Horror

Alien Symbiote: Part 1, Lena implanted.

Reading Alien Symbiote: Part 0 background brief first is suggested. In response to the doorbell I went to the door and found my nearby neighbor Lena waiting. As usual, computer illiterate that she is, she needed my help paying her bills online. As she came into the room I saw her in a new light. Lena was a 65 year old almost stereotypical little old lady. Brown haired with gray strands and hazel eyed, she was thin at 5’7’ and 135 pounds. Her visits to my place were monthly, bringing me little bank envelopes of cash portioned out to pay each of her bills online. Lena’s refusal to learn anything more than texting on her phone made her my monthly good deed. Today was different, with my Symbiote boosted senses. As I let Lena in …

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Anna’s new house Chapter 1

Anna came bouncing out of the title business, new key to her house in hand. Happily she raced to her car, stuffed to the brim with her clothes and meager belongings. “4 months I have been waiting for this day!!!” She jumped in the car and started across town heading to her new home. She pulled up into the driveway, looked out at her new prize. A turn of the century Victorian house, completely furnished and other than the belongings Anna had in her car, ready to go. Anna opened the car door and got out, keys in hand practically running up the front steps, inserting the key into the lock. Taking a deep breath she tuned the key and opened the door. “Wow I am so damn lucky to get this place” she thought …

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Werewolfie – A Halloween Story

WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. This warning is possibly not needed for this particular story, but I am including it because it is needed for most of my stories. If you decide to read other of my stories make sure that you read the disclosures and warnings at the beginning of each story. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life. All characters involved in sexual activity in this story are over the age of 18. If you are under the age of 18 or do not understand the difference between …

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Béla the Vampire Girl – Part 4 (long)

The Adventures of Béla, the Vampire Girl Book 1: Target Girl Part 4 Chapter 1 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The board over the pantry door creaked as the rope tied to the inch thick ‘eye-bolt’ imbedded in it was yanked downward. Béla dangled from the other end of the rope, secured by a tight knot around her wrists. She was naked and bleeding from several cuts in her body. As she twisted back around, Jake carefully aimed another dart at her tiny breasts, then threw it. “Ah!” Béla yelped as it stuck right in the middle of her left nipple. “Bulls eye! You have to fuck me now!” “Not just yet,” Jake announced, reaching into the utensil drawer. He pulled out a new set of carving knives that he’d just purchased. “These were on sale at the checkout …

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Zombie Lust

I was walking home from a friend’s graduation party and I admit I was more than a little drunk. But hey, I was eighteen, a young, good-looking female, and if I wanted to party, I partied. But that night would be a night I would never forget. I was so tired I just wanted to go home and get some sleep. I had to make a choice, cut through the graveyard and get home in half the time, or go all the way around which would take longer but was less creepy. I said, “Fuck it,” and went through the graveyard. I hated the graveyard. It was always so creepy and the place just gave me a bad vibe, even when I was a kid. Yet there I was, walking through the damn place at …

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Little White Slave Girl Part 1

Leon Baker held his AR15 across his chest as he walked through his little stretch of mountain, following a trail cut through the woods. He loved his little stretch of Kentucky, it reminded him of the early seventies when he was just a child, just out of high school. He was on patrol. Really he was just walking through the swamps, waiting for his refer to come to harvest, but in his mind he was in the boonies again. He was in the Re-public of Viet-Nam again. He was on patrol again. He was walking point again. He had never really left Vietnam, not really. He was a king there. Sure, he was a grunt, he was nothing more than another Nigger PFC in a white man’s army, fighting a white man’s war. He was …

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Demon Graveyard

Sasha walked through the grave yard with a drink in hand, her finger going around one small spool of yarn of eight in her jacket pocket. She was a sewer. Her hair was long, wavy and black. The girl of Japanese heritage wore spandex pants, a white t-shirt and a shiny leather jacket. It was a party and Sasha was there with friends. She wasn’t drunk but she didn’t want to be there for much longer. Her ex was watching her and following her through most of the party. When he wasn’t looking she slipped out. Her car wasn’t too far away but still, she had already spotted her ex coming from behind. He was drunk and stumbling around. She looked around seeing a crypt. She rolled her eyes, usually in the movies she would …

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Murder on the Mainline: another Mike Claymore Mystery Chapters 7 & 8

