Christmas Scary Stories Novels & Stories

Even with the sun warm on her back, she shivered. There was no choice but to step into that forbidding place. She knew it, and yet she couldn’t quite bring her feet to move- her sturdy leather boots stayed planted on the pale, spring-green grass like she’d grown roots. It had been a hard winter. She’d gotten skinny during the frozen months, and if she wanted to keep herself in coin and bread, she had to bring in game. She needed space to know the extent of her powers space too away from the goblins and wolves. This black, dark forest was the last place they might be. People avoided it on principle; there were tales of beasts, here. Demons as big as horses and strange, twisted deer-gods with

Hendrix POV After that weirdo's silly bedtime story about end-of-the-world cults or something, I could tell Anna's resolve was breaking down. Those weird creatures and their horrifying objects were like living nightmares come true. They had twisted bodies and soulless eyes that looked right into your mind with cold malice. Their rude and inappropriate presence made me lose even my normal confidence. But giving in to fear was the first thing that led to loss. And there was no way in hell I was going to be added to Scar's crazy plan to kill people from our family tree.

“So, the single mom woke up the next day to a delivery van full of gifts and a big Christmas tree! Upon asking the men who brought the gifts over, she found out that everything came from her new boss, the same man who brought her and her children to an amusement park the night before. But at the back of her mind, she started to worry again that these presents may have some strings attached…” “The story sounds so familiar,” Siel told her mate with a smile as she watched her children enjoying another storytelling session with Myron and Raquel. “Also, how many bonfires does your pack get to celebrate in a year, anyway?”

“ Why are you scared? “ I asked, she gave me a questioning look raising her eye brow. “ I'm not scared. “ She lied. “ Okay, I'm a bit scared. Have you seen or heard about what these people do to wolves who came in here? They rip their hearts out feeding it to there witchy god. They serve a god that feeds on werewolves. Dosen't that scare you? “ She said in a tumbling voice.

he asked I would have said no to him, the man was really nice to me and seemed so excited to give me a ride home I told him my little brother was here alone waiting for me I feel bad about lying to him but my Ma told me to bring home dinner and those type of humans are easy to catch she warned me not to tell Da about it and that he would get mad at her if I did Ma is really scary when she fights with Da, I see them demons in her eyes as she tells me she's going to lock me in the basement Where Them demons can eat me ****************************** I promised Da to read one of my Cinderella stories to my little brother Cleo before he goes to sleep but as I enter his room and I finish with my

Alison's POV : Streets are filled with scary, weird, and noisy decorations as well as the houses of the humans who celebrate this holiday called Halloween. Children are running around with pumpkin-like baskets as they put makeup and other stuff to look scary. But they actually look cute, especially those who try to imitate us werewolves. The fur isn't too convincing as well as the nose but their howl could pass the standards of a newly shifted one.

As the stories got scarier, I noticed a few of the younger pack members huddling closer to their parents, seeking comfort and reassurance. Soon, it was my turn to share a story. Feeling the weight of the moment, I cleared my throat and began my tale. "In a small village, there was a haunted mansion. It was said that the spirit of a vengeful witch roamed the halls, seeking revenge on anyone who dared to enter her domain..." I let my imagination run wild, conjuring spine-chilling scenes and mysterious characters. The pack leaned in closer, their eyes wide with fascination, hanging onto every word I spoke. The suspenseful atmosphere made my heart race with excitement.

However, I must admit this one display caught my eye for a very different reason. I take in the white-lighted reindeer dangling from a lighted tree containing what is left of Santa’s sleigh. A trail of red lights falls from the reindeer’s head and pools in freshly fallen snow. I have never seen a Christmas massacre and I doubt I ever will again. It is marvelous. I laugh because I honestly can't help myself. For once, humanity surprised me. I say out loud, “God, I'd love to meet the person behind this.” A lady wearing a dark woolen cloak with flaming red hair asked, “What would you say to the creator?”

I wanted to know everything "You won't only meet wolves but also faeries, witches, hunters, and Vampires from royal families. There would be nothing to be scared of." I snorted. "Why would I be scared of them? You said they are royal. Just don't let Vampires bite me. " Mere thought of seeing their fangs sent a shiver down my spine. I have heard stories from Jack uncle. They're dangerous and can hypnotize you. "They're far different from the stories Charles has told you. Are you getting me, kiddo?" He asked.

𝟏𝟑 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 One of my fondest childhood memories during the Christmas season is the tradition of the elf. My parents used to tell me that Santa sent little helpers around the world to check if kids were being good or bad. If they behaved, the elf would leave a small gift, but if they were naughty, the elf would play tricks on them. These elves stayed in our house for almost all of December: during the day, they were lifeless dolls watching over us; at night, they came alive and acted. When I discovered none of it was true and it was my parents leaving the gifts or playing pranks, my heart broke. But I still remember the joy of those moments, which is why I played along when my pare