Xmas Horror Stories Novels & Stories

WITH ONLY one day left to Halloween, the people of Cape Cod were already setting into the mood of the Oktoberfest event. House yards were filled with spooky figures like white cloths to represent ghosts and the jack-o'-lanterns of course. Jake had stashed the book inside a compartment in his room, hoping the degenerate creatures of the dark would not find it. Certainly, there had to be a way to destroy all of them with the book and not just lifting it up in front of them when they showed up.

The house seemed to throb with the echoes of screams, the weight of death pressing down on every wall, every shadow. Outside, the truck driver whispered to his assistant, "Where did that madman go?" One of the workers replied, fear thick in his voice, "He seems to be hiding somewhere." They moved cautiously through the fields, swarming over the green crops, eyes scanning every shadow. The truck driver, unseen from above, watched eyes gleaming in the darkness. Slowly, he descended from the roof and re-entered the fields, an axe in hand. In the shadows, the worker got too close. He struck the driver with fatal precision—the axe split the skull, the body shriveled in the soil. One by one, he hu

The holidays were over but it had slipped my mind that a lot of people would be coming back, including my roommate Anna. ‘I’m sorry my friend.’ She said. ‘You know I was going to give you a proper ‘welcome-back-hug’ should I have known you were here already. I was disturbed by the headlines on the streets. Did you read this?’ Anna couldn’t get her eyes off the newspaper. I was just hoping it wasn’t what I thought it was. ‘What is that?’ I tried to sound less scared and as confused as I can be.

We needed the intel anyway. “So, how’d everything go?” Nathan asked, casually raising the bet. I tossed in my chips. Tomas folded with a scowl. “Man, it was a fucking shit show. The Riding Hoods rustled up some asanbosam—closest thing to real-life vampires you’ll ever see. Picture a bare-ass monkey with huge claws and bigger teeth. They turned them loose on an entire village. Killed everyone—men, women, kids. Even the pets. Drained fucking dry.”

"Your... family's ancient status grants you the highest honor here." But when he looked at Sarah and Mark, his eyes filled with contempt. "As for you greedy mortals... Hmph." He handed me a Tarot card, but with a warning. "Be careful. The wickedness of the human heart is far worse than any of our spirits." Just then, bloodcurdling screams echoed from the floors below. [System Broadcast: Current Survivors: 5] Another seven people had died. He let out a dry, rattling laugh. "Some people," he said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "are bigger monsters than any of us ghosts."

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

Just hearing it made the trees outside the window blur like home was hiding behind them. “Give me the rundown again,” William said, eyes still on the road. Alexandra reached for the wrinkled sheet of paper on the dash. “So, about a month ago, this group of teenagers decided to go poking around this supposedly haunted house on the edge of town—” William cut her off. “Haunted by what?” “Allegedly,” she said, “by a spirit who hates women. Legend says it targets girls—hangs them in the rafters.” “Oh,” I said dryly. “Awesome.”

HOOONK! Smacking on the horn, Jason scared Clarissa… HONK! HONK! HONK! … He was tired of pretending that there was nothing between them, he was tired of the badass jokes, tired of how Ryan pretends not to like guys at all, tired of the sorry gazes his Werewolves friends always gave to him. Jason was far from the type who would feel sorry for himself. He couldn’t be a Dominating Wolf like Clarissa, yet it didn’t make him think less of himself or what he deserved.

Part One: Eyes of the Wolf Jamie Dalton lifted the grocery bag filled with Halloween candy and took a moment to inhale the aroma drifting from it. For most people Christmas was their favorite holiday but Jamie had always loved Halloween. From the time she was nine years old she made up fanciful stories about the night, stories of goblins and ghosts and all manner of creatures. As she got older the stories became more intricate, the characters more detailed. By the time she was an adult she was weaving in erotic scenes and drooling over the heroines she created.

😂❤️ I’ve decided to make the chapters in each collection longer so you can spend more time with the characters, experience the tension, get more steamy moments, uncover the secrets, and really get lost inside every story. So please… keep your toes up! 👀😂🔥 Because I may have added a few twists here and there that you definitely weren’t expecting. 😏🌚🖤 Just when you think you understand what is happening… I might turn everything upside down. 👀💀 I want Dark Tales of Midnight to be the kind of book that makes you say, “Okay, just one more chapter…” and then suddenly realize it’s 2 a.m. 😂😭🌙