Written Horror Story Writing Novels & Stories

I have always hated werewolves and vampires as they are the reason I became a hunter in the first place. I was 15, when my father was first attacked by a vampire, he was left as if drunk and not able to protect himself. He was then attacked by a giant wolf, its eyes were an evil shade of red and its fur was all mattered, it even had some bald spots. The wolf tackled him to the ground and then tore out his throat killing him instantly. That is when I became a hunter, I spent 3 years learning how to shoot and all the different ways to kill both a vampire and a werewolf. I found and killed the werewolf but I have yet to find the vampire that is the sole one responsible, because if he hadn't lef

Agatha said briskly. The reality of the situation suddenly sank in. Fear consumed Edwin and his heart threatened to explode in his chest as he rushed to join Tim behind the thick oak tree. “Are you out of your mind?” Tim hissed when his friend skidded next to him. “I think so,” Edwin panted. “I can’t believe any of this is happening. Vampires… witches… this is like some sci-fi nightmare,” Tim complained. “It was supposed to be a simple hunting trip with a few friends.”

“I believe in you but what’s important is do you believe in yourself?” “I do.” “That’s what matters. As long as you believe in yourself, everyone’s opinions don’t matter.” “Do you think so?” “I know so.” “I have written a lot of short stories which i haven’t shown to anyone.” “Really?” “Yes.” “I would love to read them.” “I’m excited about the new story i thought of.” “What is it about?” “It’s about the most notorious crime family in Zambia.” “That sounds interesting.” “I don’t know where the idea came from but each and every day, it grows stronger,” Ludo smiled.

I just wanted to know because I thought Sharon wouldn’t be there. ‘Well she was there. And I don’t think you expected me to break in.’ ‘It’s not that I expected you to break in, I just wonder how you managed to get rid of both girls without getting caught.’ ‘Well, Sharon made it easier for me. She went to the rooftop to hang her washing and I was left alone with her sister. So, by the time Sharon came back, her sister was already dead and I was hiding behind the door. I hit her behind her head and when she fainted, I dragged her to the bathroom and slit her wrist badly. So, whoever finds them will think it was a suicide on Sharon’s part.’ I narrated the entire story to Billy who looked more

“Gem!” She dashed through each room, her heart pounding in her chest until she finally stumbled upon the horrifying scene. There lay Gem, lifeless, in a pool of blood, and her holes destroyed. It was the same as Mike and Reed. Before Red could take the next breath, the haunted mansion vanished along with her friends' dead bodies, leaving her frozen and gasping for breath. With the help of a passerby, she was able to return home. As soon as she got there, she told her mother about her pregnancy, and before her father got back from work, they escaped Hamlet together.

She flipped forward to the end of the week. The full moon was indeed three nights away. Her chest tightened. The next morning, Evelyn carried the records to the sheriff’s office. Calhoun listened in silence as she laid out the articles, her notes, the patterns. He leaned back in his chair, eyes shadowed. “I know these stories,” he said finally. “My father knew them. His father before him. You think we never noticed the timing?” “Then why keep calling them wolves?” she demanded. “Because wolves can be hunted,” Calhoun replied. His voice cracked slightly, the mask slipping. “You tell people it’s a curse, a beast, a monster—how do they fight that? They don’t. They panic. And panic kills faster

Death awaits you, your darkest pleasures hitchhiked on the highway. On a rainy night at the police station between highways, reservations, between the mountains, following a highway, amidst the crimes of the dawn, among the nights of stars, among the crimes, the policemen death asked for a ride; Being that it's a collection of vampire/werewolf stories, investigation. Several horror tales, among several characters that pass through the city of Lovecraft County. So, follow the supernatural world, between changes, attacks of beasts and supernatural worlds, lives of terror and nightmares.

But she had to. She slowly walked over to the bed and sat down. Her hands trembled as she opened the cover. She flipped through the pages, past the short poems, the little love scenes, and the silly dialogues she had written just for fun. Then she stopped at page forty. Her stomach dropped. That was where the first real erotic story started. She stared at the words. Her face burned. It was something she wrote late one night, out of boredom… or curiosity. She never meant for anyone to see it.

A man in a loading dock, cigarette dangling from cracked lips, his heart beating too fast as I stepped from the shadows, as I smiled, as I struck — his blood bitter but sustaining, his death quick, his body left hidden in a dumpster, and the witness I chose — a janitor, old, half-blind, easily swayed — would swear it had been a wolf, a monster in fur, nothing human, nothing vampire. I wove the narrative with every kill, threading the lie through the city’s veins until it became truth, until the whispers began, until the fear grew — a rogue wolf, a rabid beast, a threat hidden in the night — let them look to Lucas, let them question his control, let them wonder if the mighty Blackwood pack ha

I narrowed my eyes, trying to decipher the ancient, jagged writing that surrounded the drawing: "When the Moon bleeds, and the shadows grow long, the heart that beats no more shall find its beat. From the ashes of the ancient burial grounds, the Cold Ones shall arise. They are the hunger that never sleeps, the thirst that cannot be slaked. When the Blood Moon crowns the sky, the Undead shall claim the throne of the living, and the world shall drown in the red of their feast." Devon yawned tiredly behind me, stretching out on the bed. "Jimmie... will you put the book away and come to bed? Please? Come on, babe..."