Novel & Cerita Road Horror

] The rain intensified. Headlights pierced the downpour like blades through mist. At the bend in the road, an unfamiliar scent struck me—rot, wildness, disorder. A Rogue. My wolf surged instantly. The next second, a black SUV shot from behind and slammed into me without slowing. Metal shrieked. The impact was violent. The steering wheel spun wildly in my grip. The rear end fishtailed, tires screaming against pavement. The sharp scent of blood flooded the air. This wasn't an accident.

In a fright of losing his life, he rushed out of the parking lot immediately to book the first flight back to Tehran. Amara runs to her car with Alexander and the fakir after they drop Lima in the later's house. The highway leading to the destination was completely deserted with not a single vehicle on the road. It was totally dark. The fakir drives fast because Amara has no much time. She has to end the monster or surrender to him in the next two hours. Else, he would destroy her entire family. A bat flew from nowhere obstructing the front view. It fell on the car's windshield dragging marks of blood on it. Amara closed her ears and made a loud squeak. The fakir who was driving the car went

Lottie POV I sat in the car, my hands gripping the steering wheel tightly as I bombed it down dark country lanes, the night swallowing up the beam of our headlights. The road was a serpentine twist through the heart of nowhere, bordered by looming trees that danced eerily with the wind. It was the perfect setting for a horror movie, but for me, it was just another backroad shortcut. "You are going the wrong way," Liam huffed beside me, his fingers digging into the dashboard and door, knuckles white with tension.

Lucifer, your going to come up the middle with Hellraiser. Reaper and Bonez throw down the empty guns. "Set these bitches on fire." I say pointing to the SUVs. I cloak us all as we start setting fire to the SUVs parked around the clubhouse. Using their paranormal strength Reaper and Bonez push burning SUVs against all the exits. No one will get in and no one will get out. The horde is so caught up in the fight none of them realize their guns have been taken out. Their getaway cars are out of commission. And their exits have been blocked.

Face was covered in blood from wiping away the stains of hair that fell in my face and the sweat because it felt like a damn workout. In my eyes you are a pussy when you think you only need a fucking gun to protect yourself, thinking you are the men and no person in their right man would think to challenge , would fear you just at the mere sight of a gun but not me apparently. I’m not anyone, I’m Aaliyah, assassin of the Italian mafia known as Shadow of death.

Brad fell silent too, and the whole car was filled with an uneasy quietness. As time passed, maybe because of hearing bastard Archie's name, it triggered a discomforting feeling within me. My head started throbbing, and terrifying images flashed through my mind – raging flames, mangled bodies, haunting darkness. It felt as if I were trapped in a nightmarish realm, struggling to break free, but unable to escape. Suddenly, eerie and horrifying screams echoed in my mind, and a blood-red vision seemed to confront me, leaving me in a state of shock.

Everyone would see him arriving with me. Mr. Hayes pulled the sleek black car right up to the main entrance, past the usual drop-off zone. It was a conspicuous, showy stop. Caden opened his door and stepped out, then calmly walked around to my side and opened my door for me. He offered me his hand, a silent command. My mind screamed at me not to take it, not to let him parade me like this, but his eyes were on me, cold and unyielding. And I saw students turning, looking, whispering.

I turned and saw Harmony halfway up the ladder to my bed, half of her body crawling under my mosquito net. Her expression was grotesquely exaggerated, filled with fear as she stared at me. I let out a terrified scream and jumped upright from my bed in shock. The following scream came from Harmony, louder than mine, and then there was a crash as she fell off my bed, landing hard on the floor.

CHAPTER 6 — BLOOD UNDER MOONLIGHT Lyra’s POV The scream didn’t come from me. It came from the crowd. From the moment my claws tore through flesh, time fractured. Sound dulled. The feast hall—once roaring with laughter, music, and the thick scent of roasted meat—collapsed into stunned silence broken only by the wet thud of a body hitting stone. My hands were red. Not metaphorically. Literally. Blood slid down my fingers in slow, viscous lines, warm and unmistakably real. It dripped onto the marble floor, splattering against the Blackthorn crest carved beneath my feet.

In Aethelburg, the people lived in terror and grief. Beyond Aethelburg, hordes of refugees swarmed the roads and resorted to cannibalism, with corpses littering the land. All of it was born from King Ragnar's reign. Why did such an incompetent and ruthless man, who slaughtered the innocents, deserve a chance to atone for his crimes? My eyes burned red as I fixed the system with a deadly glare. It seemed to notice and asked in a cold, electronic voice. "Player 26, would you like to enter the scenario block?"