direction. Quinn nodded and immediately positioned her bow to release the arrow with poison. With a bolt, Quinn calmly let go of the arrow when a big brown werewolf appeared. This is our first time to see a brown-haired werewolf, most of the hunts we’ve been to have black or grey fur. “Brown?” Rendall asked as we saw the arrow hit its leg and growl in pain.

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.

Liz ran into my room as I crashed on the floorboards, clutching my hand and hearing Liz's voice getting farther before it went black. Part two Adrianne's POV I didn't tell mum that I was scared and very sad. She seemed to have a lot on her mind. When I was done with my homework, I felt that familiar pain in my head as I grabbed my sketch book and started seeing snatches of things. My hand moved in sync with the pencil and when I was done, I saw a house, an open window, blinds, shadows and police cars. It was the same house I had seen at first, with its potted Hyacinth, gardenias and petunias. I knew there was something wrong and I could smell danger in the air.

Arnold stood furiously at the dining table in a full of raged. His face was covered up with sweat and I could see the liquid in his forehead dripped down his face. His eyes widened up in horror, looks like he was going attack whoever came close. His chest beat faster, visible inside his house wear. I heard the sound of thick liquid as it drizzled down the tiled floor continously, their are blood traced on the floor. Up to his palm, was a hand soaked in blood. His arm trembled to the reaction of the cut in his palm.

But that was before, before I knew I was a nonhuman, before I had no knowledge of Aurora and before I had a target on my back. I try to get into the demon's mind, to try and find some humanity in him but it's no use. All I see is darkness. He wants to get his claws on me and watch as he sucks the life out me. He wants me to beg for my life because it will excite him to see me powerless. I'm starting to wish I had mastered using my powers because then I would stand a fighting chance against this thirsty demon. But it's too late for that now, I'm too paralyzed with shock to even read his thoughts cleared, much less fight him. I hate that I'm going to succumb to whatever pain he's going to infl