Space Horror Novels & Stories

Modern, furnished and beautiful and looking new everyday although the house was five years old already. Juana's coffee was transparent, lot of water,lot of sugar, no milk. So she could see her face while sipping at it. Her big blue eyes were a bit undefined, her expression showed fear with a mixture of helplessness and unusual calm. Then the dream came again. Avocado. Garden. Branch. Third branch. Corpse dripping with blood. Loose. Screaming. Empty House. Dream. "Oh my goodness" she sighed, dropping her half empty mug. She tried to make meaning out of it, but it was a little creepy..

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 The fall was not a clean drop; it was a chaotic, bone-jarring descent through a forest of splintering glass and severed data cables. As the inner sanctum of the Spire disintegrated, Maya felt the stomach-flipping lurch of zero gravity, followed immediately by the crushing weight of the Spire’s erratic artificial atmosphere. The air was thick with the smell of ozone, burnt silicon, and the metallic tang of the English Channel’s spray, which was being sucked upward into the vortex created by the Spire’s collapse.

Jessica's voice went dead serious. "This manor has thirty floors. The monsters on the lower floors? They're simple. Predictable. They work on pure instinct. Learn their patterns, and you can survive. Treat them like traps. But the higher you go... the ones at the top are a different breed entirely. They won't just kill you. They'll shatter your sanity in seconds. They'll show you what true terror really is." "She's right," Brad chimed in, his smile turning predatory.

"They've started a 'Crowdfunded Sequel'! They're 'Buying' the rights to your reality! The 'Horror Movie' is a 'Live Script'! Every person who buys a ticket is 'Voting' for a new tragedy!" Silas looked out the window. Across the street, the digital billboard for the movie was flickering. The "Alpha" actor was no longer staring at Kaelen. He was standing in their apartment—or a perfect, high-res version of it. He was looking at a "Duplicate Silas" and a "Duplicate Lyra" who were currently being slaughtered by a pack of "Feral Errors." THE ECLIPSE: EXPERIENCE THE TOTAL LIQUIDATION OF THE NORTH. SHOWING TONIGHT.

The air in the maintenance crawlspace was thick enough to chew. It tasted of scorched ozone, burnt hair, and the lingering, copper tang of fear. Above them, through the thin metal grating of the ceiling, the sounds of the massacre continued—the hiss of liquid nitrogen meeting bone-deep fire, the screams of mercenaries dying in a trap set by their own employer, and the robotic, emotionless commands of the Council Shock Troopers.

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.

“Don’t look back.” But she did. Through the grating below, the fog thickened, glowing faintly now as though lit from within. Shadows shifted in the vapor, vague shapes pressing against the container walls, testing them, searching for weakness. Her throat tightened. She had seen monsters before—men turned into weapons, cities turned into ash. But this… this felt older. Hungrier. They reached the command deck door just as the klaxon shrieked: Lockdown in ten seconds. Marek slammed his palm against the scanner. It blinked red. Denied.

The freaky end of days was coming. I faced the camera, my voice steady for all the people in the city to hear. "The freaky apocalypse is here, folks. I'm going to help you out as best I can. First up, find cover where the wind can't get you, subways, basements, factories, banks, any safe spot." Lights flickered on in every underground parking lot. The ground rumbled with a deep roar, setting the stage for Jim as he led his crew of infant spirits into a clash with the Haunts that sliced through the wind.

The ceiling was making a bad noise. It was not a sound it was like the scream of heavy metal being twisted by a giant hand. Dust was falling from the roof like grey snow. It was covering Bensons hair as he stared at the computer screen. The orange ship in the sky was getting its big weapon ready. He could see the power rising on the monitor. A angry circle of light. This light meant that death was coming in than two minutes. "Benson move!" Dr. Aris shouted. She grabbed his arm her fingers digging into his skin. "The spider robots are through the gate! If we do not leave now we will die before the ship even shoots!"

​The Ouroboros flagship, the Apophis, hung over the Iron Peak like a god of the New World, its violet siphoning beam beginning to hum with a frequency that made the very molecules of the mountain vibrate. In the atrium, the monitors shattered. The lights flickered and died, leaving only the bioluminescent glow of the Silver Force and the pulsing violet veins of the flagship above. ​"They’re charging a sub-spatial vacuum," Mistress Vora shouted over the rising roar. "They don't just want the energy, they’re going to rip the 'source code' out of the children's marrow!"