Tallest Horror Characters Novels & Stories

"His name's Dwayne Bower. He went to college with the killer, Jacob Zeller, the victim, Tom Bancroft, and Edgar Maguire, the man who was killed a few days ago. All four shared a dorm." Hank slammed the desk. "Look at his reaction. Does that look like a man who knew the killer and the dead? And Jacob killed five people, including an officer! Dwayne shows no shock, no grief, not even fear!" Steve said, "We went through his phone messages, too. Nothing turned up." Hank sank back into his chair, shoulders sagging. "What do the crime scene reports say?" "Scene evidence indicates that Jacob used the stairwell. The elevator cameras never captured him. The resident of apartment 603, a 35-year-old ma

They were forced to watch. “Release the Gorehound, Karn bellowed from his high seat. Across the pit, a steel portcullis yanked upward with violent ratcheting. The thing that stalked out wasn’t a lycan and wasn’t a wolf. It was a massive, magically corrupted horror from the badlands. It moved on four heavily muscled, hairless legs, standing twice as tall as an alpha. Its spine was lined with “Show them who you are, Elara!” Caleb roared from the stands, and his voice was cracking in this… weird, chaotic desperation thing, like it couldn’t decide if it was anger or fear.

The young horde leader has managed to burn the majority of her followers. Satisfied that Samael is safe for now, I turn my full attention to their leader. She's lost control of her power; I can't save her. Her aura will continue to grow until she's killed everyone in this area. Only an authority figure higher than her in the land of Tartarus can control her now, and there isn't a full-grown cyclops nearby. I watch in horror as the female Cyclops grows to her full size. She's over forty feet tall now, making her a bigger target and a larger threat than she was a moment ago. If she hits me now, her punches will kill me.

S-tier Malevolent Phantoms are terrifying. In response, Felix's mouth curled into a smile. "Yes, S-tier Malevolent Phantoms are indeed terrifying. But you also don't understand how terrifying those people were back in the Bronze Age."

Under the blazing sun, the party walked for an entire half hour before arriving at the village square. "Is this a stone altar?" "Aren't altars par for the course when it comes to myths about the sea? What's there to be surprised about?" The party discussed amongst themselves carefully, before Afro exclaimed, "Wait, that altar isn't made of stones, it's made of human skulls! Wasn't this supposed to just be an A-ranked dungeon? How did so many people die here?" At the center of the square stood a massive watchtower built entirely from human bones.

In the depths of Hell, where chaos reigned and tormented souls writhed in eternal torment, as they edged closer to escaping Edna, Marcus, and a Derek found themselves had to face a common foe. A massive demon giant, standing at a towering 50 feet tall, had emerged from the depths, ready to unleash devastation upon the accursed realm. Edna, clad in her rugged hunter's attire and wielding her trusty silver sword, had journeyed through the treacherous pathways of the underworld. Marcus, his werewolf form massive and formidable, with eyes gleaming with a primal hunger, joined her side. Derek, the vampire with unearthly grace and hypnotic allure, added his ancient powers to their group.

“Look at him. Is that fear in his eyes? Can you guys see it?” “Fear and pain.” “He’s been to dark places.” “That’s what I thought. Do I really need to watch the whole episode? Forty more minutes of this?” On the laptop screen, the progress bar of the video jumped to the last ten minutes. “Thank you!” The episode resumed on the view from the static cam the Haunters had placed in the basement I still hadn’t been to. The infrared light showed a quiet large room. Old furniture covered with tarps, grouped in two lines in the middle of the basement, with room for anybody to move around and between them. Big boxes neatly piled almost up to the ceiling along the wall on the left, the closest to the

Countless black streams of malevolent energy hung down, and the ground below those streams caved in. Under Horra's deft control, countless ghosts wearing black armor marched out of the Thousand-Soul Flag. There were regular ghosts, ghosts of generals, and skeletons. Those entities possessed an incredibly strong negative energy that made them as strong as a level nine supreme paragon. The aura they had was far stronger than that of Tomos and Sachin. After Horra summoned his minions from the flag, he waved his hands and commanded, "After him!" The apparitions roared in delight at the delicious feast of practitioners and rushed manically toward Severin.

‘Perhaps we can have the gods on our side again’. Haron. He emerges from the murky depths of the bleakness that surrounds me, but it’s not the old man who stands before me. He’s about six feet tall, his back is all hunched and his fangs look as large as my index finger. He growls at me, and I shrink before his massive size, the claws folding and unfolding in turns. ‘Cyran’. I dare look up then, slowly at first, but then, I see him. Or her. Or whatever it is.

I wanted to fucking kill each and every one of those fuckheads. Toris brought in an ugly fucking creature. His skin was black as night. It caused his red eyes to pop that much more. Its body was at least 7’0 tall. Its muscles had muscles. There was no denying how powerful it must have been. I had never met a demon in real life, but I could honestly say that I never wanted to see one again. I knew where this was going, and I wanted to puke. However, I would be here for her even if she did not realize that I was right here, witnessing it.