Wish Horror Novels & Stories

Trembling, she clutches onto her blanket, feeling paralyzed with fear and uncertainty. Sunny shouts, Please leave me alone! " But the spirits pay no heed to her pleas; their whispers only intensify. Desperate, Sunny frantically searches for a way to escape the haunting presence, her heart pounding in her chest. Sunny gets off the couch and runs to the corner of the room, looking around while hearing eerie whispering. She's scared to move, fearing that any sudden change might provoke the spirits further.

The once alluring night now seemed ominous, the stormy atmosphere mirroring her inner turmoil. Her werewolf instincts, finely attuned to the supernatural forces around her, sent a chilling message to her senses. Danger was near, an evil lurking in the shadows. Alana's heart pounded in her chest as she caught a whiff of a familiar scent—a scent she had encountered only once before. Vampires. Fear gripped her like a vice, overwhelming her with the knowledge that their presence could only bring destruction and despair. She could not ignore her instincts, screaming at her to seek safety.

It lifts him off the ground “No” I’m screaming over and over again, “don’t do this.” But the monster won’t stop. Zac doesn’t know what’s happening but he can tell by the worry in my voice that something is wrong. The monster lets out a ferocious roar before biting Zac’s arm off and swallowing it. Zac lets out a painful scream before fainting, than the monster swallows him whole.

"And it's worse than any of you could have imagined." Me and Arnold exchange worried glances, their brows furrowed with concern. But I can see the determination burning in the eyes of the witch, and it looks like the same determination that's been driving us forward ever since this nightmare began. "What is it?" Arnold asks, his voice edged with impatience. "What's wrong with her?" The witch hesitates for a moment, as if gathering her thoughts before plunging into the depths of her darkest secrets. "Hazel has been infected by a Dire werewolf. That, or she has their blood in her roots." she says finally, her words landing like a sledgehammer in the silence that follows.

Winter nights were the worst. So yeah—having a room of my own? Felt unreal. I walked up to the bedroom door, didn't hesitate at all, knocked hard, and shouted, "Hey! I haven't eaten in forever! Feed me or I'm gonna pass out!" The Chat Feed lost it. [Is she trying to die? Who knocks like that in a horror game? Something's gonna jump out and eat her.] [No way she's that calm. She's faking it.] [I bet her fear rating hits 100 in three seconds. Let's watch her die.]

My sharp gaze swept over every one of them. Adam's face drained of color, and panic flashed in his eyes. Zoe's smile froze, and the phone in her hand slipped, hitting the floor with a loud clang. Anna instinctively staggered backward. The other coworkers lowered their heads, too guilty to meet my eyes. "What does she mean? Was this accident a setup?" "That's terrifying. Is this some kind of horror workplace story?" The murmurs around us grew louder. The police sensed something was wrong and turned to me with grave expressions. "Miss, what do you mean by that? Please explain yourself clearly."

Miranda swallowed hard before answering, her voice trembling. Everything was normal… until that day. I was asleep in my room when I woke from a nightmare—blood everywhere, murder, terror. At first, I thought it was just a dream, but soon Mr. Hussein and his wife started having the same visions. Sophia, too. No one in the villa was safe anymore. Fear gripped us. We saw shadows, figures haunting us. I saw one myself in my room. Doors slammed shut for no reason. Strange noises rose from every corner. And when night fell… the house turned into a nightmare. Voices, screams, movements. They only disappeared when we turned on the lights.

I seethe. “How very Dahmer of you but human flesh isn’t my kink, whatever floats your boat though. If I see your face on TV I’ll remember this moment but don’t worry, I won’t tell them you threatened to make me eat my own finger.” She winks, she fucking winks at me. I release her finger and take a step back from her. I don’t normally lose my temper that quickly but this girl is getting on my fucking nerves. Without warning she shoves her middle finger in my mouth like the pint size psycho I’m realizing she is. I turn my head and she pulls her hand back. Why does her finger taste good? Like vanilla and something else. Something musky. “You’re lucky I didn’t bite it off.” I spit, “who the fuck

she whispered. I opened my mouth and closed it several times, trying to figure out an excuse. “It's alright, you're just lucky Stephan was too fired up to notice. Be careful about that, alright?” Hyene smiled at me and stood up to leave when I grabbed her arm. “Wait, I need to ask you something.” She sat back down on the bed and nodded. “Can Shape Shifters tell where somebody is? Like, detect their movements?” Hyene looked at me, confused. “Well, we can trace their scent.”

They entered the house one by one through the window. It was pitch black inside. They turned on their flashlights and lighted up the living room which was full of dust and old things. The atmosphere of the house was very spooky, and only their steps broke the silence inside. Luna felt increasingly pressured and she began to feel something unexplained. "I feel like there are a lot of eyes watching us," she said quietly. Max just laughed, "Stop being so dreamy, Luna. Are you pretending to be a Nancy Drew?" Luna snorted in annoyance at Max.