Lazy Masquerade Horror Stories

Standalone horror stories, approximately 500 words per chapter, with each story fully independent of the others. If a character's name appears in multiple stories, it should not imply a connection between them unless explicitly noted otherwise.

“The circle of ages turns, and life and death are but passing shadows, for eternity remembers not the living nor the dead.” — Eternis 10:6 Have you ever wondered if Gods really exist or are they just a figment of humanity's imagination for hope? If they really exist and aren't just a figment of our imagination, are they benevolent and merciful, or are they indifferent to our sufferings? Arohan, an atheist despised the concept of religion and Gods because of his parent's death. His parents left him wealth beyond measure, so he lived his life the way he desired and did whatever he wanted without caring about the consequences. But everything came crashing down when he was left with two choices; save himself or save the world. What option will a selfish guy like him choose?

First of all, welcome. This is a Novel in which I organize and post multiple ideas so my readers can enjoy it, vote for their favorite, and point out what I did well and what I messed up so I can improve. I used to have another Novel with the same idea but since its old, I just made this one instead so it may reach more people since it's better on the algorythim and all of that. That's why this novel's tags may seem a bit confusing. There isn't much to say about it... The current ideas used were: (Their names aren't set) 1-Ascension of the Card Emperor (Reincarnation/Unordinary Cultivation?) 2-Master of the sands of time (Modern Cultivation/Superpowers) 3-Bridgmaker (Transmigration/System/Fantasy) 4-HP: The Dimensional Turner (Fanfic) 5-Why should I increase my Stats again? (Modern Cultivation/Low Wuxia?/Martial Arts) 6-Auto Hunter 7-The Hidden Face of the Usurper 8-Dual Class Mutant - - - ... See you soon!

Just a simple collection of lots of horror stories

Hm? Wait, eh? What?! I'm now assigned on a mission so that I would be a dungeon master? Hold on, why?! That's such a painful task to do! Let someone else do it! In the first place, why me? What..? Only I can be the dungeon master? Stare into my eyes. Are you kidding me? No? Ugh, fine. There's no way I could argue against an archangel when I'm a mere angel. Alright, you win. I'll do it. So... my job is to serve as the boss of my dungeon and that naturally includes bashing up anyone who arrives at the boss room instead of reincarnating souls. But I'm getting tired of this anyway, so why not ask someone else to serve as the boss? Then, I would only have administration stuff to do! Hurray! I'm such a genius! But what if I could make a contract with an intelligent being and let them do the administration stuff too? Heheh... I'm such a genius! Oh, and also screw you, Lord Raphael. I still haven't forgiven you yet for pushing this job down onto me. ----

Stories within a paragraph or less

What they said was unbelievable; they said mama is singing this beautiful poem for us. I was stunned because my wife had died, and she was allergic to poems. She never liked to sing. I asked them to go from here. Suddenly the door closed and a voice appeared: 'You can't take them away. They are my children." This was horrible and terrifying. Even Joseph and Jennifer had frightened. All the things in the room started moving in a circle around us. I moved toward the door to hold my children's hands, but the door was not opening. Suddenly a lamp fell on me, and I got hurt by this. Joseph got angry after seeing this. Joseph threw a toy given by a spirit and shouted you are not my mother. Suddenly, everything became calm, and the door opened. We went out of the room and packed our bags to return to our house. We returned to our house and decided not to go there again. We couldn't understand who was she and what she wanted?

Ang mga nakasulat rito ay base sa mga eksperyensa nang mga taong nakausap ko at ang iba naman ay kathang isip lang. Kayo na ang humusga kung saan doon ang totoo at kathang isip.

