The Nun Book Horror Novels & Stories

I left everything there for him to see, my bra the only thing covering my breasts, as my dress was now on the ground and I was only in my panties. "We've got it wrong," Kieran intervened, stepping forward towards his brother. "He didn't harm our sister at all. No, it was the other girl, Frida." I looked shocked, wondering what had happened and how he suddenly got this little piece of intel. Kieran, too, looked amazed by the sudden revelation. He looked at me, frowning. "Your crimes," he said uncertainly.

Her bare feet whispered on the cool floor as she crossed the doorway. She caught her breath. Beneath the soiled linen, iron tables stood like corpses. The faint draft that hissed through the stone's fissures caused the hooks of the chains that hung from the ceiling to tremble. Journals, bound in leather so old that it appeared ready to tear, were strewn around a central desk. When Luna touched the first book, her hands shook. She could practically see the terrified eyes of whichever maiden had been listed here before her, and she could almost hear the scratch of the pen that had written inside. She pulled it open. The pages were littered with scrawled handwriting: descriptions that made her

Dante's POV "The death of Mr. Armani was not taken lightly by House Nocturne. They believe you did it out of greed for their eastern territories," Luca said, his voice cutting through the haze of my thoughts. I didn't look up from the glass in my hand. Whiskey. Always whiskey these days. The amber liquid caught the morning light streaming through the penthouse windows, turning it gold. Like her hair. She was in my thoughts again. I never sleep with the nuns, I make them see their inner side that they cover with holiness, as if they are free from sin. I let them sit with realization and shame for being a disgrace for their so called father in heaven.

It was completely different from the sound the manifestation had made earlier. When Aria looked up, the once-withered thousand-year-old trees had begun to straighten, their cracked trunks glowing with dark markings beneath the bark. Their roots burst from the ground like venomous snakes, slithering toward them. Black liquid churned violently in the unholy spring. Shadows of countless trapped spirits broke free, forming monstrous, clawed horrors that lunged forward. Nunzio remained motionless, his robes untouched by the wind. His eyes gleamed with cold amusement, as if everything unfolding were nothing more than a game.

The nun turns a couple of pages for them as she explains "If the vampire is a fledgling then the sight of a cat scares them, but that doesn’t last long sadly. The imagery of the divine does seem to anger them as if it challenges something within their nature but…the more a vampire grows the fewer weaknesses they have and stronger they become, as a result, harder to kill." Elizabeth looked at the nun with determination, her hand was shaking but Thomas put his hand on top of hers to cover it "What do you need us to do?" "I need you to kill it, plain and simple" the words came out of the nun as if it was natural as breathing "That’s the only way to stop the murders." Thomas helped the blond wom

He called to his sister. Claire stared at the book and was shocked as well , Susan had her gift but in a very different way. "I am surprised I must say that she let you look into that book ,she never let anyone near it." The Nun grimaced, "You three certain share a bind other than looking alike in a sort of way." "Anyway, can we move back to the office to finish the paperwork so you can take her with you?" The Nun asked apparently they couldn't wait to get rid of Susan.

Turned to look at the movie again. She had picked it. A horror. Some woman who had the seventh sense. Normally I would say sixth but she not only saw ghosts but could relive memories. Honestly, it wasn't my cup of tea. But Camilo and Alejandro felt happy to think that they were 'protecting' me from whatever was on the screen. Which was a fucking evil nun of all things. Although Camilo loved scaring me whenever there was an intense scene. The bastard.

, Nabi stopped abruptly and covered her mouth. "Watch Vampire!! Do you know any other vampires? Does you mom know about Vampires? Is that possible? We maintain our existence is secrecy. I am still scared and confused to tell Darrien and Monica that Hana's knows...." "Shhhhhhhhh!!!", Nabi yelled interrupting Beau's flow of questions. "Open the black bag under the bed", she requested, waiting for the expression on his face. Beau opened the bag in a flash and took out a book with enthusiasm and delightedly said, "This book is wonderful, the hero used his powers very intelligently and saved the heroine and her family. But didn't they stop making copies of this book in the past ten years?"

he taunted as he began to unzip his pants. The realization that this was about what was about to happen sank into my bones and I shivered in horror. I shut my eyes and took a deep breath. I might not be able to stop this but I was sure not going to give up. I looked deep in his eyes and screamed bloody murder. As I screamed I felt a warmth roll over me and a bright light shot everywhere. Nick froze and then blood began to pour from his ears and nose.

The nun's sharp intake of breath was loud in the quiet of the room and the creaking of the chair behind her, even louder. "Looking for someone?", Ender's voice was low and menacing but clearly audible in the silence. The nun seemed to freeze as her frail body stiffened, as a low, guttural snigger left her lips and she turned towards him. Her face was twisted, the features of the Mother Superior distorted into something that was no longer human while her eyes had turned into pools of liquid obsidian, the whites completely covered. "Vampire", she hissed, her forked tongue slithering from between her blackened lips.