Barney Creepy Novels & Stories

But as they dragged me deeper into the forest, a glimmer of hope flickered within me—maybe their Lycan leader would see that I wasn't like them, that I didn't belong in this world of violence and chaos. My heart pounded with fear as we approached the Lycan's den. The smell of death and decay hung heavy in the air, and my stomach churned with nausea. The Lycan looked up as we approached, his eyes dark and brooding. Without a word, he motioned for his warriors to lock me up, and my heart sank once again. This was it—my worst fears had come to pass.

Haden The sun had barely started dipping behind the valley line when Krav and I found ourselves at Benny’s Tap, the only bar close enough to the Den that didn’t smell like old fur and regret. It was half full. the usual crowd of sentinels, traders, and workers blowing off steam before patrols. Music played from a busted old speaker in the corner, something with too much bass and not enough sense. Krav sat across from me at a corner table, bottle in hand, blue light from the neon sign outside washing over him. He looked almost normal , almost.

Crap, I was bleeding, my wrist was bleeding and it was hurting like hell. My head was throbbing bad as if someone was hitting me on my skull with a hammer ... I was still struggling to free myself from this bloody rope when I heard some footsteps coming closer and closer..... I gulped down the thick lump of saliva that was formed with fear , I flinched badly when those footsteps stopped near me and an evil , crazy laugh filled my surroundings..... it felt like a psychopath laughing at my mistable state.... "well well well, look who we have hear.... Marilyn Smith, you had made me wait for so long , finally I got you "

"What did…" "Sorry," Barren shrugs, smirking. "It’s clear that you’re on to me if you came all the way here to find me. If that is the case, I can’t possibly let you live. I hope you understand." "Ben…" I gasp, turning in time to see Benny collapsing against the ground due to a dart that rests in his neck. "How?" "The walls have eyes and teeth," Barren chuckles. "Do you really think I’d be unprepared for such events?"

“The sex hair? The fact that she was barely blinking until you grabbed her hand? Come on, man. You don’t survive years of being a man-whore and not recognize post-sex spiritual reentry.” “I will jump out of this truck,” I mumbled into my hands. “And take my chances with the creeper.” Alan—stoic, broody, usually unfazed—squeezed my hand tighter. “Clay…” Clay finally glanced at us in the rearview, his grin softening just enough to make him seem almost human. “Hey, relax. I’m not judging. She looks happy. You look like you’ve been sucker punched by your own feelings. I’m thrilled for you. But next time, maybe wait until after you’re not being hunted by mafia creeps before popping my girl’s baby

He had truly abandoned me to these monsters. They threw me into the back of the van. The floor was hard and smelled of oil and old blood. As the door slammed shut and the locks clicked, darkness swallowed me. The van roared to life, speeding away from the only home I had known. I lay on the floor, my cheek pressed against the vibrating metal. My mind was racing. Barney was a werewolf of immense power, a man who used the law and his teeth to get what he wanted. He was greedy for his youth, greedy for his status, and he had decided that our baby was a threat to his perfect, selfish life.

They get this vicious look in their eyes. "Barney works for Levi, or his dad. I'm not really sure. He just seems to always be around." Renae comments and I bite the inside of my cheek so I don't laugh. "Okay, so he's a creeper. What did he do to Lacey?" Sarah asks, her tone has a bite to it, Jagger turns in his seat, so he's looking at us from the front.

He says not eating lunch and barely eating dinner isn’t the healthiest way to cope. He tried to talk to me about it, but i couldn’t. All I could think about was Ford’s teeth in my neck. It’s been dragging me down a lot lately. I don’t know what to do, because everything is coming on too strong. I’m drowning, alone. “Baby?” Axton murmurs, his hand squeezing my thigh. I pull myself out of my head, and force a small smile. “Hm?” my eyes roam his face. His eyes are a deep blue today, and his pupils are blown. They have gold tints to them, which is another sign his wolf is on the surface.

"I've completed my mission here, and it's time for me to leave once this is over." Tina said, "Miss Kyra told me a story. Can I tell you about it?" "Of course." "Barney was deeply in love with a woman named Annie, and she loved him too. One day Annie was assaulted by Ralph, and she hung herself. Barney proceeded to fool around with countless women in the years to come. Ten years later, he sought out an answer to Annie's suicide from Ralph but was told a lie that made him shoot himself. Wilbur, who do you think did the right thing? Barney, or Annie? Does true love even exist in this world?"

I fell unconscious for minutes that seemed like eternity but Asher didn't care about me, but his baby who his mistress was carrying. “Barren” The word still echoed in my mind even when I tried to shake it off, he saw me as someone who's barren, he called me a BARREN WOMAN. I had never known Asher was so desperate to get a child. We never talked about it the hard way, we were never bothered by it but I was wrong, I was only being kept in the dark.