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A Squeal Of Abject Horror

God of Horrors

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!!!!!!
Nightmare_deity · 1.1K Views

Fall of a King, Rise of a Villain

‘My enemy, my friend, my love, my pain. He was everything and more to me. My protector and my warden. Most importantly, especially for you, he was my leash.’ ________ Ísar Jovevski, the King of Ogronevia. Praised as a good king, a blessing from the gods, a mighty king. Kind and benevolent king. The greatest King in the kingdom’s history, never mind that his bloody ascension was a bad omen. A man holding a darkness that could consume him as well as everyone around him, if not for his childhood friends. If not for his love for Xinghua Li. Imperial Son Li Xinghua of the Qianlong Empire. A prince, a martial artist, a warrior and Ísar’s childhood friend. The only person in the world that was able to make Ísar nervous and stumble over his words. He loved him. A kind of love where he could not breathe nor exist if the other were not in his life. The kind of love where one’s heart jumped to the throat from a mere smile. The kind of love that turned into a double-edged sword. Where if it were lost—no—broken, the pieces would harm all. And none could’ve avoided the cuts of its shards. _______________ [Excerpt] The shores were stained with thick, black blood. The stench of rotten corpses filled the air as the ocean’s breeze swept over his kneeling form. Ísar stared at the endless void that was the ocean. He barely registered the tears running down his cheeks as he watched the sun rise. The celestial source slowly moved high above his little kingdom and Ísar continued to stare. The screams coming from behind him were muffled background noise. “My King! My King, please! Please spare me!” He didn’t know who that was. The voice was familiar but nothing came to mind. It didn’t matter, in the end. Nothing truly mattered anymore. He squeezed the old and worn out plush toy close to his chest. The fabric was tearing and the little ox toy had never looked uglier. He stared down at it and with a sad smile and teary voice, he said, “You don’t smell like him anymore. Nothing smells like him anymore. Please come back. Please. I miss you, my big star. I miss you.” _________ Inspired by Edgar Allen Poe and Gothic Themes [FKRV is a tragedy fantasy romance with both positive (found family, childhood friends, first loves) and negative themes (loss, grief, loneliness, suicidal ideation, murder). There will also be more mature chapters in the future which I’ll put a R18 warning for. Happy reading!]
itoade · 226.6K Views

Awakened Horror: Evolution Wonderland

[Warning: Mature Content] "He's deemed as the villain… but what if his actions were just misunderstood?" __________ [Rabble band of outcasts!] Calm witch~ "I've got a dissociative personality disorder, but I can separate them as individual entities!" Mischievous warrior~ "I've got a high level of potential, I'm a man from hell after all." Bored trickster~ "I've got many stunts up my sleeves, I can make you moan and bleed at the same time!" Me~ "I'm just an honest FBI trainee." ________ In the spirited underside of a world shadowed by the Abyss, Roman, a promising but untested FBI trainee, stumbles into a chilling nightmare. An inexplicable phenomenon unleashed bloodthirsty creatures unlike anything the world has ever witnessed, and in the chaos, Roman finds himself infected. His search for answers throws him into a perilous alliance with a rabble band of outcasts – a calm witch with secrets of her own, a mischievous warrior scarred by encounters with the Abyssal darkness, and a bored trickster hiding a surprising depth of knowledge. Haunted by visions of a looming apocalypse and whispers of an ancient prophecy, Roman must unravel the true secrets of his infection before it consumes him and unleashes the full, chilling might of the Abyss upon the world. The Abyssal stain wrenches within him, a dark melody whispering promises of power and destruction from the very depths of hell. But can Roman resist the Abyss' seductive pull? As his power grows, the line between a protagonist and an antagonist blurs.
Dreamylad · 32.5K Views
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