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A collection of horror stories written in short. - - - - - - - - - - - - Horror #148 (09/04/2017)

These short horror stories will bring chills to your spine.

I'm starting a series of short horror stories, some may be one sentence while may be a small paragraph. I hope you enjoy! ^~^

"He's dead, and we're all going to die." The words haunted Zane, their truth could not be denied. His days and those of every other dragon in Ethiolan were numbered. Seven months was the best he could hope for after that he knew there would be no hope of his survival. The last Bluescale was dead and without a Bluescale the entire realm was doomed. On the brink of losing the greatest war of the age, Zane received a summons from the seer of a neighboring kingdom. The message promises the one thing Zane had lost -hope. He and his father the king make haste to answer the call and soon Zane is met with a tenacious young dragon named Paige, who holds the key to saving the entire realm. Paige's fragile existence is soon threatened by the enemy and Zane finds that he has become this intriguing girl's unlikely protector. If he could just find a way to keep her alive for six months they just might be able to save their realm.

River Yates lives by the rules, striving to keep his slate clean. Azra Lydia Grace, on the other hand, is known for her wild antics and chaotic reputation. When their paths cross, neither expects the mayhem that follows. 'His Bad Luck Charm' is a story that is bound to make you laugh, cry and feel other crazy feelings that you most probably do not want to feel. Heirs #1

In Elemental magic you can be one of four magic types; water, fire, earth, and air. The only problem is Violet is none of these things. Is she what they call a magic dud, or is she something rarer, more powerful, and more dangerous than anyone could have imagined!? Teasers, "Em, most girls sneak out for a boy, you sneak out for a unicorn." I began to cry as it reached for my face."No!" I screamed. "Please No!" I went to pull back the shower curtain, but some nagging thought in the back of my head stopped me. I didn't have a little brother, so why was there a little boy in my bathroom? I gulped and with shaking hands pulled back the shower curtain. "What!? How could that be!?" I yelled, and covered my hand with my mouth. Shouting wasn't such a good idea right at this moment. If someone heard us and came up here to investigate the noise we were making, they would find a boy and a girl, a bloody knife with both their finger prints on it, and a very very dead body. "Don't touch her!" he hissed and lunged at Henry. Running through the night wearing nothing but a flimsy hospital dress, while waving a dismembered hand in his hand, was a strangeness no regular person could hope to inspire to.