Stephen King Scariest Novels & Stories

Once the door was slammed shut, the car quickly sped away from the villa. Meanwhile, Stephanie couldn't sleep a wink in the villa. So, she decided to turn on the projector and watch a movie. There wasn't anyone around her, and yet she decided to pick a horror movie, being a complete idiot she was. The atmosphere projected on the screen was uneasy and scary, making Stephanie hold her breath subconsciously. She had never watched this particular movie before—in fact, she never even watched the trailer or a breakdown on it. That was why she had no idea when exactly she'd be greeted by a jumpscare.

It really overturned his outlook on life. The young star soul again said to the king of killers, “Annihilate isn’t that scary. The scariest thing is, after dissecting, throw a person into the maggots and let the maggots swallow them to death. You can imagine the scene of countless maggots swarming into your body and devouring you!” “No! No!” Starsoul's words were very enticing, and when the King of Killers thought of the scene, he had goosebumps all over his skin.

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

Life had transformed into an exhilarating, frenetic ride—a roller coaster that twisted and turned with the wild energy of Stephanie's presence. Under normal circumstances, fear and I were strangers. But as I teetered on the brink of a bubbling cauldron, primal terror took hold. Desperation surged within me, a wild, flailing attempt to evade my scalding demise. Beside me, Stephi's frantic struggles mirrored my own—equally futile, equally frantic. My eyes slammed shut, holding my breath, as I plummeted into the abyss, expecting searing agony.

I nodded, not quite answering and as I made to get out of the car, I found myself glued to the chair, invisible hands holding me as my eyes found Jacob's scary ones. "Am I clear?", He repeated, the calmness of his tone sending goosebumps up my spine as his scent filled the car making my nipples stand up at attention. Which didn't go unnoticed by Jacob, telling by the heightened intensity of his chocolate scent and the dazed look in his eyes, he was also affected. The King of Vampires was affected by me. "Yes", I let out, struggling against holds I couldn't see as I looked into his eyes, "Let me go".

It was slow, deliberate, and chillingly intimate. I pulled my face in disgust, instantly rolling my eyes. My fear was quickly replaced by a sudden annoyance. If their goal was to scare me, they should've come up with something a lot more creative. "If you’re trying to scare me, you’re going to have to work a lot harder than that. I’ve had men try to kill me in my sleep. I've been sold like livestock. I've had a bounty on my head. To me, you’re just a heavy breather with too much free time."

Still, almost nothing is the same as before. I’m a zombie, the living dead, the supreme specious of the planet, and the leader of one of the largest hordes in North America. I’m one of the Zombie Kings. My job is to keep the peace among zombies, keep my horde fed, and hunt humans for sport. I’m the stuff of Lacey’s nightmares now, and yet somehow, I have to rekindle our relationship so that I’m not forced to use her as a breeder.

He seemed like an easy prey: he stood still, closing his eyes and detached from what was happening. But instead, the Chosen One burst into the dark cloud. The vampire seemed to have lost the ability to breathe and move. Only gray shadows flashed before his eyes, paving the way to the first sprouts of fear in his cruel heart. - What is this?! - Kirian screamed, coughed and grabbed his throat. He saw a vague silhouette in front of him, and helplessly extended his hand, hoping to reach the enemy. The shadows thickened, covering him from all sides. Causing physical pain. The whole body tensed to the limit. The Chosen One growled, moving his head. He is strong! You can't beat him!

She looked up and around the room but nothing seemed out of sorts. "What?" She whispered to the wind but it stayed silent. "What do you see?" She whispered again and again, no reply. She rubbed her hands down her arm, suddenly feeling cold. She realized then that she had felt the same at the caves, with the dead werewolves. It was the same atmosphere, the same feeling. "My lord, I swear to you," Faunus went down on his knees in fear for the sight of Sebastian, the vampire lord, was a terrifying one to behold. The maids followed, dropping to their knees, all three of them.

Beyond the movie, watched her react is entertainment enough, though I didn’t want her to realized my impression of her. “Instead of covering your eyes, try covering your ears. The scariest part of horror movies is the jumpscare sounds. Sorry I didn’t ask you first.” “Really? I feel like the ghost will jump out of the screen and come for me.” She parted her fingers to peeked at me with one eye. “Is it gone?” I nodded quickly. Even in the dark, I could see her adorable expression. If only she knew I was aware of her true identity, I would reach for her…