[Mature content] In the arcane duchy of Echt, where ancient secrets slumber and whispers of the unknown lingers, Yuki Adlerian has lived her entire life shrouded in mystery. Her past is a shady mess that she tries to uncover by all means possible. When the enigmatic Duke of Echt suddenly returns to the duchy after many years, Yuki’s simple existence is disrupted. As the Duke’s presence stirs the long-dormant secrets of the duchy. Yuki’s own truth begins to unravel. Strange occurrences and whispered stories force Yuki to doubt her very existence, meanwhile, the duke’s piercing gaze seems to hold the answers to all Yuki's doubts. As the mysteries unfold, Yuki must confront the darkness within herself and face the ultimate revelation; she is more than just a mere human girl. And the Duke’s arrival marks the beginning of a battle for the duchy’s very soul. Will Yuki embrace her true identity? Or will the shadows of her past and her fate consume her, dooming the duchy to an eternal darkness!

THIS IS A SERIES OF MY THOUGHTS . THE INNER WORKINGS OF A LAZY ARTIST

If u enjoy horror stories, this is for you

klrxo stories collection online in alphabetical order last update 2024/9/30

All living beings have something they fear. But then what do the gods fear? They stand at the peak of the world. There shouldn’t be anything they fear…right? Well it turns out, all gods fear one person. Lucian Elysia. But who is this… being? And how come every god fears him? Read and find out —————————————————— The cover I used is not mine! If the creator wants me to take it down then he/she can contact me. Personal goal: 14 chapters/week Actual: 8 chaps/week release time: 23:59 Paris time (A.N: currently on hold) For illustrations join my discord server Discord server: https://discord.gg/muDMjJXv5h

Hong Luo was an abused child who died soaking in the rain for days in her first life. Her second life she became known as the well regarded doctor Mozen, a genius above geniuses that no normal person could think of mimicking. A recluse that was hard to find. And a mother of three children, though two of which were not blood related. Now she's returned to her first life, a dream perfectly illustrating how life would have went if she hadn't died. She finally got to witness her best friends rain dance. Her twin cousins came to stay with her, living peacefully with the barbarian tribe as they trained. And above all else, she was able to save him, that silly man who refused to leave her as she laid there dying. Yet, was this truly just a dream? An accident happened, faces that shouldn't be here are showing up, hidden truths are unveiled, and the looming guillotine set to fall is not waiting for anyone to stop it. Ever since Hong Luo woke up, all she wants to do is to peacefully live out her retirement, wasting the day away over a cup of tea, sleep in past noon, and to tend to her garden and carvings. Revenge? She wants no part of it. You have problems? Well, you also have two working hands and legs, she'll leave you to it. You want her to work? Are you dying? You're not? Then please leave. There are other healers just as good as her right around the corner. Luckily her guard is very competent in shooing away trouble. She beckons him over, "Come sit with me." Shamelessly he embraces her and sits back on the chair with her in his lap. Hong Luo "That's not what I meant." "I'm sitting with you, am I not?" Hong Luo "...Well, you aren't wrong." "Mmm." Hong Luo "...ugh, fine. Do as you please." _ [Warning, some chapters will get bloody and gruesome. That r18 is there for a reason.] This is a slow burn fantasy, slice of life story with romance, self healing, mystery, natural disasters, a bit of politics, couple growth, and a lot of world building. I really enjoying world building and history to said world, so there's a lot of that in there. So if you enjoy any of these, you just might enjoy this wee story of mine. The story of Hong Luo and Nuyun. (Currently being rewritten.) - The image above was drawn by me! https://www.instagram.com/mykataren/

Horror comedy

-Read my new book Nightmare Mythos!! [WSA 2024] ‘This is the end of my Horrors,’ A timeless proverb handed down through generations A mantra for the departing, a solace for the soul, A conclusion for their nightmarish days. … Following the catastrophic event known as the Cursed Era, Earth descended into a dystopian apocalyptic age where humanity grappled with the aftermath. The once-familiar territories became contested grounds as ‘Horrors’, otherworldly creatures, claimed what was once belong to humans Geniuses from centuries were born yet no matter what, humans can’t take back what has been there. The endless struggle of reclaiming the land still remained until the current day. As if it was fate for humans to struggle until the end. Gin Vence, a graduate of The Academy Of The Privileged, had no choice but to move onto a site which everyone from the graduates of the said academy was supposed to do as they will now be starting to serve the military. Yet, with strange and mysterious encounters on the site, Gin's fate changed after that one particular day.

