Bedtime Stories Supernatural Novels & Stories

"With time, we'll get used to them." When we got home, I told Mom the stories the gas man had shared, but she shrugged it off. "It's just a harmless superstition, baby. Nothing is happening here. Can't you see? This place is amazing." Well, I guess she was right. But the way the townspeople told the stories, with wide eyes, and hushed tones.... it made it feel like more, than just bedtime stories. But despite all that... I never believed in monsters. Ghosts? Maybe. Witches? Of course. But vampires and werewolves? Please.... what a laugh. I may have a flair for the dramatic, but I had my limits.

“What are you waiting for? Do you need a bedtime story?” I chew back a smile. Settle against the headrest. “Why? Do you have any?” “Me?” “No— Weres. Us, I guess.” “Sure, but they’re bleak. Humans and Vampyres coming for us if we nip our teachers too hard. The gods of nature toying with their beastly children. Cosmic horror— that kind of shit.” “Wow. Do children like them?” “I didn’t. Had nightmares about them for years.” I nod slowly. “That explains it.”

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otherworldly. It was the night of the full moon, a time when the boundaries between the natural and supernatural worlds blurred, and ancient magic danced in the moonbeams. Silverwood Falls was no stranger to tales of the supernatural, with whispered legends of werewolves and spirits haunting the mist-shrouded woods. Most dismissed these stories as mere folklore, but I couldn't help but wonder if there was some truth to them.

The Bali Girls of course accepted him wholeheartedly afterwards, especially because he and their outside blocker Trish are actually an item now, but, and at Babylee’s own suggestion, he no longer joined their sleepovers. From Mrs. Lapuz, Kate had heard stories about an unspecified hometown as Kate was growing up. During bedtime storytelling, Mrs. Lapuz, who liked going all out, getting into character and changing her voice, told her tales a la Hansel and Gretel, but the grimmer and definitely scarier version because it sounded like it had been lifted from real-life superstition – or what was, in Kate’s own words, “rural legends”, because they retained distinct motifs of countryside animism.

But now, I was sure of one thing: Whatever they were scared of— It had begun. By the fourth day of our trip, the magic of the storytelling had begun to fade. I no longer cared about the details of humans turning to animals or running as fast as the wind. Each day, my responses became shorter, and sometimes I even found myself mouthing the words along, because I'd already memorized them all. So it wasn't a surprise when her misty eyes met mine on the seventh day. "Today, Ava, I'm going to tell you something different. It's about hybrids. The powerful ones formed from the combination of two or more supernaturals."

Her accent was so thick, it was difficult for Jo to understand. “It’s a crocodile vampire,” Brandon explained. “Holland used to make all sorts of crazy shifter creatures.” “That sounds… horrible,” Pamela said. “Have you ever seen one?” “No, but my dad and Jo’s mom ran into one a long time ago. Cadence killed it,” Brandon said. “Let’s hope we don’t run into anything like that,” Daniel said. “Or anything worse,” Jo said under her breath.

Nathan tried to speak, but his mouth just opened and closed like a fish. Instead, Junto saved him. “They're called Spiritwalkers. They can only live in the darkness, so they only come at night. They drain the powers of the supernatural beings, then the drained becomes one of them. They mostly go after foreseers, seen as though they are the most powerful and the weakest of the supernatural world, but sometimes they go after the others as well.” I processed this information quickly so I can keep on track. “So, why were they after Derek?”

“Goddammit with this again.” A sinking sensation came to Haldir’s chest as he watched her scratch her nose. Supernaturals don’t become sick as humans do, and whatever was happening had nothing to do with a cold or allergies. “What do you mean again?” She balled her fists and cursed her nose for daring to bother her at a time like this. “Would you fucking stop! It started last night before dinner.” His already pale face drained of all color as she said the words. Even with all their learning, the children were still fresh to the supernatural world and didn’t know ancient folklore’s nuances. “Go get your fucking bags. They’re coming.”

So, follow the supernatural world, between changes, attacks of beasts and supernatural worlds, lives of terror and nightmares. So, come and follow your fears and mysteries in the midst of a great turnaround of events, between victims, the police and the crimes of the night, monsters and beasts of the underworld, beings of darkness that prowl the night. Between disappearances, supernatural beings, revenge of spirits, tales of death and rebirth, tracing a line from the world of darkness, the lands of rain... 22 hours at night. It was the dark New Year's Eve, the weekend night during All Saints' Day.