Public Domain Horror Stories Novels & Stories

What would you do when someone tells you something about them seeing these horrible nightmares and that whatever she saw would eventually becomes her reality. 'Her dreams are not just dreams.' For her, they were like wonderful if they gave her positive vibes and horrible if they gave negative vibes. She was pissed off. Why not? However the horrible start may be due to these nightmares she thought the remaining day will go on smoothly but why would luck ever be at her side? It was going all good until Julie, a women in mid forties and the owner of the cafe, decided to lash out on her.

The Ancient Domains of Mystery is the collective term for the group of mages, that seeks to further the territories of mankind. They happen to uncover another ancient domain this time and it was believed to be the place called Dystopia. Since the trio already decided to accept the mission, they have already done their research, and this is what they found out so far based on the old accounts recorded on the books.

I never realized how peaceful humans look when they are in the depths of deep slumber. Just by looking at one you would think all well within the world, and maybe it is but not in my world. As I watch Sky sleep I realize two things, one being that I have finally embraced the fact that I'm a nonhuman and the other is that for the first time in my life I am truly scared. For the last few days all I have been feeling this intense fear, gut wrenching fear that at any moment one of the demons after me would come and kill the love of my life. Hence why I have been watching him sleep and basically following him around for days now.

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Her granny called her almost everyday just to know what she saw the previous night and Juana would tell her everything. Sometimes, Juana didn't see anything at all, sometimes she saw good things, but most times, she had nightmares. When her granny called to ask about her dream the night after she saw something about avocados, Juana refused to tell her about it because it involved someone dying. The person was dying. Not dead. She didn't want to imagine any of her parents or even her granny dying, when she tried to, the imagination hurt her so much she got bad headaches. Juana felt like telling someone about it, talking to someone about her whole life, but she wanted a neutral person because

Demitri glared at her. "If you're not stressing, then you can easily take a break and read a book." Becca said with a huge smirk. Demitri's eyes narrowed, then he got up and walked to the non-fiction part of the library. He picked up a history book about the cold war and sat back down. He opened the book and stuck his tongue out at Becca.

“Oh? Well, get some rest. I won’t disturb you.” He raised a brow. “Did I say you were disturbing me? “ “Why no, but...” “I said you can talk to me as long as you want. So, talk about whatever you want until you get sleepy. I’m all ears.” I smiled. “I appreciate that.” He leaned back in his chair. “How long have you been afraid of c thunderstorms?” “Pretty much all my life. Hell, I don’t even like to drive in them. I’ll pull over on the side of the road and wait it out.”

She wasn't sure what she would do with herself when the contract expired. Damon opened the door without knocking. He entered the room wearing black pyjamas bottoms. His chest was bare. Ara stared at his sculpted body. Damn, he had such a sexy shape. “Tonight’s chapter is about a cold billionaire who becomes obsessed with the erotic writer under his roof. He fucks her in every corner of his domain. He ruins her until she understands she belongs to him completely.” "That sounds very familiar," Ara smiled. "So I expect you to do a good job."

Marcus cast his eyes down as his shame covered him like a new winter’s coat. “ For now,Noah, please just trust me.” For a while after Noah left his room, Marcus stared up at the ceiling, feeling like the lowest form of life for lying to his best friend. How could he possibly explain to him that his dad and new girlfriend were being haunted by an ancient spirit, the same one who haunted his gran and her sister years before? “ Hello Marcus.” The voice which suddenly interrupted his thoughts, was melodious and familiar. Marcus looked to his side and by the light of the moon beaming through the window, he saw her.

It never said the target had to be human. Before I could overthink it, I broke free from the eerie puppets. Sliding forward, I threw myself at the bleeding ghost bride, hugged her tight, and wailed, "Dear, why did it take you so long to get here? I've been looking everywhere for you!" The ghost bride's eyes widened. "Who are you?" "I'm Samuel Lynch from Brightwater Shore," I said without hesitation. "Your loving husband."