Road Horror Novels & Stories

His eyes were an amazing shade of gold, and just now they sparkled with the dark promise of death. Almost too fast to follow his movements, the dark-haired man crossed the room with its crumbling plaster walls and stood behind the wolf with two curved, ornate hand sickles already in his hands. The soft ringing of metal resounded as he swung with expert precision, not even brushing her hair with his blades while he decapitated her tormenter. The head that had just been level with hers went one direction, while the hands gripping her arms fell away and the body toppled to the floor on her other side. Her mouth fell open in stunned horror, then clamped firmly shut again as she was sprayed with

Even his feet seemed like someone cut them apart. Her eyes were no longer asking to see anything. The scenes horrified her soul. Anna started panicking when she heard a noise coming from behind the door. A black cat came out from there, and under the soles of those fellows, he made a cross sign using their own blood. She couldn't even utter a word, as if someone stole her voice away. Tears were flowing from her eyes like heavy rainfall. She silently watched everything, how the cat used his sharp claws to peel their skin off, and they had no power to scream.

She grabbed the headphones from the nightstand and placed them over her ears. Saylor curled up next to her, and soon he was asleep. Minnow carefully let herself think about what she had remembered from the flashbacks in her nightmare. Had her mind played a trick on her or did the men indeed have yellow eyes? Maybe she believed they did because her brain perceived them as animals for what they had done to her? Rage quickened her blood, and the resentment grew inside her like a tumour. Death was the only punishment good enough for these monsters. Eventually, she huddled under the covers and gripped the sheets until her fingers hurt. She held her breath, waiting for the soft music to take her m

"Time to be the hunter. No more crates? No problem. I'll hunt monsters instead." He floored it. The massive black RV roared back onto the highway. This time, he didn't swerve around the zombies. Fifty kilometers later, he spotted a cluster of them—seven or eight shambling figures blocking the road. A savage grin spread across his face. "Hunting time." CRUNCH! CRUNCH! CRUNCH! Dull, heavy impacts echoed across the empty highway, punctuated by the crack of snapping bones. The black steel beast plowed into the horde at 80 km/h—like a bowling ball through a rack of pins.

No amount of fighting against the haziness was working but nevertheless, she pushed on. Just like in every bad horror film she’s had the misfortune of watching, she tripped, surging forward and hitting the ground head first. She knew there was no chance to get up now and run. Tears of helplessness and desperation choked her throat. She was too wounded to turn into her wolf form; not forgetting the wolf lichen Rowan put in her and the car was already slowing down beside her. Three brawny men stepped out of the car, slowly approaching her with conniving smirks. One of them blew a long whiff of smoke before crushing the last piece of cigarette under the heel of his brown leather boot.

and I knew a lot of shortcuts on the way there to confuse them. "Do you have a gun? Hold on to something!" I turned the wheel hard to the right again, taking out a few members of Nightshade, sending them skidding along the ground as sparks came up from the wet pavement. She scoffed. "Shifters don't carry guns!" "Well, after this, I think we should!" I cut the wheel hard to the left sharply, taking out a few more on motorcycles that were creeping up beside us, creating spectacular wipeouts. "Is Cruz still back there?"

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 The yacht lurched as a drone dived low with its slipstream rattling the mahogany panels of the cabin. The calm, bourbon-smooth face of Silas Blackwood finally cracked. He turned toward the navigation screen with his violet eyes narrowing at the digital image of Julian Thorne’s mocking face.

Robert stood frozen, a statue of horror, staring at his hands as the realization of his sin began to pierce through his stupor. At that moment, a single, warm drop of blood trailed down Lara’s forehead and seeped into her eye. Her vision turned a violent, visceral red. It was a baptism of gore. She forced her eyes open, the world stained crimson, only to find the ultimate nightmare staring back at her. Suzy… her little witch… her only light… lay slaughtered in the dark.

Emily looks behind her and could swear she saw a shadow move about 20 feet back. They both start to walk quickly down the road. Suddenly they stop when they hear someone rushing at them. Turning, Jenna feels the first impact. Then Emily gets hit over the head. When they wake up, they are in the trunk of a car, tied and gagged. Jenna has a bruise starting to show on her left eye and a big scratch on her cheek. Emily doesn't look harmed but has a huge headache. They try to get free but don't succeed. Instead, they roll around to see if they can see what is in the trunk they can use.

What’s going on? I look up to see that we had nearly hit a Black car that was sitting in the middle of the road but the Uber driver had swerved off the road in time and hit a tree beside the road instead. It was nearly dark with the now thundering rain so I couldn’t see the other car’s plate clearly. My driver seemed to have knocked his head and lost consciousness. We were on the lone road to the mansion. This was just like in those horror movies. I was beginning to get frightened. The car’s time read Seven forty-five pm on the dot. I was always scared of being alone in the dark since I could remember. I tap the driver, trying to shake the driver to wake him up. My heart was accelerating and