Appalachian Mountain Scary Stories Novels & Stories

The tall trees that barely sway in the spring wind, the quiet chirps and whistles of birds and squirads, the sweet, fresh smell of nature. Cyran and I used to come here when we were little. Just the edge of the woods, though. The older kids poisoned our minds with tales of spindars and giant lizards, the mad croc-genns and shadow walkers. Granted, they were not wrong. But those creatures live on the other side of Quindar, in the forsaken Leftydes. I just wish I had known that years earlier, before the times Cyran and I would bolt from the place at the slightest uncanny sound.

He asked politely as he looked from me to Tasha for approval. “ Why not? The more, the merrier.” Tasha replied and Arnold stepped in to walk beside us, making me the middle man. “Alright so it's time for some midnight stories from dear Arnold, anything you have for us Arnold?” Tasha asked Arnold, who smiled. He was obviously pleased with her words. “Hm… I could share my experience killing the strange creatures that live here. Okay, what is your opinion of the scariest and strangest creature?” Arnold asked as he folded his arms.

He was entrusting his brother's life to the same girl who had once saved his own, yet today, there was a fear of losing him again to her. Their journey unfolded amidst the rugged Appalachian mountains, their path winding through steep valleys. "It's breathtaking, Wyatt," she breathed softly, her words meant for him alone. "Only because you're here with me," he replied, brushing a gentle kiss against her cheek. She rose slowly from her seat, unfastening her helmet with deliberate care. "I crave freedom," she declared quietly, her voice carried away on the mountain breeze. With a graceful motion, she extended her arms, welcoming the cold rush of wind against her skin. Every fiber of her being

She dragged her toward the trail that led deep into the mountain. The sky was beginning to darken, and the surrounding forest was becoming a maze of shadows. The wind made the tall branches creak, and the night birds let out shrill cries that echoed like wails. Jennie, who had never believed in ghosts, felt her heart freeze. There, on that isolated mountain, it seemed that anything was possible. Every shadow hid an invisible gaze, every bush seemed ready to swallow her. E What if ghosts do exist...? The thought crossed her mind, and her fear multiplied.

He explained. Embarrassment had my cheeks heating. “Right. I apologize, I’m still recovering from everything.” “Don’t mention it. You have every right to be protective of the ones you love.” Lyra countered with ease. She swiped a few of the papers off the table and slid them over to our side. One was a map of the country with two clear dots stationed almost a thousand miles apart. “There are two hidden Lycan camps. The biggest is Maine, and the smaller is Virginia. You’ll notice both are deep within the Appalachian Mountains.”

Her small voice asked, making my smile widen. "Uh-huh, do you like willow trees?" I responded walking closer. "No," she answered immediately, making my eyebrows quirk up. "It makes scary sounds at night and it's so spooky." She said, wincing at the thought. "Grandmother Willow from Pocahontas isn't spooky," Lucas said, coming to stand beside me, the apple in his hands bitten from all angles. "Right, Willow?" he asked, and I nodded in agreement.

"Almost." Anna raised an eyebrow at him. "I took it on as a dare when I was young. It happened a long time ago before my father died and I became alpha." "Did you get to the top?" Aiden asked. "The top of a mountain is called 'peak', darling, " Anna said. Mitch smiled and shook his head. "It's very cold, I met some wild animals up there too." "But they don't scare you, right?" Addison asked. "You're the scary lycan."

I stuttered as I cowered on the grass searching for something that could help me out of the trouble I had stumbled into. Wild mountain lions were also known as the predators of the East Sun. They were as fierce as they were brutal. So many werewolves lost their lives trying to eliminate them from their pack home. The scary part was that I had only read about it in books and now there was one right in front of me. It drew closer to me, stalking me. It was obvious I wasn't meant to be food but entertainment. I shivered in fear, hoping to accept my fate because I knew I couldn't outrun it with my wounded leg. I had already lost too much blood and it was also sprained.

Thinking of this, he was interested. "Take me there." Lucas said faintly to Hester. A wisp of delight appeared on Hester's fair face. She said, "Alright, Senior." Afterwards, Hester led Lucas towards Steep Slope Mountain. ... Steep Slope Mountain was one of the scariest mountains in the South. Steep Slope Mountain did not refer to a mountain but a place. People who lived in Steep Slope Mountain often said that if one wanted to live in this place, they shouldn't trust anyone, including their relatives.

I showed her my scar of where the weird bite was. “Oh my God!” she screeched and looked at the bite. “It’s a vampire!” she said. I couldn’t stop my laughing. “Yeah, right, and I am Elena Gilbert” “I’m serious! There’s all these legends about them in Europe.” “Myths to scare children and tourists, I don’t believe it.” “Now, Skinwalkers, I have heard of those, and my friend had visual evidence, she used to live in the Appalachian Mountains in Tennessee. There’s a lot of evil creatures there for some odd reason.”