Terrifying Images Novels & Stories

“…the lady in the shadows…the one who watches you and wants you dead…” As the little girl's words from her vision swept over her,Beth felt a sense of terrifying unease. It was a coincidence,she told herself,nothing more.It was impossible that the little girl and Marcus could be speaking of the same thing,it was just impossible! “The lady in the shadows?”she said,her hands trembling in fear. In her mind she saw herself lying cold and frozen in that casket.

She added with a devilish grin. I shivered in fear when the displeasing images were soon accompanied by the uproar of several voices of sneer, disgust, and displeased screams. Mixed and evolved through my ears like a thunder roar. The displeased voices grew deeper and deeper, agonizing as my vision continued to grow blurry.

Why I wasn’t halfway through Ace’s chest with a blade in hand right now. Then Valentina clicked a button. The lights dimmed. A projector flared to life. And grotesque images followed. The screen displayed something… something unnatural. At first glance it looked like a dog, diseased and mangled. But as the video panned, I saw more. The hunch of its shoulders. The monstrous size. The length of its claws and the saliva dripping in thick, foamy ropes from its maw. And bodies, human bodies scattered around. This was not a dog, not even close. It was a fucking beast.

I want to sculpt her, just like this. I close my eyes and immortalize the image, her face tipped to the sky, her eyes shut tight in terror and thrill as the skies roar down at her, her tears swirling with the rain as her pale skin takes a deathly hue, her mouth set to scream out her pain as she fights whatever demons hold her captive, her sensual neck, ripe and ready for a rough bite. My beast goes feral at the image wanting— needing to tear off her clothes and take her right there in an open parking lot.

’’ All of a sudden, some flashbacks came into her mind. The dead bodies of a man and a woman and a figure of a boy wolf sitting beside them and crying. The scene was too much gore for her to see. So she removed her face from his right away. She fell onto the ground and kept panting and breathing heavily. Her throat felt dry, her heart was beating much faster than before. ‘’ What was that image? What was that? I don’t understand.’’ ‘’ My premonitions are taking over my brain. But that image, I had never seen anything like that before. Could it be?’’.

I watched in helpless horror as they tore at him, his silent screams a torment I could feel in the depths of my soul. The ground beneath Ryder seemed to crumble, his broken body sinking into the dead earth, disappearing into the abyss. A raw, guttural cry tore from my throat, a sound of pure anguish and despair. The chilling echo of Jaxon’s scream returned, closer now, laced with a desperate plea that shattered the oppressive silence. I spun around, desperately searching for him, my heart pounding with a frantic terror. And then I saw it – a flash of dark fur disappearing into the shadows, pursued by a hulking, monstrous figure with glowing red eyes and razor-sharp claws. The image was fleet

Who was he? “It will happen when your family falls under darkness…the darkness shall rule the land” His lips formed words, but he wasn't using words at all. He was making images appear before my eyes. Images of people dying. Images of death. Images of people turning into monsters and attacking innocent people. Images of people dying horribly in unimaginable ways. Images of someone I loved losing himself to madness and insanity. I covered my eyes with my hands just to block the vision from entering my brain, because no matter what, I didn' t want to see this any longer. I gasped sharply as the vision ended, taking away what little oxygen I'd gathered earlier. I leaned forward onto my knees, p

The sound was deafening that she had to hold onto her ears, it did not last before it seized followed by flashes of images before her eyes, images of hideous looking creatures. She panted as she hugged her knees, swirled up on the floor. The troubling images she saw haunted her thoughts for hours. But there were still hope right? She thought knowing fully well that whatever it is that she saw, he was out there dealing with them. With that, her confidence lit and blossomed. She was proud the world has the night roamer.

I blinked several times in an attempt to focus, sucking in my breath when I was finally able to comprehend what I was seeing. "Carmen, don't. Leave those alone," he commanded, quickly heading in my direction. Even with only the light coming from the kitchen to illuminate the glossy photos, it was enough to allow me to realize the horror depicted on every one of them. I jerked one into my hand, trying to keep a rational mind. The photographs were horrible, the scenes of various murders unlike anything I'd seen before, either in real life or on television. I was pulled into a vacuum, my mind unable to process the information completely.

My image finally started blurring, but it’s not my family that’s reflecting back at me this time. It’s Creed, bloody and bruised. He screamed as the chains that held him rattled. The mirrors surrounding him played images of burning buildings and people running. I can hear their screams, their innocent. Just as fast as they came, the images vanished. They were replaced by a battle, but I don’t recognize anyone. The image of a black wolf is positioned above the battle in the mirror. An image of a vampire was on the mirror next to it. I can hear screams of pain and heartbreak as I watch the victims from both sides fall.