The Terror Ending Novels & Stories

But before her masked guards could move Sirens wailed outside. Floodlights poured through the shattered windows. Police burst in through all the doors, guns drawn. DROP EVERYTHING! HANDS IN THE AIR! Chaos erupted. Masked figures went running in all directions. The Ghost sprinted toward a side exit. Kade ripped the gun from a fallen guard and took aim— Larris DON’T! Teresa screamed. He hesitated, then lowered the gun. The Ghost vanished into the night. THE LAST TRUTH Several hours later, at the police headquarters, Teresa sat wrapped in a blanket. Larris sat beside her, his hand in hers, they were exhausted and bruised.

CLARA “I won't let you die again.” The words slam into me so hard my heartbeat stutters. Again. The room suddenly feels smaller. The air is heavier. Every instinct in me screams at once. My mouth goes dry as I stare at him, trying to laugh it off, trying to focus on something else but nothing comes. Because he isn’t joking. There’s no confusion in his face, no hesitation. Just certainty. Cold fear crawls slowly up my spine. No.

I want to kill that monster right this minute and put all his barbarity to a stop, and set everyone free from this hell. "Everything okay?" We both spring to our feet to his voice, turning to his disgusting frame. Nothing will ever be fine as long he is alive, right? All this fear, terror, sorrows, diminishment, uncertainties ...everything can ever end with his end, right?

She didn't need to wait for any confirmation as she felt herself fading and like something's pulling her back. "It seems like times up. Hope you can play fair the next time we met, hot stuff." She said teasing the man but before she completely fades away, the man suddenly appears near to her face and smile maliciously, and mumbled, "The next time we met, we'll play it well." And she felt his lips touch her neck. What a gift! She thought and wants to rub her neck but then she lost consciousness. Azrael looks at the golden lights that slowly faded from the darkness. This energy and aura feel familiar to him. It's from the Protectors of Fate. He opens the door and strides outside his room.

After struggling for several seconds my terror hit an all-time high, and the wind picked up on that. I closed my eyes refusing to have that man’s face be the last thing I saw. All of a sudden I felt his hands ripped off of me. My eyes sprung open to see where he went. I looked all around me, but couldn’t find him anywhere. Standing up I took one last glance and finally spotted him at the base of a tree. My terror was quickly transforming into anger, as I realized just how close to death I truly was. I felt my body heat up, but thought nothing of it until I saw the look of horror in the vampire’s eyes.

Dropping his last word, he stood up. A massive terror cruised through her, awaking her adrenaline into motions as she turned to run away. To her horror and surprise, he grabbed her back by her arm and with only a blink, he was hovering over her. Her wide eyes gaped with terror, her mouth dropped open to utter pleading words as her mind apprehended his intention. He was super quick. His motions struck her with a shock that sucked her hope, a shock that crippled her understanding.

Once the room was empty again, he sat back on the bed and murmured, "Gone, huh? Good. This time, you'd better not come back so you won’t be an eyesore anymore." But strangely, in his voice, I caught a faint trace of something else. It was something that almost sounded like sorrow. I must have misheard. William hated me to the core. Why would he feel sorrow over my disappearance? That night, William got in his car and drove off. He sped through the streets recklessly, as if trying to outrun something. I had never seen him like this before. It made me uneasy. I shouted at the top of my lungs, “William! William, slow down!”

I intended to make her wrestle with it for the rest of her life. I shielded Kendra behind me and called the local police. Lauren ended up at the station. She had only destroyed a few tables and chairs, and hardly any customers were frightened off. The incident wasn’t serious enough for a conviction, but it was enough to earn the cycling club’s disapproval. By the time I finished giving my statement, it was afternoon. We couldn’t make it to the botanical garden, so Kendra suggested we stroll through the Hightide University campus instead.

"From now on, we'll never be apart. I'll protect you. Cherish you. Give you everything you deserve." My hands gripped the sheets beneath me, knuckles white with tension. I couldn't scream. Couldn't fight. Couldn't do anything but lie there and endure. My heart was filled with terror. Pure, overwhelming, suffocating terror. And I didn't know how much longer I could survive this.

The man of power, of contained violence, who admits neither discussion, nor weakness, nor betrayal. She wavers. The terror in her eyes is now total, overwhelming. She casts a quick, furtive glance at Aurélie, not to implore her help, but as if to verify that she indeed witnessed this. My fury. Then she rushes toward the exit, her heels clicking on the hall's marble. The heavy front door slams in its frame. The sound resonates for a long time, like a gunshot whose echo refuses to die. And then, nothing more.