natural horror novels

"I am Yang Jian. By the time you read this, I've already been dead..." A strange parchment, an eye that peeks into the darkness. This is the memoir of a person who survived.

When Wen Yan chose the profession he deemed the safest, "Natural Enemy," he felt sure his ending wouldn't be the same as those of other professions, where the average person met an untimely death. That was until he encountered a Soul Devouring Beast that measured tens of kilometers in length. He then realized things might be just a tiny bit different from what he had thought. "Soul Devouring Beast. Trait One: Devouring. Devouring souls. Trait Two: Immune. Immune to physical damage, immune to elemental damage, immune to environmental damage, immune to mental damage, immune to sustained damage, immune to toxin damage, immune to..." "Sole trait, Invincible."

I’m an international, multiple award-winning author with a passion for the voices in my head. As a singer, songwriter, independent filmmaker and improv teacher and performer, my life has always been about creating and sharing what I create with others. Now that my dream to write for a living is a reality, with over a hundred titles in happy publication and no end in sight, I live in beautiful Prince Edward Island, Canada, with my giant cats, pug overlord and overlady and my Gypsy Vanner gelding, Fynn. ***WORLD'S BEST STORY2014*** Her mom's a witch. Her dad's a demon. And she just wants to be ordinary. I batted at the curl of smoke drifting off the tip of my candle and tried not to sneeze. My heavy velvet cloak fell in oppressive, suffocating folds in the closed space of the ceremony chamber, the cowl trapping the annoying bits of puff I missed. I hated the way my eyes burned and teared, an almost constant distraction. Not that I didn't welcome the distraction, to be honest. Anything to take my mind from what went on around me. Being part of a demon raising is way less exciting than it sounds. Sydlynn Hayle's teen life couldn't be more complicated. Trying to please her coven is all a fantasy while the adventure of starting over in a new town and fending off a bully cheerleader who hates her are just the beginning of her troubles. What to do when delicious football hero Brad Peters--boyfriend of her cheer nemesis--shows interest? If only the darkly yummy witch, Quaid Moromond, didn't make it so difficult for her to focus on fitting in with the normal kids despite her paranormal, witchcraft laced home life. Add to that her crazy grandmother's constant escapes driving her family to the brink and Syd's between a rock and a coven site. Forced to take on power she doesn't want to protect a coven who blames her for everything, only she can save her family's magic. If her family's distrust doesn't destroy her first.

In a world where the chosen one has defeated the demon lord and brought peace to the realm, now 500 years have passed since the demon's defeat. Aetheria, the world, appears peaceful, but is it truly so?

[Horror-Spieleentwickler: Meine Spiele sind wirklich nicht so gruselig!] Ich hasse Horror. Von den huschenden Geräuschen von Schritten, die hinter mir herjagen, bis zu den leisen, aber beunruhigend kalten Flüstern, die sich um meine Ohren winden... All das. Ich hasse es. So sehr, dass ich anfange zu kotzen, wenn ich eine bestimmte Schwelle erreiche. Und trotzdem bin ich ein Horror-Spieleentwickler. Ein miserabler noch dazu. Also habe ich beschlossen, aufzuhören, angesichts meiner mangelnden Fähigkeiten. Und doch... [Glückwunsch, Sie wurden für das Horror-Spielentwicklungssystem ausgewählt!] Nein, ich will es nicht. Lass mich aufhören. ※ Hinweis: Ihre Welt könnte einige Veränderungen erfahren. Aber keine Sorge! Es ist Teil des Spiels! *** Dies ist eine Geschichte über einen Spieleentwickler, der Horror hasst, aber keine andere Wahl hat, als Spiele zu entwickeln, die gruselig genug sind, um Menschen zu traumatisieren. Sie wollen mich verfluchen, weil ich Sie dazu gebracht habe, sich in die Hose zu machen? Wenn das der Fall ist, wen verfluche ich dann? *** Eine von SCP inspirierte Geschichte mit ihrer eigenen Wendung!

[Horror Game Developer : My games really aren't that scary!] I hate horror. From the skittering sounds of footsteps racing behind me, to the soft yet unnervingly cold whispers curling around my ears... All of it. I hate it. So much so that I start puking whenever I reach a certain threshold. And yet, I am a Horror Game Developer. A crappy one at that. So, given my lack of ability, I decided to quit. And yet... [Congratulations, you've been selected for the Horror Game Developer System!] Nope, I don't want it. Let me quit. ※ Note : Your world might experience some changes. But don't worry! It's part of the game! *** This is a story about a game developer who hates horror, but has no choice but to develop games scary enough to traumatize people. You want to curse me for making you piss your pants? If that's the case, who do I curse? *** An SCP inspired story with its own twist! Discord : https://discord.gg/FK7ZQU3b9p

After struggling in the apocalypse for ten years, Yao Ran died and returned to the three months before everything began. She returns with hatred and thirsts for revenge, intent on making those who owe her pay with their lives. With her grandfather's inheritance, Yao Ran sold everything and frantically hoarded weapons, medicine, food, and supplies. She sharpened her sword, stockpiled up supplies, settled scores with scoundrels and villains, and repaid them with both enmity and kindness. When disaster strikes, she begins her revenge, facing a dangerous world, and is determined to outlast her previous life.

