Sandman Horror Novels & Stories

She has been holding back, and now that the situation is sustained, she can't hold it anymore. She needs something to extinguish the fire that is inflicting her, or, no one can't bear to imagine what the consequences will be like if anger and desperation eat her up. Likewise, she will turn into someone that she herself can recognize. Samantha crawls on the dirt ground and deliriously mumbles through gasping, "I- I need blood. I need blood. Blood. I want blood!!" Samantha cries out a horrible shriek, causing the birds and other creatures of the dark forest into a disorderly flight.

Taking a deep breath I opened my mouth to speak when I felt a strange stinging sensation in my left shoulder. "Wait.. what was that? What have you done to me?" I was scared and unable to move from the spot. My legs instantly collapsed causing me to end up in a heap on the forest ground. "No!" I heard someone scream but then everything around me went dark.

“Yes, you see, I’ve thought of it long and hard. I’m sure Amy misses us and would like to meet her brother, you know, or don’t you think so?” “Huh?” Sandra asked, genuine confusion evident in the question. Sam didn’t notice though. He went on talking excitedly, waving his arms as he spoke, little droplets of blood flying from where Sandra had bitten him. A drop landed on her neck, filling her with revulsion, but she did her best to keep the disgust away from her face and maintain a look of polite inquiry. Sam’s eyes shone in the glare of the lamp, scaring Sandra more than she had ever been scared in her life. She glanced at the door and noted with great relief that for once, Sam had neglecte

Samantha’s scream tore through the clearing. The pain intensified—searing white-hot through her chest, her limbs, her skull. She collapsed fully to the ground, her fingers digging into the soil. Her body arched, and a snarl—inhuman and raw—escaped her lips. Her eyes rolled back. The world around her flickered. She saw shadows—wolves with glowing eyes, stars tumbling from the heavens, rivers of silver blood, a forest on fire—and a boy with mismatched eyes whispering: “We miss you, sister.”

Hands lunged for my throat from all sides as I desperately tried to pull out the meteor hammer from my inventory, only to find it missing. "Looking for this?" Silvia held up my meteor hammer from behind. "That level-six item of yours is pretty impressive. If it were just Derrick, he wouldn't stand a chance. "You're not a player, are you? You don't even know the most basic rule. Cursed items don't work on players. They only affect the entities in the dungeon. Players can only harm each other using modern weapons." It all clicked at once as I realized she had already teamed up with Derrick, and when the meteor hammer struck him earlier, Silvia must have used her Hypnotic Eyes on me, which mean

long black gloves on his hands and a look of horror on his face that made Brandon’s heart want to stop in his chest. “Filthy beast! Kill him! KILL HIM!!!” The man screamed. But no shots rang out. Instead the mans face degraded into that of a malicious storm....or demon. The palm man ripped off his gloves and black lights danced across his body....across his hands. Brandon screamed and collapsed into a small ball sobbing. He felt so lost. So alone. So confused. He didn’t want to see these things anymore. He didn’t want to remember THEM....or Their faces. His friends. His enemies. His monsters.

She ogled at me angrily as tears threatened to dropped down her soft cheek. "Lov–" She hanged up her hand towards me and rushed back to her room. ~~~~ How are you viewing "nightmares" How is this going to end? 😶😶😶😶 ©Lharry's pen

“What you’re doing is illegal.” “So is sucking the blood from innocent humans!” Jo retorted. “Or at least it used to be! Before President Crimsoncrotch and his cronies took office. Look. At. Me.” Slowly, the monster lowered his arm, revealing the steel grey eyes that assured Jo one pull of her trigger would end him. She didn’t hesitate. As he opened his eyes to make another plea for his life, her finger flinched, pulling back the tiny piece of metal that let fly a larger projectile, this one exploding between his eyes and leaving him staring into her own blankly for a half a second before he dissipated into a pile of black ash, mingled with piss.

The man's hand on my arm immediately fell. They stepped back but stopped when continuous thunders echoed in the sea. I got startled too, but I stood still on my position and fixed my eyes on the man in front. He's just standing there, no weapons, and eyes glowing in the midst of darkness. He didn't just look dangerous. He looked lethal. The look in his eyes screamed bloodshed. The thought of what he could do in anger made me shiver.

She was so drunk that night, it was her first time drinking and Azria had failed to warn her. She could see it clearly, as if she was watching it. This time instead of focusing on the terrible thing Mr. Anderson had done to her, she noticed that his eyes were cobalt, deep like the sea. They were the same color as Azria's. The exact same,the same storm brewing, the same lighting. Everything was the same, it was actually terrifying.