Public Domain Horror Art Novels & Stories

He pauses before continuing with that slithering accent like something you would hear in a horror story or someplace in the darkest parts of Europe, “Have you ever wondered if the things that go bump in the night really exist? Or if they are a figment of your imagination?” Getting more creeped out by the second, I keep staring at him and then find that I can speak again. Before I utter an answer, I raise my hand up to my forehead and wipe a strand of my blonde hair out of my eyes so I can concentrate. “Sure, I have always been intrigued by the forces of darkness, but do they really exist as they do in my novels and dreams?”

Sa loob nito ay naroon si Lotus Feet, Ghost Bride, at iba pang mga multong Intsik. Ang ikalima ay Western-inspired – kahawig nito ang white palace sa Lord of the Rings at makikita sa loob ang mga characters sa Autopsy of Jane Doe, Saw, Wrong Turn, Insidious, Conjuring, Jack the Ripper, mga halimaw sa Resident Evil at iba pa.

Furniture were in really a bad shape as if someone faught a third world war before leaving this place. Her heart was pounding at a rate she thought was nearly impossible for any normal human. She craned her neck upward, afraid of encountering anything dangerous, after hearing someone laugh evilly. But what she saw there was enough to take her breath away. It was more dangerous than any danger in her life currently. There he was, her NIGHTMARE, smirking at her. As if mocking her. After all she entered his den without even him trying anything. And the next moment he threw a dagger in her direction and her breath hitched. She woke up gasping for air, again, like every other day now.

Far from home I met this girl, she caught my attention She comes in with a storm cloud, eyes like lightning Hair like the sun, butterflies are rising Don't want to feel regret, just imagine Romantics - Tove Lo (...) Ella I didn't see my neighbor again, the days went by slowly or it was me who was too anxious for such a date. But then again, I haven't been out with a man since I was divorced over a year ago, it's kind of strange to do that after so long. A fear started to take over me, a fear that the guy wants something more and I won't live up to his expectations.

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..

If they survived to a ripe old age, they got to retire, and another family member took their place. Now within the hazy, darkened version of the physical realm. Yolanda watched the shadows for anything out of place. There wasn’t a day or night within this realm. It was always a hazy, twilight. She’d always wondered if the Dream Realm influenced the atmosphere of many black and white horror movies. With the barren trees, mists wafting about in the air without out the wind’s benefit. It was gray and dingy. No moon hung in the air here. She suspected the Fae created this place before the moon was in orbit in the physical realm. They’d made it look like the physical realm. But they didn’t quite

] [If he fully beast-forms, everyone else in this dungeon dies. I was still buried in his chest, reluctant to move. “Oh right,” I said. “Since you don’t have a name, I should give you one. How about ‘Dominus’?” What I got in response was a heavy, uneven breath. I looked up and froze. He wasn’t looking at me anymore. His eyes were fixed on the far corner of the hallway, pupils thin and sharp, filled with killing intent. I remembered the three unassigned anomaly patients roaming around. Suddenly nervous, I instinctively ducked back against his chest for cover.

He looked up and I could see his canines flashing, his eyes glowing red. Oh no. *********************************************** Dominic and Sky's asthetics are live on I-G (the_fem_ink). Have you checked them out?

Gone were Levi’s Basilisk and Merlin’s army of the undead after they were swallowed by the manifestation of Maleficent’s domain in the real world. A domain was a skill for wide-ranged spells that would affect the surrounding. Most of domains were created to make portals as such; portals could also be classified as a kind of domain. When inside a domain, the domain’s owner amplified the spells the owner could perform thus doubling the impact for the enemies caught in the domain. Now, there were rare occasions when domains would leap from the owner’s control and body, and would manifest in a real world. This way, the domain would show itself even for the enemies of the owner like what Malefice

Those books were older than any of the others in his office. The bottom shelf (the one he’d been searching when he’d first heard the cats playing in the hall) held his collection of horror anthologies. The famed Whispers series, edited by Stuart David Schiff, featuring the varied works of Ramsey Campbell, Stephen King, Charles Grant and so many others. The Mammoth Book of Best New Horror from England. The Shivers series, published by Cemetery Dance. Masques, Borderlands, Shadows, Stalkers, Dark Forces, October Dreams I & II, Corpse Blossoms, Horror Library Volumes 1-5, and Prime Evil. Classic horror anthologies jammed next to paperback collections of slightly lesser repute with titles to mat