Amidst the raging storm outside - bang, crack, rumble - a young boy named Kurt was sound asleep under the sturdy roof of the local school. Despite the chaos outside, the raindrops tapping against the window panes created a soothing atmosphere, and Kurt snuggled deeper into his warm blankets. Little did Kurt know, the storm outside was just the beginning of an extraordinary adventure that would take him on a remarkable journey. Meanwhile, two beings were flying through the storm at the speed of light, in pursuit of a shard that held immense power - power so immense that it could destroy the multiverse. They had been searching for the shard for centuries and would stop at nothing to retrieve it. Suddenly, the shard entered Kurt's body, giving him the shock of his life. He felt a jolt of energy surge through him, and he sat up on the chair, gasping for air. His heart was pounding in his chest, and he couldn't believe what had just happened. The sudden movement caught the attention of the class, causing everyone to look in his direction. The teacher, Mrs. Allen, asked him to stop distracting the class. Kurt apologized and tried to compose himself, but his best friend Mark noticed that something was wrong. "Bro, what was that? You sounded as if you had a heart attack," said Mark, concerned. "It's nothing, Mark. I just had a nightmare," said Kurt, hoping to brush off the strange sensation he had just experienced. "At least don't fall asleep before Mrs. Allen catches you," said Mark with a serious face, reminding Kurt of the strict rules in the classroom. "Okay Mom", said Kurt with a funny face Deep in his thoughts, he feels a strange energy moving through its vein, Focusing that energy surprising him again a game-like system [Congratulations host on obtaining the Nightmare creation system] [Accessing host bio] [Statue] [Name: Kurt Jackson] [Race:Human] [Age: 16] [Health: 10/10- lifespan for 70 years] [Mana:null] [Body(strength, agility, dexterity etc.): 5 ] average human [Intelligent: 6] [Wisdom:3] [Nightmare point:0] Huh!!!!!!

Short stories for those who are boarded and interested

SYNOPSIS: Jake (Amanda’s ex-boyfriend) kills Morgan (Amanda’s younger sister) to take revenge because Amanda had broken up with him just because he had told her his deepest secret which was him being a vampire. What even triggered him the most to kill Morgan was the fact that he never knew Morgan even existed, killing her will make the thought of her not existing real. When Amanda gets back from work, she is so excited to tell Morgan the big news about her promotion but getting to her room she find Morgan’s body parts scattered all over the room. After Amanda found out Jake had killed her sister, she kills him and names herself DARKNESS and that’s when she starts killing people.

I am moving everything to Wattpad, I do apologize but this must be done.

Welcome my friends, to the land between light and dark, between the living and the dead, between reality and fantasy, between our fears and rationality. This world is much like our own, so identical that one could not tell the difference even upon close inspection. This world exists somewhere between the fabrics that make up our own reality. One second, one may find themselves living in our very world, only to suddenly and seamlessly exist within this new reality, within the Crepuscle! By the time you realize that you are no longer in the reality you once called home, it will be far too late... . . . This is a collection of short horror stories made by me. The style is very inspired by Junji Ito and the Twilight Zone in the sense that these stories aren't necessarily "scary", but disturbing in a way that brings the readers discomfort. The stories are mostly disconnected. It is an anthology series. Also on Royal Road: @SurelynotEli

Please ignore the genre Anyway, if yah curious you can check the stories I am making, made, will make... I will put the synopsis and the story title, genre, and where you can find it... And a little preview ^v^ Now sit back, read, and enjoy!

By the time I realized it, I had reincarnated into another world. I kept sleeping, and at some point I became a Demon Lord. Even though I never wished for it. But for me to not have to work, this world is the best. It must be true that good things happen to good people. The flavor of Sloth is as sweet as honey. Glory, diligence, virtue, or honor. I have no interest in anything like that. What’s there to hide? The Lazy king is… none other than me.