Novel & Cerita Writing Horror Short Stories

An unimpressive number had racked up in the brief morning hour since she left the parking lot. She tapped her memo app and scrolled through her half-constructed blog post ideas: the tragic devolution of vampires in the horror genre; the best and the worst of the found footage horror explosion; the best indie horror out of this year’s film festival circuit; scream queens to watch, the new horror badasses and final girls. She tapped her nail on the edge of her phone case as she formulated the sentences in her mind. Then the phone vibrated against her palm. Brady: And the likes keep coming!

When my fingers are close enough, I brush them down her cheek. "So young. So naive. My dear little mouse, they talked about how big of a monster I am. They made it sound as if all werewolves are just as horrid. The humans are afraid...and what do humans do when they are afraid? They kill, my sweet pet. They kill. Even though we have been living side by side for thousands of years...that won't matter because they are scared," I say softly, and my little mouse actually blushes due to my touch.

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?

Story Note: “Room for One More” is a standalone short from my erotic collectiona mix of intense, sensual, and sometimes forbidden stories that explore the raw edges of desire. Each story introduces new characters, new fantasies, and unapologetically explicit encounters. This particular tale features a taboo dynamic between step-siblings, told with heat, dominance, and no holding back. Reader discretion is advised. *************************************************

"I will kill all the members of your family if you do not offer yourself to me. I will bring you to the situation when you will intentionally come to me and plead to save your family members by offering yourself to me." Amara walked helpless towards the haunted mansion. She felt numb and lifeless for the happenings around her. The words of the sage begin to ring in her ears. "It will be the dark night without the moon, the onset of heavy storm and the shrill howls of dogs. There will be an unfathomable clamor present in the atmosphere, the unwelcoming cries of the eagles and the uproar of tumult yowls from everywhere around will be the indication to alert you it was the one and only day in y

After two days of high temperatures and intense boredom, he remembered the three books. Sam pulled out the one with the Mummy on the cover, because it looked the most innocuous. It was entitled the Ninth Pan Book of Horror Stories. He wasn’t the least bit prepared for what he found inside. The first three stories involved emasculation, murder and burning at the stake. In his fevered state Sam felt he was not only watching the characters’ suffering, he was experiencing it along with them. He flung the book at the wall and then hid it again, wishing he could burn it like Jinnot, the young girl in the third story who was burned alive.

There could be anyone here… maybe some sort of psycho killer with an axe, eager to jump out and cut me up. But he chuckled to himself. He had seen way too many scary flicks, and his fears and thoughts were going too far. Little did he know that what he would encounter would be way more extreme than any horror movie he had ever watched. He saw that he was about to come to an opening in the forest. Although his legs were getting tired and becoming weaker, this was the first time since the unfortunate crash that he felt positive, because through the trees ahead he could hear human breathing and murmurings. He stepped into the opening, and his eyes widened, for there before him was the woman tha

Horror filled our features. Our eyes went wide as saucers. Oh sh*t! Sh*t! Sh*t!

I remained put, my heart pounding in terror as I stared into a stranger’s face. Both eyes glowed the strangest shades of red. Almost illuminating his face. In place of the handsome man I’d danced with was something else snapping at my face, tiny debris falling off the wall as his finger—claws dug into it. This…this wasn’t Leonidas. This was a fucking demon. Pushing my fear aside, I reached under my dress to produce the dagger I’d brought with me. Without thinking twice, I buried it deep into Leonidas’ chest, watching as it slid in without obstruction.

Dexter said while he collected his portion excitedly from me "Disgusting, how do you guys drink human blood, without feeling irritated? Jessy asked turning her face away while we consumed our most precious "Seriously? This is our main feed, vampires of the old world can't do without it, they usually fight with Elves and Sphinx just to drain their blood, cause they can't resist the urge unlike us, some even die in the process, it gives us more strength, when we drink blood, we can last 3-4 days straight without food & water" Tessy replied while she drank hers' We all finished our blood consumption, then we thought about the departure of Linx, as we don't know his whereabout, dark cloud had co