CHAPTER SEVEN 2ND SUNDAY “Daddy, daddy. Wake up” Mike feels a weight on his chest and sleepily tries to get an exuberant daughter to ease up her jumping on his torso. “I’m awake, Jan. What’s all this excitement about?” “Come on for breakfast.” “Did your mother send you up here to get me up?” “Mommy says breakfast is ready. Come on.” “Tell your mother I’m coming right down. Okay?” “I’ll tell her.” Janet dashes out of the room and Mike looks at the clock. He groans. It’s only eight thirty and it’s Sunday morning. What ever happened to sleeping in on the weekends, he wonders. He gets a hot shower and feels better. He dons a robe and joins the family in the kitchen. Marlene is feeding the kids and getting them around for Sunday …

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Vampire: Stories of days past 3

Jake sat silent for a moment, trying to get his head around what he just heard. “So let me get this straight. You are over two millennia old. And lost your eye in a fight with your brother… over a slave?” Marius shrugged “Well, that’s the basic of it. More or less.” Shaking his head Jake tried to figure out if his host was lying or just plainly insane. “And I thought I was the only one who bumped his head.” He shifted his weight to the left and felt a pain shoot through his side. “It appears you might have broken a rib as well, want me to take a look?” Jake took a few shallow breaths, pushing the pain away before he nodded. “Well if you want me, you should apologies first.” Marius …

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Marcilla: A Modern Fantasy

MARCILLA: I walked down the desert highway, under a canopy of stars so bright that they might have seared my eyes if I’d looked at them too long. In the east, far to my right, the thinnest sliver of moon glimmered dully. A cool breeze brushed my face. It was beautiful. I had begun walking just after dark, and had already come a fair way. I wasn’t in any particular hurry, and was not walking particularly fast, but the open spaces always put a spring in my step that the concrete canyons of cities never do. My only luggage was my light rucksack thrown over my shoulder, so I wasn’t heavily burdened. As I walked, I stretched my arms out and threw my head back, luxuriating in the feel of being out in the open. …

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Designated for Consumption_(0)

Mariah I Mariah stood in line anxiously, waiting to hear her fate. Her graduating group was today’s batch to be assigned their designations by the Bureau of Resource Distribution. She found some comfort in the presence of her best friend Alan, standing in front of her. “Where do you think they’ll send you?” he had turned around to ask her. “I’ll probably end up sewing clothes in a warehouse.” “No way. I bet they put you in Human resource management, maybe. You’re really good with people.” “I can’t really see myself in a management position, I couldn’t even organize that Memorial Day picnic.” “I’ll probably end up welding or swinging a pick-axe in the new tunnels.” “Next!” a sharp voice interrupted their conversation. A quick intake of breath came from Alan’s gut and he stepped …

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Lilith a Devil Unbound

Lilith A Devil Unbound The portal errupted into flame, starting to close as a delicate red hand with long black femine fingernails. A women with a vipercated tale rose from the flame, she had two horns on her forehead and soot black hair down to her neck that shined in the light of the flame. She had long shaply legs. Her tail was wrapped around her leg and came between her large ample breasts with nice round nipples. She had piercing black eyes that shined like obsidien. She had a hard sixpack and hips the swung out when ever she walked. She took a step forward her ass swung out. She had a perfect apple ass. She wore a white half buttoned T-shirt that barley contained her large breasts. She also wore a green, plaid …

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The Artist: Mischief’s Rewards

Message from the Author: I have a few things to apologize for, first off. I can’t seem to figure out how in the hell to indent my paragraphs, so until I can, I’ll just have to deal with all the comments on the atrocity of my stories. It’s been a long time that I’ve been writing on this site now, and I’ve never figured it out though, so bear with me. Second, I need to apologize for the other story on this account; it was part of a whole series I was thinking on, but I don’t think it was what I meant for it to be. I don’t remember writing it, to be honest. It was a whim, a late night idea that I couldn’t get out of my head. I think the implementation …

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Demon Meets Dominatrix

I was on the prowl again, looking for the man who would be my prey. I loved finding the perfect guy, the one that was so self confident with all of the women in the bar, and making him beg at my feet by the end of the night. I had that kind of body, I was that kind of woman, with an indomitable will. The best part was that the guys that I took home were too concerned about their alpha male personas to warn their friends about me. I always had the pick of the litter, no matter what bar or smoky and seedy nightclub I found myself in. On that particular night I was struggling to find my man. I had taken a chance by going to a questionable club that had …

