The Shining Horror Novels & Stories

Sophia asked, tears streaming down her face. Anna gritted her teeth, gripping the book. “Yes. It’s the only way.” The group hesitated at the threshold, their fear palpable. Logan pushed past them, his jaw set. “Fine. Let’s get this over with.” They stepped into the house together, the air thick and suffocating. The broken mirror lay in pieces on the floor, but the pulsing glow came from something else—the largest shard, which seemed to be vibrating. Anna knelt in front of it, the others crowding behind her. The shard reflected their faces, but not as they were now. Instead, their reflections smiled eerily, their eyes gleaming with malicious intent.

I asked, looking at three who stood across from us. “We thought the Shadow of death was a man, never thought it could be a woman.” Luciano said. Why, because they just assumed only men could be doing something like this and no woman could be capable of inflicting so much fear on the world. Having them look over their shoulders scared for their lifes, owndering who it was becasue the Shadow of death could be walking next to them or be around them very where and don't even know who it was.

Howard's tears meant nothing to her. Opposite us, there was a huge floor-to-ceiling window, and as we watched the sunrise, Shadow's body began to burn. The fire on her didn't ignite anything else, but it consumed her completely, reducing her to nothing but air. I raised my hand, letting the sunlight flicker through my fingers, and my shadow mirrored the movement. "This time, Shadow should be completely gone, right?" Celeste asked, blinking. Was she gone? Who could say for sure?

Sidney allowed herself to trail a couple steps behind them, content in her silent observation, dragging out the fading moments of the festival. The Horror Show had horded an unnerving gem for its final screening. The line teemed as it crawled out from the front doors, and once the crowd was seated, it breathed as one massive organism hungry for one last dose of carnage. The energy swirling in the air mirrored the opening movie, the same anxious excitement and shared anticipation. Sidney took a deep breath and held it in to enjoy it one more time, to put horror back where it belonged—onscreen.

said Mike as he took my hand. I looked at him and that enormous house that seemed more heinous to me than a monster meant to destroy the last drop of power I had left. I could already feel the beads of sweat beginning to drip down my forehead. The whole past unfolded before me like a horror movie. I wanted to be strong, but there was something about that house that panicked me or rekindled the painful flames of a past I thought I had buried. But it seemed like there was still something to work out there, so I continued on my way. I paused when I reached the front door. I plucked up courage and opened it slowly, as I wanted to make sure there was no one in the house who could hurt us. When I

She hissed at me, but her tears were falling. I stepped back, shaking my head. My whole body was shaking, running away from them. I am not a werewolf. I am not a vampire. I am just a human.

I went to raise my hand and shove them back out the window when one raise a gun and shot me in the arm with a silver bullet. I screamed at the pain. The silver burning my skin. It went straight through but the silver still affected me. It was something that wolves would always scare from and if it was bad enough, obviously it would kill them. I knew that this wound wouldn't kill me, but it hurt like a motherfucker.

The scene at the Gables’ porch was no longer a private tragedy. The initial, piercing scream had acted like a grim summons, pulling people from their homes and their morning routines. They gathered in a loose, hesitant semicircle, a silent, growing audience to the horror. The air, once fresh with the promise of dawn, was now thick with the metallic tang of blood and the low, anxious hum of murmured voices. Faces, pale and drawn in the morning light, were etched with a familiar dread—the kind that came from knowing that no walls, no matter how well-fortified, could ever truly keep the darkness out.

But to her decimal display she found the red finger marks holding her to a frightening shock. As she looked through the mirror a devilish laughter of a woman with canines out, completely black with hairs waving on all sides appeared. The rocking chair which was stationary earlier started moving now. Amara was almost into a panic attack. It wasn't her hallucination. She indeed experienced his torture and the woman in the mirror....she at once disappears.

Hunter nodded and then hugged his daughter and said “If you need us, you call we’ll come by as soon as it’s okay to leave. If you end up at the clinic, you call either way.” When she was gone Damon asked, “Who is Gambler’s Tempest?” Hunter explained briefly and Damon said eyes wide “You’re staying here at this event, over seeing if that foal is, okay? Hell, Hunter that damn foal is a miracle to begin with.” Hunter nodded and said, “You’re right but their gone now, I don’t have a ride.” Damon smiled and said “Yes, you do.”