Space Horror Novels & Stories

The Hive ship was a monolith of shifting, liquid metal that stretched for miles across the horizon, blotting out the afternoon sun and replacing the natural light with a sickly, bruised violet glow that made the skin crawl. ​I stood on the helipad at the very peak of the Vane Spire, the freezing wind whipping my silver hair around my face like a shroud of frost. Below me, the city was in a state of absolute, paralyzed terror. The “Camouflage Frequency” was a memory, and the millions of humans who had lived in the comfortable shadow of the Iron King’s greed were now staring up at the mechanical face of their own extinction.

Then A sound. Faint. Almost impossible to hear. Music. Silence gripped the corridor. Because music made no sense. None. Not down here. Not underground. Not in a hidden facility. Yet it was unmistakable. A piano. Soft. Melancholy. Beautiful. Wrong. Very wrong. Cassian looked horrified. "The horror movie just got worse." Nobody argued. Because he wasn't wrong. The music continued. Drifting through the corridor. Leading deeper underground. Like a lure.

"The Moon is tired of games. If I do not bring the forest under the sea they will drop a metal spear from space. Everyone will die. The pods, your mother and you. Everything will be destroyed." June looked at her mother. Patience was shaking. She was staring at her mother. "Is she telling the truth?" June asked the soldier. "The metal spears from space are real " the soldier said. "They use gravity to hit the earth hard. One hit would turn this state into a giant hole." "I will not give you the codes " June said to the ghost-picture. ". I will make a choice." June’s fingers moved across the tablet. She was looking for a command her father had hidden.

Under the map, more details scrolled: HAZARD CLASSES: – PHYSICAL: SPIKE BARRIERS, COLLAPSING FLOORS, SHATTER EVENTS – ORGANIC: PREDATORY SPAWNS, HUNGER MOBS – ENVIRONMENTAL: LIGHT FAILURES, INK FOG PATCHES SCORING BONUSES: – CLOSE CALLS – COOPERATIVE SAVES – SPECTACULAR KILLS – CREATIVE ROUTE UTILIZATION Above us, a disembodied camera orb drifted into place, lens iris contracting as it focused. Another joined it. And another, until there were five of them hovering in a semi‑circle, blinking red status lights like they were eager.

Miranda swallowed hard before answering, her voice trembling. Everything was normal… until that day. I was asleep in my room when I woke from a nightmare—blood everywhere, murder, terror. At first, I thought it was just a dream, but soon Mr. Hussein and his wife started having the same visions. Sophia, too. No one in the villa was safe anymore. Fear gripped us. We saw shadows, figures haunting us. I saw one myself in my room. Doors slammed shut for no reason. Strange noises rose from every corner. And when night fell… the house turned into a nightmare. Voices, screams, movements. They only disappeared when we turned on the lights.

If it is a girl Ma Vista, the child will start having nightmares at the age of 16, some develop a bit later than that and their nightmares finishes in the middle of their 17th year. Suddenly we are at the bottom of the website and its over, that’s all the information were going to get out of it. I look at Ash the bit about meeting the other Ma Vista has never happened before. Now we know we are the last creatures of the light, so to destroy these monsters we have to do it, because if we don’t win, if they win the world will suffer and eventually the monsters will rule the world with the master. Until they became bored of him and this time when he dies, he won’t be reincarnated because there

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

The Master AI blinked, projecting the route. << ACTIVATING ROUTE GUIDANCE. DISTANCE TO BIOLOGY RESEARCH CENTER: 5 KILOMETERS. >> << ROUTE: THROUGH SLUM AREAS CONTAMINATED BY 'PEEPER ZOMBIES' (NEW VARIANT: 'STALKER ZOMBIE' – HIGHLY CUNNING, MOVES WITHOUT SOUND, SENSITIVE TO WI-FI SIGNALS). << Warning: High risk of falling into the 'Silence Trap'. >> Stalker Zombies? Wi-Fi signal sensitive? Bima frowned.

"The between-space isn't completely safe. There are things that live here. Things that hunt lost souls." I felt my stomach drop. "What kind of things?" "Void walkers. Reality parasites. The ghosts of collapsed worlds." Erina's shadow fiends were becoming more agitated, their movements sharp and anxious. "The between-space is where broken things come to die. And sometimes, those broken things don't want to die alone." "Why the hell didn't you mention this earlier?" Brady demanded. "I didn't think she'd go far! I thought she was just walking to clear her head, not..."

Pulse. It swept over the serving omegas carrying silver trays. Clean. Pulse. It touched the row of twelve elite Imperial Guards standing along the western pillars—and my heart stopped. A cold, greasy shiver shot up my spine. Inside the chest of the lead guard—a tall, decorated officer named Captain Hector—was a tiny, black, thread-like parasite coiled directly around his heart. It wasn't black-vein plague. It was something far worse: a living, dormant shadow-spore. It didn't rot the flesh; it fed on the host's Alpha aura, waiting for a signal to take total cognitive control.