Wish Horror Novels & Stories

Modern, furnished and beautiful and looking new everyday although the house was five years old already. Juana's coffee was transparent, lot of water,lot of sugar, no milk. So she could see her face while sipping at it. Her big blue eyes were a bit undefined, her expression showed fear with a mixture of helplessness and unusual calm. Then the dream came again. Avocado. Garden. Branch. Third branch. Corpse dripping with blood. Loose. Screaming. Empty House. Dream. "Oh my goodness" she sighed, dropping her half empty mug. She tried to make meaning out of it, but it was a little creepy..

I scanned the trees in front of us and my eyes fell into the grass with rash movements, just near a chir pine tree. “Quinn, East!” I shouted as I felt something from the east running in our direction. Quinn nodded and immediately positioned her bow to release the arrow with poison. With a bolt, Quinn calmly let go of the arrow when a big brown werewolf appeared. This is our first time to see a brown-haired werewolf, most of the hunts we’ve been to have black or grey fur. “Brown?” Rendall asked as we saw the arrow hit its leg and growl in pain.

I left it charging, so they could use it for as long as they wanted, and if what ghost hunters said was true, they could also draw energy from the battery at the same time. Back to the kitchen, I put to cook, wondering what I could watch over dinner. YouTube kept suggesting me a compilation of the best paranormal evidence captured by the infamous Haunters. No matter how many times I tapped the option to not show it anymore, it kept popping up. So after checking there was nothing interesting to watch anywhere else, I decided I could always have a good laugh and sat to have dinner and watch the rockstars scream like little girls. The moment Brandon Price started his weird off-camera narration,

My surroundings exude a malevolent aura, and the very air is laced with an unsettling chill. As I race through the nightmarish woods, the horrifying howls of the black wolf reverberate through my very soul, causing a paralyzing dread to coil within me. Its presence is an ever-present menace, haunting me like a relentless spectre. I know it is there, somewhere, even though I cannot see it but there is no denying it’s bone-shrilling howl.

Anguish and despair intertwined in my chest as Tyler hired a private detective in the hope of bringing Hope back to us. In a moment of desperation, I decided to go to the ice cream shop, where we had been before Hope went missing. The manager, understanding the gravity of the situation, agreed to show me the security camera footage. Watching the recordings, I saw the familiar scene: Hope playing with other children on the playground. However, despair overcame me when she began to move away, as if drawn by something. The manager zoomed in on the mysterious figure appearing on the screen, revealing a hooded man with red eyes. My heart froze as I realized it was a werewolf.

A scream tore through Lilith's lips, and she crawled away from the grave in sheer terror, panting heavily. As fear consumed her, Lilith felt a presence behind her. Slowly, she turned around, trembling with trepidation. To her astonishment, the dead girl stood there, her sad expression unchanged. They locked eyes, but the dead girl remained silent, her ghostly presence sending shivers down Lilith's spine. Overwhelmed by the sight of the apparition, Lilith rose to her feet and scrambled out of the woods, screaming in fear with each step.

She spun around, her gaze scanning the shadows, searching for the source of the sound that had shattered the eerie stillness. And there, emerging from the darkness like a specter, stood the figure who had been stalking her. His hooded visage concealed beneath a veil of shadows, his presence exuded an ominous aura that sent shivers down her spine. Her eyes widened with a mixture of terror and determination, her werewolf instincts alerting her to the potential danger that lurked before her.

The sight before Lisa was both haunting and macabre. Two lifeless bodies lay sprawled on the forest floor, their contorted forms telling a tale of violence and death. The stench of decay hung heavily in the air, assaulting her senses and intensifying her feelings of horror and disgust. She approached cautiously, her steps hesitant, unwilling to disturb the grim tableau before her. The moon's feeble light cast eerie shadows, painting a ghastly portrait of the lifeless figures. Lisa's heart raced, her mind racing to comprehend the ghastly scene unfolding before her eyes.

Then the images hit Laura all at once. Flashes that assaulted her mind with brutal clarity—pale figures with eyes like blood moving through the darkness. Territories falling one by one as something spread like disease through the werewolf world. Bodies drained of life, left as husks that crumbled to dust. A threat so vast it made the Shadow Wars look like a prelude to the real horror. And through it all, that girl's voice trying desperately to warn her. "After the shadow comes the blood," the words finally broke through clearly. "After the darkness comes the thirst."

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.