Road Horror Novels & Stories

Her eyes widened and she gasped, she almost ran down Anthony who stood on the way. Before she could stop the car, Anthony easily flew on top of her car with a teleporting speed that left her mouth agape. And with the blink of an eye, the hoodie on the roof came rolling headless down the windshield, his blood staining the windshield. Kayla gasped and shuddered at the grisly sight, unintentionally running the hoodie over before she drew up. She whipped her head around, the taillights aiding her to see the hoodies that were now out of their cars, all in that strange form, hissing at Anthony who she only saw his back.

They emerge from a hole in the ground, a dark and menacing opening that seems to be the very gate to the underworld. The Drider, an equally terrifying entity, accompanies them. Its appearance is a grotesque blend of spider and humanoid, with a body covered in dark hair and long, sharp legs that creak with every movement. Its eyes, a bloody red, reflect pure malice and an insatiable thirst for power. Together, Drider and the Skinning of the mind are the embodiment of horror, a sight that could chill the bravest of souls to the bone.

Her breaths came in sharp, jerky bursts, and her bullets echoed in the silence like buried screams emerging from an open grave. Blood covered Mohamed's face too, and his shirt was ripped as if a part of him had been torn away, making him and Susan look like survivors of some brutal encounter with vampires. The earth itself seemed to be vomiting up its darkest secret: human remains scattered before Susan's car, its windshield shattered like a monstrous Mao that had devoured everything inside, only to spit it out. This wasn't an accident—it was a nightmare seeping into reality. Mina advanced cautiously, every beat of his heart screaming at him to turn back, yet his legs carried him closer unti

“Maybe we can just… ease past them.” He inched forward, the bumper of the SUV nudging a lone walker that had stumbled into our path. The thing crumpled and fell under the tire with a wet, sickening crunch. The sound was a trigger. As one, the horde awoke. It wasn’t a slow stirring. It was an explosion of jerking limbs and gnashing teeth. Empty eye sockets seemed to fix on us, and a low, collective moan rose into the air, a sound that was somehow more terrifying than a scream. They converged, a shambling tide of rotting flesh, surrounding the car in seconds. Fists and decaying faces thudded against the windows, smearing them with gore.

They’ll just think I’m another broke girl with bad luck. It would be simple. Boring. Safe. I take one step forward. Headlights wash over me. I freeze. A low purr of an engine grows louder, cutting through the morning quiet. A sleek black car emerges from the mist, gliding down the road like some kind of predator cloaked in polished metal. It slows as it nears me. My heart trips over itself. Maybe it’s a random human on their way to work. Maybe it’s somebody lost. Maybe this is how horror stories start.

He had just received a call from Paul, who had the latest information on their investigation. Unfortunately, Liam's journey was not a smooth one. As he drove along a deserted and dark road in a wooded area, he suddenly felt something heavy fall onto the roof of his car. The impact was so loud that the car swerved and almost went off the road. Liam was startled and looked back to see what had happened. Liam couldn't believe what he saw. There were two scary looking female figures on the roof of his car. They had fiery red eyes, long sharp nails and menacing fangs. "Wait! What are they?" muttered Liam in shock.

I glanced out of the window every once in a while, watching the buildings going by and people going about their business, completely unaware of the creatures that threatened their very existence. We headed out of the city and drove deep into the Rocky Mountains until we were at the gates of the werewolf compound. The guards quickly opened the gate to let us in and we drove for another half an hour down the road, passing houses and businesses until we got to the pack house. Crimson Fangs Pack was one of the largest packs in North America, and one of the most feared. Their bloodline was old, dating back to when wolves were first created. We pulled up outside of a large mansion, guards armed wi

Ronan caught her trying to hold her still. “Mallory.” He panicked as he watched her go almost lifeless. She opened her eyes slowly, in darkness. Everything was pure black, a haunting light appeared off in the distance. Then a rush of wind. The sound of wind began to sped up and then as if a move screen opened in front of the images began to flash. A haunting yellow door slowly swung open. Blood, a lake of blood. A couple with their throats slashed open, blood flowing down them. Stairs to a Batman poster room. A small boy was slaughtered in his bed. A family slaughtered in a small cabin. Wolf tracks on the floor covered in blood. A woman comes home to find her family dead. Bodies after bodies

Let’s see how this one ends for our girl. [And if she rejects him, he gets angry and kills people anyway. Same outcome, different flavor.] The air felt charged, hormones spiking fast. That familiar dryness hit my throat again. My eyes felt glued to his face. I couldn’t look away. I’d experienced this before. There was a dungeon once, Rose Manor. The feeling was exactly the same as when I ran into Zero and Jackson back then. The moment I lock eyes with an anomaly that fits my taste, my stupid love-struck brain starts overheating on its own.

Aria returned to consciousness to find herself and Hal half-covered in what was the ceiling. They found a Redcap Fae. This wasn’t a type of fae normally found in caves. Doing his thing. Covered in blood, the Redcap ate something until it ran past them and down the tunnel. Aria didn’t want to know more about the creature’s meal. Its meal would be stomach-turning.