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George Rr Martin Horror

Little School of Horrors Book One: Take My Life Force

Everybody knows middle school is full of terrifying surprises! Eleven-year-old, Monty Moonshine, dreaded going to his new middle school, in Stone Heart. Because he is a troublemaker, he gets away with everything. After pulling a prank in school in gym class, the principal and his parents send him away. Only to learn the true nature of his discipline would be to unleash his real monster spirit. By awakening a strange exchange student whose sleeping in the school basement. If the vampire girl, Traci Troll, wakes up, she'll hunt the middle grade students until they all become undead vampires. Monty and Traci discover their teachers aren't exactly from this planet. It's up to Monty and Traci to help the kids prepare for an alien invasion. Before the mortal human beings in their home town discover their middle school is anything but a serious mistake. Monty's parents try to drop him out of before the end of the semester. Or they may never want to learn the frightening truth that aliens are invading their middle school. The young students must survive the invasion before graduation. Because the aliens will rule the ghoul school and take victory in their celebration. And the grown-ups might not get along with the alien leader who is very mad at them for not believing they exist. The aliens want to show they can be friendly, too. To help the mortal human beings in the small town to make believe in their existence. So aliens can make anybody believe in supernatural life forces. It's all about believing and understanding the purpose of the alien leader who wants to take over middle school. Not before the young students discover the aliens have a weakness. To get them to get along with the human race. Or the school will attract ghouls to take the student's life force so the aliens can invade middle school. While the grown-ups face with the faculty members to gain knowledge about why they study about monster life. To keep them a secret against young children with a dark gifted purpose.
JeremyDreamy · 13.8K Views

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DISCLAIMER: This story is not owned by me. All rights belong to the original author and copyright holder. This copy is provided for offline reading purposes only. No copyright infringement is intended, and if the rightful owner requests removal, it will be taken down immediately. The washed-up magician Zong Jiu transmigrated into a horror, infinite flow novel about a survival show, taking the place of the cannon fodder who died tragically in the first evaluation round. This show was very interesting. Out of the tens of thousands of people, only a hundred people could survive, and the c-position (strongest contender) could even get a universal wish ticket. If it were someone else, they’d probably be scared to death. No one expected that Zong Jiu was not only unafraid, but also caused a sensational stir, shamelessly showing off his tricks the whole way. Once his tricks stopped, and his life could be considered safe and sound, he ended up in a rivalry with the novel’s big villain. Today you try to get at me, tomorrow I’ll get you back, back and forth, it’s pretty fun, heh. As a result, though it was just playing around, one time they got carried away and really did end up sleeping together. Watching the nemesis who was pressing him to the ground, Zong Jiu lazily lifted his gaze. “If you want to kill me then kill me, don’t speak nonsense.” Even when at a disadvantage, he showed no trace of fear, and actually continued to provoke him. That person used his ice-cold finger to trace his ear, and the action heading toward the aorta suddenly stopped. “What a pity. I’ve changed my mind.” — He was once very willing to personally give Zong Jiu death. Every day, he used to regret not gouging out his flesh, personally snapping his neck. But after this person fell into his hands, another, more urgent desire grew like weeds. Compared to winning or losing, he would rather see him crying and panting, with eyes red, begging for mercy.
zarawang · 9K Views

MUTATE or BURN, I will DESTROY the WORLD!

A sickle lodged deep in his neck, cold steel biting through flesh. Voices murmured around him, debating his fate as blood poured in thick rivulets, staining the ground beneath him. His vision wavered, the world blurring at the edges. Fragments of memory surfaced, slipping through his grasp as darkness crept in. With faltering breath, he muttered a prayer. "Pitiful child," a voice crooned, its melody both soothing and unsettling. Then—screeching tires. A violent crash. From nowhere, a truck barreled through the alley, crushing him and his murderers beneath its weight. The world went silent. Kevin awoke. The question of where he was lingered in his mind, yet he could feel it. An eerie, suffocating void stretched around him, vast and oppressive. There was no warmth, no sound, only the weight of nothingness pressing down, as if his very soul could wither away. "Pitiful child," the voice whispered again, its presence weaving through the void. "Love evades you. Singled out, discarded, assumed to be nothing. No one would mourn your disappearance." A flicker of sadness crossed Kevin’s face. "But there is no redemption for you here either. You will serve as a tool for my adversary, fulfilling what I cannot. Your existence has granted me this moment, and in return, you will perish as you were always meant to. Your memories of this life and our encounter will fade" A hand emerged from the abyss, pale and grotesque, reaching for him. Kevin’s very being twisted. A sensation beyond pain, beyond fear—something worse. An unbearable pressure built inside him, warping his essence, as though he were unravelling, torn apart from within. Then came the rage. A lifetime of being used, manipulated, and discarded. Again and again, others had shaped his fate, moulding him to their will. Even now, even here, the cycle continued. No more. Through the agony, he roared. "I will not be what you want or what anyone wants. Even without my memories, I will hunt, I will devour, and I will carve my own path. It doesn’t matter if you are a god or the devil” The entity smiled. "I am no god. I am no devil. " Its voice echoed, a whisper and a thunderclap all at once. "I am A@#!@ro♧h!!"
Martin_Moorning · 4.7K Views
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