Animal Tf Stories Novels & Stories

A man hit by a car in New York in 1977 got up uninjured, but lay back down in front of the car when a bystander told him to pretend he was hurt so he could collect the insurance money. The car then rolled forward and crushed him I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

Jacob Boris stared dejectedly at his pack members, all gathered in a circle around him. He knew all their individual stories: from the college student who was Bitten by a rabid changeling, to the young 14-year old who found herself in the dead of night among a gang of werewolves. Hs knew all their stories, had to listen to each and every werewolf in his pack tell the story of how they were changed the moment they joined his pack . It was one of his many roles as an Alpha, his many, challenging, tiring roles.

The single word held centuries of certainty. I swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way my body still throbbed from his tongue. The cave was surprisingly warm, lit by glowing crystals embedded in the walls and a small fire burning in a natural pit near the entrance. Thick furs—bear, wolf, something even larger—covered the floor. This was his den. I had been brought here while unconscious. Carried in those massive arms like I weighed nothing. “How did you even speak?” I breathed, mostly to myself. Legends never mentioned the Beast talking. Only that he came, chose, and took.

Viper isn't even purring anymore, but I enjoy touching him too much to stop. "In addition to werewolves, there are many different types of werecats and werebears. There are other animals as well, but those are the three main groups. I know it seems unbelievable that you haven't heard about us before, but we try to blend in as much as possible. If humans knew about us, they would treat us like freaks. Some that have found out about us have hunted us or treated us like science projects to run experiments on." Shaun looks away sadly. "Did that happen to someone you know?" From the look on his face, I already know the answer.

Before there were doors between worlds, there were stories. They whispered from hearth to hearth and ship to ship— of wolves that ran like midnight wind, of foxes with nine tails and nine more tricks beyond that, of fae who looked like carved moonlight and smiled like knives. Humans loved those stories—as long as they stayed in books and bedtime. The moment a story breathed, the moment a pair of eyes glinted from a tree line or a shadow stepped out of the corner of a room, humans did what humans do best when they’re afraid.

he leaned in closer, his voice conspiratorial, "that trip turned out to be a whole lot more... intense than I ever bargained for.” Brian's words painted a vivid picture - his encounters with exotic creatures, some beautiful, others downright bizarre. He spoke of a hidden waterfall, the roar of the cascading water a constant presence in his story. And then there was the playful family of river otters, his voice softening as he described their antics. I found myself leaning in, captivated by his tale, each word transporting me to the heart of the A****n.

Anyway, he kept saying that there are horrible creatures that lurk in the darkness here… While growing up he told me the story of the time when he was ten years old, his dog ran out of his family home—this townhome, the home I’m just about my home until my dad gets out of jail and the social worker says I can go back. He goes on and says that he watched his dog die that night being eaten alive by a wolf-like humanoid that he himself barely made it back home to safety. Then there were these stories of the locals being blood-sucking vampires and all the BS surrounding that subject. Oh and the witches of the forest and the great lake—supposedly they lure pregnant women to their deaths and drown

I lazily said as I got down from the car. "Hey mum? Is that all you got? Get in! Now!" She ordered but I hugged her instead. I don't want to ever feel like I was never going to see her again. "I'm sorry mum" I cried and she patted my hair. That was enough to tell me she wasn't mad anymore. I decided not to tell her about the horrific experience I had with the wolves because it'll only make her worried. "Like I said, they are an interesting set of people. Stella informed the police and formed a search team. She was literally crying" my mum laughed.

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.

“They watch these murder shows on TV and they think of big ugly men with junk food guts and rusty knives stuck through their belts. They hear about maimed hookers and shallow graves. Most people like to believe the worst, especially if it’s about something they’ve never seen up close.” The truckers we’ve caught rides with have almost always had big laughs and outrageous stories. They tell us about their backroad breakdowns, their close shaves. The crazies and the lonelies and the loons who cross their paths. Stress and booze, and what booze does when folks are stressed. They know all about lunatics, and even more about angels. A few told us about their encounters with wild animals, late at n