Adult Scary Stories Novels & Stories

Clara holding a black sword was fighting something that Jason thought only existed in fairytales and movies, a huge Black wolf with spikes on it's back, it had blood shot red eyes and yellow claws, it was also standing on its hind legs like a human. "Ahhh!" Jason couldn't contain his fear he let out a shout. Clara was quickly alerted of his presence and her expression turned grim "Run away! Jason!" She cried. But it was too late. The beast had pounced on the boy and grabbed him. "Let me go!" He cried but the beast instead threw away the flash light. "An acquaintance of the Shepard? How interesting, I had no intention of making more but, tormenting you is worth it!" The beast spoke in a grues

Jones stared at Claire as she whispered, “What happened next?” Suddenly, she was a little girl again. He used to tell her scary stories about werewolves, vampires, fae, and warlocks. May hated it, but he couldn’t say no when his little niece looked up at him with big eyes and asked so politely for a story. He would always stopped at the climax, sighed dramatically, and say that it’s too scary. She would grab his hand and say she wasn’t scared, that she would be brave. She would ask, so excited, “What happened next?”

Suddenly, Adrian realized that these individuals indeed harbored ulterior motives. Adrian expanded his awareness, and the sight before him left him speechless. The entire hall was now teeming with an array of ghosts and monsters. Among them were towering old men with only one eye, lanterns swaying on a single leg, malformed boys with just one limb each, women clad in white exuding a bone-chilling aura, and skeletal figures draped in human skin...

He hovered above me, his eyes glowing gold with lust. Thunder erupted outside, clashing with the storm of lust brewing in those eyes. I tried to sit up, to slide back, but it made me rub my legs instead as he was so close. Rubbing my legs made my cum drip out of my cunt. I took my head backwards, moaning softly as I bit my lips shamelessly.

He pinned me tighter, his body heavy against mine. Just then, the elevator jerked to a sudden stop. The lights flickered once… twice… then went out completely. Only the dim red emergency lights stayed on, casting everything in a creepy, low glow. The man’s face looked even scarier in the red light. He grinned down at me, still pinning me against the wall. “Now it’s really just you and me,” he whispered. The elevator was stuck. No one was coming. The emergency lights cast a sick, red glow over everything. The elevator was completely still between floors. No sound except my heavy breathing and his.

It was reported by other people he disappeared off the radar. The things I heard made my skin crawl. When I was a kid, my parents used to scare the living daylights out of me with stories about monsters lived in the depths of the earth. It seemed as though the space inside my head was increasing as I listened. "Are these demons rising from the depths? Is there any evidence witnesses have come face to face with truly terrifying demons?" "The abysmal demons are not something is brought up for discussion here at the academy!" A low baritone voice abruptly ended our conversation. His appearance appeared to be startling everyone.

There is just something about the dark that is so scary. I might be a werewolf but those ghost stories do scare the hell out of me. I kept imagining seeing things as we walked through the forest. A tree that looked like a giant person, a short person with a big head and no eyes. ‘Ahhhhh, what in the world is wrong with you? You are supposed to be the strongest, bravest she-wolf but here you are being afraid of ghosts,' my wolf said and I chuckled. I did that to wake her up, she had been too quiet for my liking.

… [all men do is lie] … I nod, deciding to trust him. We sit in the silence for about a minute. I simply can’t process any of this. The world, as I know it, will never be the same after his explanation. The scariest part is that it is all true. As a child, I have been told stories about the supernatural. We would gather around a camp fire, and a teacher would tell us scary stories with monsters as main villains. Now, here I am, fast-forward to a couple of years later, I’m sitting alone with the man who created all my nightmares.

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“I didn’t say she is.” Both men stand there growling at each other, and I’ve just about had enough. “Oi,” I snap. “Will someone tell me what’s going on? You’re talking about me like I’m not even here.” Edric turns to me and tells me the most bizarre story I’ve ever heard. I listen to him, trying hard not to laugh. I believe in The Moon Goddess now that she’s shown herself to me, but this star child story does sound like nothing more than a fairy tale. “So according to you, he’s what? The werewolf Satan?” I ask Darius.