Webtoons Horror Novels & Stories

The forest itself had become alive with an unnatural energy, feeding on their suffering, growing stronger as each new victim added to its power. By the 2000s, the urban legends surrounding WildWood had reached their peak. The story of the “lost camp” near Terrell State Hospital became a dare for teenagers, a rite of passage to prove their bravery — or foolishness. But those who went never returned, their bodies found weeks later, twisted and deformed, their minds shattered beyond recognition. Ben, Dylan, Mark, and the others were just a few of the many victims, and though they had fought to survive, they had not truly escaped. The spirits of the woods were still there, lurking in the trees,

“What are you waiting for? Do you need a bedtime story?” I chew back a smile. Settle against the headrest. “Why? Do you have any?” “Me?” “No— Weres. Us, I guess.” “Sure, but they’re bleak. Humans and Vampyres coming for us if we nip our teachers too hard. The gods of nature toying with their beastly children. Cosmic horror— that kind of shit.” “Wow. Do children like them?” “I didn’t. Had nightmares about them for years.” I nod slowly. “That explains it.”

It's going to be a short work. 4. It's the author's first attempt at horror and this kind of genre. Apologies if it sounded like a comedy, I'm not trying to make it a comedy. Pinky promise. 5. Author has many more works, check out her website, Youtube, discord and all for more. Insanity is her inspiration. 6. This is a collab work with Goodgrief Sausagepen. Goodgrief is the Main Writer.

MORNING After apologizing to Beth for entering the woods Jason went to school as usual however his mind was in complete dismay (Werewolves exists, I got bit by one... So I'm a werewolf too... What other magical creatures exist in this messed up world?) Jason thought to himself. "Mr Snow! Can you or can't you solve this equation?" The Math teacher Mr Henson asked the distracted boy. "Oh... Yeah sorry" the boy wakes up from his daze and went straight to the board to solve the math problem while his classmates laughed. After math class a male student approached his desk "Glad to see another guy that can't stay awake through Henson's lesson" the boy said, he had black hair and freckles, he wore

His wrinkled face looked like it was crawling with countless wriggling worms. I shuddered and stepped back, whispering to Silvia, "Good thing I've got you. This place is terrifying." She snorted and suddenly shoved me forward, straight toward George. With an icy laugh, she said, "This pretty boy will make a great offering. You're going to love him." Before I could react, George gestured, and several eerie puppets stepped forward to pin me down and drain my blood. A sharp bell rang out, echoing through the night.

“Sorry, d’you have anything better to do as of now? Why don’t you get it started and see how it goes.” The next question was obvious: what would be the channel about. She’d always been into horror and paranormal stuff, so it was just natural she did something related to what she liked and knew about. Yeah, but what. We lingered at the table for a couple of hours, brainstorming, until her phone rang. “Isaac?” she murmured, checking the screen. “He can advise you about this.” “You’re right! They started off as Youtubers!” She picked up and I could hear the Haunter greeting her from across the table. I did the dishes and cleaned the kitchen while they talked, and brought coffee to the table whe

The smaller one gathered up the lighter things. I made a note of the plate number out of habit, and then unfolded the flyer and stared at it as they drove off. It was a cheap-looking photocopy covered with what looked like ads for horror movies that had been torn out of a newspaper, with hand drawn pictures of skulls and bats filling all the other blank spaces. Big swatches of text in old-fashioned fonts mixed with words made out of cut out letters from magazines covered the rest of it. Midnight Spook Party SEE the dead return!

Just remember, if you don’t want things to go bump in the night, don’t tell anyone else about them. Even now the shadows in my room play havoc with my subconscious, so I turn the light on and sleep with one eye open. Also, when my computer starts to go on the fritz just as I write a particularly spooky part of a story, I chuck it up to chance and swallow a little harder before checking to make sure that I have only one shadow. It’s amazing that I still get so scared as an adult. You sure would have thought that for someone who makes a living scaring people, I would know better, right?

The red-clad female ghost had once slaughtered an entire room of players in three seconds, then hung their corpses upside down from tree branches with red silk, creating a forest of dangling bodies. The Scissorhands monster had skewered more than a dozen people together, stirring their organs with his blades until they dissolved into a pile of flesh. As for the warden, he locked each team inside separate rooms and released over a dozen ghosts among them, forcing them to betray one another in desperate attempts to survive. In the end, every single one of the players was torn to pieces. All the players knew was that the bosses' methods were monstrously cruel. What they didn't know was that tho

“Oh, so you won’t come out? Fine. Then I’ll smash all your d*mn flowers!” He stormed forward and stomped the flowers into pieces. At that moment, I suddenly remembered something Lucas once told me. In horror games, players who refused to participate usually died horribly. Back then, I thought he was just making up stories, but it seemed like maybe I really should’ve believed him. “Sir, wait, don’t–” Before I could finish my sentence, the crushed flowers suddenly regenerated. On top of that, they grew larger and larger until the enormous petals swallowed the man whole. A scream rang out, and then silence fell. All that remained on the ground were two severed limbs and a pool of blood.