Después de luchar en el apocalipsis durante diez años, Yao Ran murió y regresó a los tres meses antes de que todo comenzara. Vuelve con odio y sed de venganza, decidida a hacer que aquellos que le deben paguen con sus vidas. Con la herencia de su abuelo, Yao Ran vendió todo y acumuló frenéticamente armas, medicinas, comida y suministros. Afiló su espada, almacenó suministros, ajustó cuentas con sinvergüenzas y villanos, y los pagó con enemistad y amabilidad. Cuando el desastre golpea, comienza su venganza, enfrentándose a un mundo peligroso, y está decidida a sobrevivir más tiempo que en su vida anterior.

Depois de lutar no apocalipse por dez anos, Yao Ran morreu e voltou aos três meses antes de tudo começar. Ela retorna com ódio e sede de vingança, determinada a fazer aqueles que lhe devem pagar com suas vidas. Com a herança de seu avô, Yao Ran vendeu tudo e freneticamente acumulou armas, remédios, comida e suprimentos. Ela afiou sua espada, estocou suprimentos, acertou contas com canalhas e vilões, e retribuiu com inimizade e bondade. Quando o desastre atinge, ela começa sua vingança, enfrentando um mundo perigoso e está determinada a sobreviver à sua vida anterior.

Real-life game interpenetration + ocean survival + infrastructure stockpiling + pet taming + late-life natural disaster survival]　　 Si Nan has very bad luck. He went out to burn incense and burned the end of the world. 　　The mysterious Red Tower descended, causing natural disasters on the earth. Millions of humans were teleported into the Red Tower and forced to play a survival game. 　　Survival at sea, survival on deserted islands, desert exploration... 　　The terrain changes, the difficulties increase, and life and death are determined by fate. 　　 　　Si Nan's fortune-telling tube has become a golden finger: the best fortune is added, and the luck is doubled! 　　Three chances to draw lots every day, and the unlucky becomes the European. Si Nan has turned the survival game into a leisurely business. 　　Expanding rafts, planting fruits and vegetables, frantically collecting, raising pets... 　　Others are struggling to survive, Si Nan is full of supplies and thriving. 　　Hurricanes, extreme cold, thunderstorms... 　　All survival crises have become opportunities for Si Nan to make a fortune. 　　 　　She has become a legend of the Red Tower: a mysterious woman with a mobile villa, a psychic pet, and top-level equipment. 　　Later, as more and more people entered the Red Tower, natural disasters in the real world became more and more severe. 　　Tsunamis, floods, earthquakes, high temperatures... 　　Which one can survive, the Red Tower of unknown origin or the real world? 　　 ------- 　　Please make your survival choice: 　　Real world [ ] Red Tower world [ ] [Self-cut leg meat and stew! ] [Part of the settings refer to the raft survival game! ] [The paragraph review has been opened, welcome to play! ] ------New article copy: [Global Evolution [Doomsday]] Global evolution, animal and plant mutations, modern cities have become bloody battlefields. 　　Infected people, killer trees, mutant beasts take turns to appear, and the food chain is completely reshuffled. 　　Only "evolvers" can survive in the new world. 　　 　　Song Xia looked at the extra clock scale in her pupils, which was a bit strange. 　　Time stagnation, regression, and even acceleration seemed to happen in the blink of an eye. 　　At first, she fixed the mutant monster in place and successfully killed it; 　　then, she restored the scrapped items to their original state and harvested supplies; 　　later, she helped her pets grow faster and improve their security - 　　 　　super-evolved mutant monsters are coming? 　　It doesn't matter, just a blink of an eye, and the opponent, whether it is a monster or a human, will immediately "degenerate" to a juvenile state! 　　The human restricted area has become Song Xia's back garden. You 　　can grab whatever you want to eat, and are the mutant beasts/plants not happy? 　　A slap will break all your evolutionary dreams and let you develop again from eggs/seeds/embryos! 　　 　　Over time, a mysterious legend has spread in the human shelter: 　　the woman who brought the super-evolved beasts and crossed the restricted area to exchange supplies is actually the god in charge of the evolution chain. 　　 　　Song Xia's perspective: 　　I haven't walked my dog for a long time at home, so I'll go to the nearby shelter to get some snacks! ---------------- Growing female protagonist! Brainy and refreshing article! 　　Traditional doomsday survival, global evolution background, no system. 　　Welcome to taste~~