Bedtime Stories Supernatural Novels & Stories

The evil ones. The kind of bedtime stories mothers whispered to keep their children from wandering past the watchtowers after nightfall. Stories I'd dismissed as folklore meant to frighten the young and gullible, nothing more than superstition wrapped in shadow. Yet here one stood, in my bedroom, as real as the floorboards beneath my feet.

Once setting the firewood in place, making the dark room glowed through the orange flame and prepared enough heat to keep the small cabin warm all through the night, she sat by his only son, making herself and her rounded belly comfortable in the soft bed. "My son, it is time to go to sleep. Now, what stories do you wish me to tell you? I have many already prepared for you. Is it about a king? Or how vampires or the werewolves come to exist? Or a princess who falls into a deep slip after being prick by a cursed needle? Which one would you like to hear, my love?" The young boy looked like he was thinking rather hard and his eyebrow scrunched, figuring what stories would be good. After a few m

“The World of the Unknown. A book to die for.” My mother used to tell me stories of Vampires, Werewolves, Demons, the Orramoths, and the worst of them all, the Darklings. Most of the creatures she told me they blew out of proportion. She said writers did this to make a dollar or two, and some did it to scare the shit out of their kids and make them listen. My aunt would laugh because she said that I was a different breed than most. The minute I heard about them, I buried my head deeper into books with excitement. Little did she know I also discovered Daddy’s old box in the attic, and ‘The World of the Unknown’ was in it.

I have lived in their villa ever since… I enrolled in a high school nearby, graduated, got into college, graduated too… and in the meantime spent a lot of time with those two magnificent people. Dad has this thing for collecting books about the supernatural world… I spent all of my free time in his library. Those books and what my parents told me… That’s how I know what I know and that’s how I know what we are…” Now, Sarah was really done with telling her life story to this weird creature that sat right across from her. And that creature didn’t know what to do with what he just heard.

Everyone had gone their separate ways, into the New world, there my dad met a Mortal being, a dweller of Earth Realm, her name was Katherine, their bond had grew stronger together, she showed my dad many places, they shared their secrets with each other, dad's own was that he was a vampire, and he was sent to the New world for a test, while her's was that she was an assassin, together with her gang, they assassinate Government officials or fellow Citizens for money being payed by people who wanted them dead, she had given her life to Christ and had become a reporter My dad narrated everything he new about Transylvania to her, as at then, my dad was married to a werewolf (my mom) and I was

All I did all day was remain in this study, reading about stories of werewolves and other crazy supernatural creatures that were just fantasies. “But mom,” I shrugged as she put me back to bed. “Why do I have to remain here and read about all of these things? Why do you also have too many supernatural books?” I raised an eyebrow. She sighed again and patted my head gently. “You know we love reading, your father and I…” “But you've never touched any of the books here, Dad hasn't either,” I pressed. She leaned into my side, the sheets rustling softly as she pressed her lips to my cheek.

I couldn't handle another round of twenty questions about why I'd left school early. How exactly do you tell your cop father that a guy just called you his "mate" and your entire body went haywire? Yeah, that conversation wasn't happening. I collapsed onto my bed, surrounded by the comfort of my weird little room. Most girls had pop stars on their walls. I had vintage horror movie posters, sketches of werewolves, and a truly concerning collection of vampire novels. What can I say? The supernatural had always called to me, even as a kid. My current book was still sitting on my nightstand where I'd left it this morning - "Moon Bound," another werewolf romance that Amy would probably roll her e

I hoped the walls were soundproof, as I didn’t want to overhear any funny business between Silas and his girlfriend. Climbing onto my bed, I reached for my bedside drawer, pulling out a large book with thick pages and a brown cover. It was a book on vampire origins, and basically everything one needed to know about them. Bill had gifted it to my mom as a moving-in present, thinking she might need it living with two vampires under the same roof. If only he knew Mom didn’t read books. Even when I was a kid, she’d make up my bedtime stories on the spot. She found it funny to tell me horror stories before bed.

"I was starting to get bored, then the shorter woman, her name is Liz, and she is the older one. She started talking about a bedtime story they used to hear when they were children." That piqued my attention. I remembered they had said something like that when I sneaked up on their first conversation. "What was the story about?" He chewed on a pancake. "Something like a scary story to make children stay in bed. It was about a wolf sent by the moon goddess to take all bad pups away. The wolf was called the pupsnatcher."

"Tell him whatever you think it is best 'cause I won't be showing up. If 'she is asleep' that comes to your mind, say it. Or 'she don't wanna come' it is fine by me, 'she doesn't want to see you' whichever way. I am not just coming." "Okay then." "Thank you as you do so," I plugged my earpiece, then laid back on bed. "Goodnight." **** (No! Whimpering! Darkness! Fire! Tears!) Noo! Not again! I pressed my back against the wall, folded up a leg, then I dug my finger into my hair. This is beyond me mum, dad! I can't handle this all alone. What is the secret behind this nightmare? *** The shadow was moving closer. It was following me all over again. This couldn't be Brad. That was not Brad. So wh