Space Horror Novels & Stories

It smelt like shit in here. It was quiet. Too quiet. dust, cobwebs, and graffities on the walls and floors. Four endless walls and a staircase leading to another floor. The walls were encircling me as if I was the victim of an ambush. I then noticed almost forcefully, the empty space where a window would have stood, shattered, sharp remains of glass still lie. The wooden floor was rotten with fungus growing in the corners. I gagged, then heard a shattering noise. I paused, but I was ready to attack. It sounded like it came from upstairs. I walked up the stairs, alarmed by my surroundings, As I lifted my head to defy its insubstantial stare, something caught my eye.

Brightness. It was all that I saw towards the end. Zeus and Lucifer were about to attack each other for the last time, the final strike, the last clash, the moment that would destroy the portals between Heaven and Hell and leave all the souls in one single realm. The second that they began to move towards each other, I let my consciousness return back to my body and my eyes shot wide open. Brightness. It felt like it lasted forever, but it slowly vanished to reveal a blue sky above, not a single cloud in sight. It was silent now, the war was over.

No excuses, now that the guns were owned, they were running around like dogs biting people, twining like snakes, and biting, as well as several people, being asphyxiated. In which simply exploding in the hands of the soldiers, when they took their hands along with them, the ships broke down as their engines stopped working. It was weird how the only things that worked were really just satellite TV channels. Tsuki went towards the other side of the Moon, when he used the help of spirits to infiltrate through the ship's air duct, when it was preparing to shoot towards Earth, but hitting the Moon in question. Despair took over the world, everyone was being persecuted, spirits went around haunti

the hologram rasped, "I'm dead. The Overseer is a lie. The Aethelgard Empire is a ghost. The ships are empty. A few hundred families living in a VR dream while the drones do the killing. I was a sleeper. A virus in his system. Use my override code: Zero-Zero-Reset." The hologram vanished. "Empty ships?" Kaelor spat. "All this blood... for a bunch of ghosts in a machine?" "It makes it easier to kill them," Aradaa said. He slammed the launch sequence. The G-force was a hammer. It slammed them into the padded seats, crushing the air from their lungs. Aradaa’s vision went black at the edges. The mountain fell away. The sky turned from blue to bruised purple, then to the absolute, terrifying blac

Mina screamed, pointing her pulse-pistol at the Reality-Fractures above. Droves of smaller, winged constructs descended like locusts. It was Action-Horror at its peak; the sky was a sheet of falling obsidian. The mercury-worlder’s tank took a direct hit, the liquid metal spilling out and hardening into a jagged tomb. The fiber-optic scouts were being snuffed out one by one, their lights fading into the static.

CHAPTER 6: Zara’s Pov BOOK 3 - Alien Ovipositor Probe "Houston, this is Salvage Runner Seven. I'm breaching the derelict now there's no signs of life, no power readings, let's do the standard sweep and scavenge." I cut the comm before Houston could respond with their usual safety protocol bullshit. Three months alone in deep space meant I'd stopped caring about regulations somewhere around week two. The airlock hissed open and I floated into darkness that smelled like metal and something organic. The scent made my skin prickle.

I felt his chest press against my back, his heart a frantic, heavy thud. "What is it?" I breathed. "Drone," he hissed. I looked up. High above the mist, a single red light was blinking—a slow, mechanical eye tracking a grid pattern over the cemetery. It was a Vesper eye. If we stepped out from under the stone overhang, the scrambler would hide our biometrics, but it wouldn't hide the physical ripple in the mist.

Then the horror roared. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! The sound shattered valleys. Destroyed cliffs. Sent shockwaves across continents. But this time— nobody stepped back. Not the armies. Not the heirs. Not the guardians. Nobody. Because for the first time— the horror looked afraid. Actually afraid. Honestly? Fair. Very fair. Reasonable actually. Then the creature moved. Fast. Far too fast. Its massive hand shot toward Thomas. Reality exploded around it. The sky tore open. Mountains cracked.

Like a constant tic Reminding her of every passing second She could see every so often A lost wispy ghost wandering the streets Sometimes crowding in an alleyway Plotting nothing of importance Since they couldn’t focus much on agendas The closing dividers darkening their memory Like shutting doorways giving no way to haunting thoughts Of friends and foes, families and future Nothing mattered except for the longing to be someplace far Where no-one craved for the Hollow Night And the end was truly within their grasp Slowly as days passed And Pepper Rei finally heard from the gossiping souls About the man who could see The presence of these otherworldly beings So seeing the first reassuring may

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.