Xmas Horror Stories Novels & Stories

I don't take it likely with people that come close to what belongs to me. "Nooo! Ah!" The voice cried out as he was being thrown into a pit full of pythons and scorpions. All his body was swollen up and dribbling liquids. "Nooo, Ahhh!" Chris kept crying out from his dream. His body was all covered in blood. "Wake up, baby," Isabella called on to him and began shaking him. "Please wake up. What's happening to him?" She cried out when he wouldn't budge. "HE'S BEEN TAKING TO THE DARK REALM," the spirits of nature said.

Gentlemen and Ladies welcome to a world that apparently is very similar to yours. Here we have all the big cities and all the big states too. But we also have some things more, and it is not the dragons, vampires and werewolves you are thinking about. I am talking about the oddly things. Boys that never grow, invisible men, and cats in boots. You know which place all those figures appears. Welcome to fairy tales world, this is the antics of Bia's crew.

Ken asks while trying to make the conversation a little lighter. "I swear, Ken. Big huge hairy creatures that shift between men....and ugly wolf-men hybrids...They also talked about vampires at the place they held me for four days. We don't live in the world we think we do...I swear on mom. The girl I escaped with...they shot her in the back of the head. To escape from the basement I made the furnace explode...I killed people to get away from them, Kenny. I became a monster to escape monsters. I would never make that up," I declare, and Ken's eyes widen as he digests my words.

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.

Jaxon asked, a playful glint in his eyes as he caught a whiff of Mike’s scent. “Humans will believe just about anything if it means they can save themselves or someone dear to them.” The hallway was enshrouded with suffocating dark smoke, thick and swirling like a living being. It had never seemed threatening before, but now Mike could feel its sinister presence wrapping around him as if it were the very reason they were trapped in this haunted mansion. He recalled the smoke's presence when they first saw Zane and Jaxon, how it had coalesced into their grotesque wings. With a sinking heart, he understood that he and Gem had been foolish to believe they could escape the Sex Demons.

Jeana uttered, walking off as Tristan watched her retreating figure in confusion. Meanwhile, inside the largest tent on the mountain, Noah was begging Yvette and Xavier to tell him ghost stories. Yvette couldn't understand what was going through his little head. "Noah, those are just made-up stories. There's no such thing as ghosts." "But I want to hear them," Noah insisted, knowing Yvette was somewhat timid. He figured that if she got spooked, she might end up cuddling with his bastard father for comfort. This was something he had picked up from watching TV. On television, couples always watched horror movies together, and during the scary parts, they'd hug each other tightly.

I stood in the dimly lit hallway of the old Victorian mansion, the air thick with the scent of pine and cinnamon from the massive Christmas tree in the foyer. Snowflakes danced outside the frosted windows, but inside, my heart hammered like a drum. At 22, I'd spent months chasing rumors about the Veil Society, a secret brotherhood of influential men who pulled strings in the shadows of our city. They were legends, powerful, enigmatic, and utterly forbidden. And tonight, on Christmas Eve, I'd begged for an audience to prove I belonged.

As the stories got scarier, I noticed a few of the younger pack members huddling closer to their parents, seeking comfort and reassurance. Soon, it was my turn to share a story. Feeling the weight of the moment, I cleared my throat and began my tale. "In a small village, there was a haunted mansion. It was said that the spirit of a vengeful witch roamed the halls, seeking revenge on anyone who dared to enter her domain..." I let my imagination run wild, conjuring spine-chilling scenes and mysterious characters. The pack leaned in closer, their eyes wide with fascination, hanging onto every word I spoke. The suspenseful atmosphere made my heart race with excitement.

With a choir, singing in her living room! “Beth,”Emma said ever so sweetly,“honey,are you totally sure you weren't having a dream?You must realize how this sounds!All this talk of caskets and corn children giving you ominous warnings….did you watch a horror movie before bed?You know how those upset you.” Beth composed herself as best she could.”No, I didn't watch a horror movie Em.I came downstairs thinking I’d left the telly on and there in my living room was a casket with me in it!And a choir of children.”

The one used in creating the zombies. He shone his eyes in terror immediately. "An X-blood is here. Master must hear of this!" He picked the maggot and a smile curled around his lips.