Boogeyman Stories Novels & Stories

“She never had any reason to tell the story again.” Lady Walter stood on her feet. “Nobody really tells the story of Rogues anymore. It’s too scary for children. Now we tell the pups about your boogeymen to scare them into growing their claws faster.” There was a ridiculing smile on her face as she walked by Kihara and disappeared into the hallway.

Gentlemen and Ladies welcome to a world that apparently is very similar to yours. Here we have all the big cities and all the big states too. But we also have some things more, and it is not the dragons, vampires and werewolves you are thinking about. I am talking about the oddly things. Boys that never grow, invisible men, and cats in boots. You know which place all those figures appears. Welcome to fairy tales world, this is the antics of Bia's crew.

by the time the sun shimmers at the horizon behind me and the crescent moon dips below the horizon before me, I have thought of every word I know of to describe really, really, really boring walking. There is absolutely nothing here. I think of the stories we told each other when we were pups. About wraiths that lived beneath the sand of the Barren that would pull you down into their nests. They would paralyze you and then their grubs would feed off you, slowly eating you alive. That was a favorite. There are the roaming packs of wilder-scorpions, creatures that are half beast, half scorpion. Where the beast's tail should be is a scorpion's sting that will cause your skin to turn black and t

Jared revealed, Aghogho giggled, he took one step towards Jared, “Are you talking about the history book of the Beast kingdom written by a so called ancient Forest Nymph, where the Beast in the bottomless hole is located? See you. It was all a lie, the stories, Dragons, the Beast in the bottomless hole. They are all fables we say to our cubs at moonlight stories.” “Are we? Are we fables?!” Jared asked. Aghogho groaned suddenly his appearances changed as he grew bigger, wilder and hairier, his nails grew sharper and his canine teeth also as he thudded towards Jared.

She is not at all a good listener; rather, she embodies the type of person who laughs when they are nervous. Dark: Maybe I should put it this way: do you believe in witches, vampires, ghosts, wolves, and other shifters? Juicy J: When my grandmother was still alive, she always told me that if you want to see witches and other things that the human eye is not able to see, you should put dog boogers in your eyes. You will see everything, but you might not be normal again, as you will see the unseen. I don’t know how accurate that statement is, but I do believe that the naked eye is incapable of perceiving everything that exists in the atmosphere.

It started as confusion, a furrowing of the brow, then morphed into a terrified awe that slackened his jaw. "The stories," he whispered. The rifle lowered an inch. "The rumors from the Foundry. They said a girl stopped a firing squad. They said she ate a Feral wolf." A Rogue behind him took a step back. His claws scraped against the concrete—a sharp, fearful sound. "The Void Witch," the Rogue whimpered. "The stories are true?" Rax asked. His voice lost its grit, becoming thin and reedy. "Every word," I lied. The stories were probably exaggerated. I hadn't eaten a wolf. But legends were better armor than kevlar.

Kat POV I had heard the stories of men who turned into beasts on nights where the full moon is high in the sky. Stupid stories filled with tales of curses and blood oaths with the devil, no doubt embellished by the old gypsy fortunetellers who told the tales from the darkness of the alleys in Rome. I had never once thought to believe any of them, filing them away securely as one of the many myths old ladies tell to keep the young girls wary of men.

Rose scolded me. "Come on, Rose. You know I don't believe any of the people's stories about this monster or what, I don't want to know." I replied. It was true, we were having some serious problems about young girls being abducted. Some came back alive but the others were found dead into the woods. People started making stories about a monster with red eyes behind the abductions. They said he was taking them into the woods to drink their blood. Some people believed it, along with my family and friends, but not me. I was not stupid to believe some man made stories.

The elders had spoken the sacred words at the last full moon gathering, their aged voices trembling with reverence and fear: Once every hundred years the Black Beast rises from the shadow veil. He comes seeking his eternal mate. Offer him seven pure maidens, and he shall claim only one. The rest will return to their families untouched, their homes blessed with wealth, fertility, and protection for generations. The other girls had listened with flushed cheeks and bright, hungry eyes. I had heard them gossiping by the washing stream only two days past, their voices low and breathy, hands moving dreamily over their own bodies as they spoke.

The one they said would cry wolf and bring all to their knees EPISODE ONE Karl Matthew, a boy of sixteen trudged the dusty street oblivious to the danger that was following closely behind him. He was in his own universe, headphones covering his ears and glasses perched on his nose. The man observed him following closely behind, scoffing at the situation and how he was asked to follow his tiny child who could hardly tie his shoe laces in a proper knot but he could hardly question the boss and so he followed, making sure not to be noticed all though he wondered if the boy would even notice an earthquake with the way he had buffed himself up with so many devices.