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Grimoire Chapter I_(1)

Brady Thompson parked his car on the street outside “Bowman’s Rare and Used Books” and walked in. The proprietor, Mr. Bowman, absently read the newspaper as Brady walked through the door. As he approached the counter, Mr. Bowman lowered the page and peered at Brady over his glasses, which had slid down his nose. “Ah, Brady. Good to see you. I was hoping you’d come in.” Mr. Bowman turned away from Brady and inspected the bookshelf behind him, where he kept much of his personal inventory. He scratched his head, scanning the shelves. “Aha!” he exclaimed, grabbing an old, worn book with brown binding. He handed it to Brady. As Brady opened it and leafed through the pages, Mr. Bowman explained: “I got it last week at an estate sale. Old widow, her husband died …

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Depravity’s Daughter 1

Author Note: Okay, this one was originally under erotic horror and it was posted as a single story, instead of being broken into parts. That seems a bit too long for this venue’s formats so I separated it as best I could. The horror elements involve vampires, demons, torture, a little noncon, modification. Really, it’s most of the fun things that go with vampires and demons :). The erotic elements include M/f, Mm/f, F/m, M/m, bdsm play, mind control, noncon, lactation, modification. I might have missed some and I’m sorry if I did. It’s not a short story. Anyway, I wanted to give fair warning as to what you were getting into and I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing because this one was a lot of have fun. As always, …

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Joanna’s Bite: My Night with the Undead_(1)

It was just after 11 P.M. when I finally hung up the phone. The queue for Tier 1 had closed over an hour ago, and they had called clear at 10:15. I was stuck on a call, however. I do over-the-phone technical support. I used to do actual repairs on phones and tablets. Now I just work on the software. The customer I had just finished with, she had a particularly nasty bit of malware on her computer that would not go quietly into the night. I’m supposed to be off at 9:30, but in our line of work, calls will go over your work schedule. You can have up to twenty hours of overtime per week. It was my Friday. Technically, it was Wednesday, but my days off are Thursday and Friday. The plan …

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Nocturnal Legacy

“I asked for two pounds of ham and I want two pounds of ham!” the woman complained. “Not one point nine!” “Sorry, Ma’am.” I replied, putting another slice on the scale, my mind wandering again. Handing the woman her package, I glanced back over at the bakery counter. “He’s looking at me again!” I squealed. “Just go talk to him!” Judy urged in her graveled, low-pitched voice, “Life’s too short to mess around.” “I can’t just go up and start talking to him!” I argued. “Suit yourself… smoke break.” Judy announce, removing her apron and leaving the deli counter. We exchanged glances several times over the next few minutes as I wiped counters, trying to work up the courage to talk to him. “You two! Go talk to him already!” Judy urged. “You really think …

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Chapter 1: From Rape To Consensual.

Harrison Chapter 1: I watched as 22 year old Laura Sherman exited Yorkdale Mall. She was with her boyfriend Mike. But I didn’t pay any attention to him; my eyes fell on Laura. She was a beautiful girl with very pale skin. Her hair was completely blonde and in a ponytail which always bounced around as she walked. Her light blue sweater and jeans made her the center of everyone’s attention. Her butt always shook up and down as she walked catching all the men’s eyes. She was in everyone’s opinion, an average girl blonde girl with blue eyes. To me she was my high school crush who disappointed me at Prom. I have to get back at her, but not today or some day this week. She’s going to be spending this week vacationing …

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Ghost Stories

“A surfeiting of terror soon makes terror a cliché.” -Richard Matheson, “I Am Legend” *** Dora’s ghost and Jill’s ghost left the basement at midnight, dragging chains all the way up the apartment building’s thirteen floors. The chains were Dora’s idea. “If we’re going to haunt people, we should have chains,” she said. Jill thought it was silly, but she didn’t argue. Dora had always gotten her way when they were alive, and some things never changed. While they haunted the apartments, they told scary stories. “…and when the boyfriend came around to open the door, the killer’s bloody hook was dangling from the handle,” Jill said. After a moment, she added, “See, because when he drove off—” “Yeah, I get it,” Dora said. “I heard that one in the second grade. It’s not scary.” …

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