Short Horror Novel Novels & Stories

"Just her fingernails are more beautiful than your whole being. You know what? You can have the room to yourself." I picked up a pillow and left, banging the door so hard that the entire house shook. KINGDOM OF THE GHOSTS OF TERROR A multitude of naked figures could be seen in the dark all sitting before a terrifying figure sitting on a throne with a golden crown on his head. From the aura, he was exuding and how all the figures before him slightly bowed their heads to him, it was obvious that he was their king. A great terrifying scary king with a scar so deep running across his cheek down to his jaw. He was merely sitting yet was towering over everyone. It can't be mistaken to call him a g

As I opened the door to my bathroom, my eyes went wild in shock as I saw the shadow of a naked man, sleeping in my bathtub. I shifted the cotton properly and that woke him up. When he turned, his eyes were yellow, his skin white and fangs were protruding from his mouth. Scared out of my mind, I felt light-headed. It suddenly became difficult to breathe and instead of screaming, I began losing consciousness "Shit! Bella" That was the last thing I heard while embracing darkness. """""" Leave your amazing reviews guys and I'll update one more chapter today. If you're reading Damon, sorry for the slow update. The next two chapter is in the oven and will be updated ten to eleven hours from now. B

Slowly… slowly… Until it stood right above her head. Anusha froze with fear. She turned her head slightly— There was no one in the room. But on the wall… the shadow stood. And then— The shadow’s head moved close to her ear and whispered— “I have come…” Her eyes widened. The next second, the lamp went out. The room plunged into darkness. And someone grabbed her shoulder— Cold… icy… not human at all. Anusha screamed and fainted. When she woke up in the morning, the guest house was normal.

I steeled myself and opened the door. The hallway was awash in red. Smears and spatters of bright and dark blood covered the walls, the floor, and my door. My head reeled. What the hell happened? Why was there so much blood outside my door? Hadn't the guy in 603 seen it through his peephole? I couldn't help looking toward apartment 603. To my surprise, the door stood half-open, and it was dead quiet inside. I picked my way past the bloodstains and made my way to apartment 603.

I awoke to sharp knocking on the door. I got out of bed and opened the door. My father stood before me looking distraught. “Father?” “Come quickly,” he demanded starting off down the hallway. I quickly pulled on some pants and grabbed a white tunic throwing it over my head as I ran to catch up. “What’s going on?” Shaun didn’t speak until we were outside and away from the Convent heading to the woods. “There’s been another witch murder, similar to the last, but her insides were removed. Is it something other than hunters? The first was definitely hunters. The other two have been brutal.”

A shrill scream penetrated the atmosphere in the residential area, followed by a second and third scream. Someone could be heard running for their life in the area. But they were quickly tackled after that. Humanoid figures could be seen tearing apart the victim beneath them with their mouths, as though they were rabid beasts. The security guards, who were patrolling the residential area, pulled out their pistols while wearing looks of horror. But the next thing they knew, they were instantly overwhelmed and mauled to death by the zombie horde. As expected, the zombie outbreak was here right on the dot.

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

I had no time to waste, and that ocean of books was demanding my undivided attention. So, as a last resort, I checked the files for classification of books and eventually found the section regarding interracial mating. The topic of the two bloodlines was eye-opening for me, my heart flipped several times reading the details of the bonds. I was so lost in gathering those facts that time flew by, and I couldn’t notice the sun was setting in the East when Nova started howling painfully. “We’re going to lose something very important, Helena. I’m scared!” Her pure fear enveloped my body. I considered this reaction natural, as the chapter I was reading was terrifying. However, soon my stomach knot

We continue up the hill, but all stop and look down, eyes widening in horror at what lays on the other side. The grass at the bottom of the hill is not the lush green it normally is this time of year, the same as the green we saw coming up. No. Instead it is stained red and brown. Flesh and torn human limbs and remains litter the ground in an almost perfect circle. Pack members at the bottom of the hill, toss more and more clothes and limbs onto the pile. Gathering the human remains to be burned. Iselyn hooks a finger through one of the jeans belt loops and pulls me to her. Then proceeds to tug me a little ways away from the group.

Lady Tatya lounged about in her chambers, reading a horror novel. This was one of her favorite genres. She loved the thrills, the twists, the terrifying reality that burst through the pages. But most of all, she loved the creativity. So many ways to die, so many ways to make someone fall on their own sword. Tatya turned the page with such vigor, she almost ripped it. Yes, this was the moment in the story where the characters were cornered and trapped by the monster, the monster that had a million ways to torture them. Skinning, drowning, beheading… all wonderful ways to cause someone’s death.