Terrifying Images Novels & Stories

At the same time, a big part of her did not want to utter a single word of it, afraid that if she gave voice to it, she might somehow set the terrible events into motion. “It was horrible,” she whispered, opening her eyes to try to banish the terrifying images still haunting her. “Everything was dead. Brown and dead and rotting. The whole world looked brown and dead, every plant, every flower, every tree. And you…you just disappeared. You faded away, right there in my arms, like a ghost, until there was nothing left of you.” She shuddered at the memory. “I couldn’t hold onto you, couldn’t find you, and I was looking for you and screaming your name. It just…it

You will be safe if you can overcome your fears but you will die here if you can't win over your fears. Now, that was comforting. I sneered. Death and freedom all in a sentence. What a perfect usage. I was wondering what my fears would be and imagined fighting with my claws and teeth when the portal changed again and I saw images appearing on it. I stumbled back in surprise as I saw the images on the screen. Of all the things that I was guessing of that could be my fears, this images being projected vividly before me was the last thing I had hoped to see. How possible was this? I felt chills over my body and couldn't help shivering. I was scared and prayed like I had never done before that I

My dreams intertwined with reality, creating terrifying images that mocked me from across the room, taunting me until I curled up beneath the duvet and squeezed my eyes shut. Then the morning came, though I couldn’t really say that I awoke. I struggled to free myself from the daze of the night, and pictures, like the flash of a camera followed by a curling photograph, burned my retinas and stung my eyes. First it was David’s face, limp and slick with rain; then came Toby’s blood, spilling across the street; and now there was a third image to add to my collection, too, the sound of one dull, meaty thud followed by another, and then the scream ripping through my

I'm about to fall and fully give myself into him when the world around me turns dark, and the images in front of me are dead bodies littered under the blaze of a raging fire. The dead little girl from my vision turns her head to face me, as if suddenly animated, and her eyes are missing, leaving behind hollow sockets leaking out blood. I lose my mind instantly, screaming from absolute terror and releasing a burst of energy before I can stop myself. It comes out like a burst of wind that sends him flying to the other end of the room and right into the wall, putting an end to our make-out.

images filled my mind. Sharp. Violent. Fast. I gasped. My grip tightened around the baby. Damon grabbed my arm. “Aria!” The images kept coming. Blood. Fire. Wolves fighting wolves. Claws tearing through flesh. I could hear the sounds. Roars. Screams. The ground covered in red. I shook my head hard. “Stop.” The images vanished. My breathing came out uneven. Damon’s voice dropped with fear. “What did you see?” I struggled to find words.

My heart pulsed erratically though there was no pain, only like there was a strong powerful presence hovering over my existence. My eyes slammed shut and images flooded into my head like firing bullets. They came at me so fast and overwhelmingly that I yelped. With them came the good, the bad, and the ugly of all eras. It was the last one that gripped me like the grim Reaper. A few seconds of this vision, I realized it was just like the nightmares that I'd been having today. The terror of the werewolf realm being reduced to a dark abyss of skeletons. Was this to be our end?

she retrieves a photograph from the untidy pile, placing it down on the table triumphantly. I glance over towards the presented image, nervously licking the dry skin on my lips as the familiar illustration causes my stomach to twist on sight. A cold shiver runs down my spine as I study the image once more, a spark of terror-filled surprise breaking across my face as I swallow down the rising anxiety trying to escape from within me. I feel my body begin to fill with dread as the haunting images stare back at me, haunting me once again while the shadowed woman duplicating herself before the moonlight kneels brazenly for us all to see. How the hell is this linked to me? “I really hope it's not…

It looked both bloody and terrifying! Not only that, that person’s face was even more terrifying. His skin and flesh were almost completely rotten. His face was full of ravines, and his eyes were deeply sunken. His gaze was terrifying. His mouth was wide open, and his upper and lower jaw were filled with sawtooth-like teeth. Seeing this scene, the four of them only had one thought in their hearts. Terrifying! Terrifying! The four of them trembled crazily. They couldn’t even think of resisting.

EMILY Deception. Concealment. Mortality. The haunting image of the lifeless bodies, their eyes vacant, lingered in my mind, ensnaring my thoughts. It was an experience that would haunt me for a long time to come. I had seen enough death, witnessed enough corpses, to last a lifetime. And with each passing moment, my fear continued to escalate, escalating to the point where our lives were in constant jeopardy, even in the safety of our sleep.

The despicable memory of the terror I witnessed in ‘The Tent of Wonders' remained etched to my brain for nearly three weeks, making me lose my appetite as well as sleep. Mum and dad along with my brothers started becoming worried about me, as I hardly ate anything much during dinner and remained awake at night like a zombie, staring outside the window. I couldn't manage to remove that repugnantly pathetic image of Madam Maxima lying in her chair, electrocuted. And whenever I closed my eyes her deathly face along with the figure of that evil creature hovered in front of my eyes.