Chupacabra Stories Novels & Stories

“Never underestimate the allure of darkness, even the purest of the hearts can be drawn to it” - K.M I was looking around when I saw a cloaked figure walking down the streets. The wind carried the voice of a woman singing the lullaby. Hush little baby, Cuca is coming, Papa went to the fields, Mama went to work. ‘Cuca, I had seen the word Cuca in one of the books I heard about the mythical folklore.’ I pondered and then gasped remembering what it was. Cuca is a monstrous alligator in the Brazillian mythical folklore. I squinted at the woman as she tightened the clock around her. I looked carefully to see that smoke evaporated from her hands. I peered but realized that suddenly out of nowhere

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

I'd vouch they could create an earthquake by just jumping around a couple of times. "This one," he pointed the area just below Horeah, "was called Zuphra, the dwellers in here are the creatures you should avoid the most." He's not kidding? I thought those humongous creatures were the ones I must evade the most. Well, better if I'd cross paths with none of the two. "They are deemed traitor and no sense of loyalty. Zebuar or we label them as Night Crawlers mostly hunt at night and eat almost everything, dead or alive."

"The problem, Sophie, is that you have the chance of changing what will happen in the future if you tell us what you know. Like I said, I can tell a dozen stories. You need to give me a reason why I should run your story over any other, or why I should even run it at all. There are millions of humans every day who pretend to be vampires, demons, and other supernatural beings. They dress up, wear fangs, and some even drink blood. All over the internet, people claim they’ve seen vampires, know demons, or are werewolves. Why is that?"

Maya had been jotting down every idea that had been voiced. Charlie listened quietly while fiddling with her pencil. She felt intrigued by the stories her vampire and witch friends could share about the annoying folklore stories as well as share the ones she had heard about her own culture and species. As they began to discuss ideas in more depth, Charlie found herself sketching furiously, her pencil dancing across the page as she captured the essence of their conversation.

“Are you freaking kidding me?!” Mike blurted out. “Nope, and don’t yell. You’ll scare the fish.” “So, you are trying to make me believe that there is some kind of weird, supernatural zoo on the base?” “Yes, because there is. I have seen some of these things, and you would not believe some of them. I don’t believe some of them, and I saw them. I even had a pair of pants shredded by a chupacabra, and I don’t mean the dog-looking one. I am talking about the freaky, flying lizard, kangaroo kind of thing. It was the most bizarre thing I have ever seen in my life. On the bright side, Wren got me three new pairs of pants to replace the one that was shredded. I think he even felt bad that I had to c

“Wow okay. I had no idea. Guess we’re both gonna be breaking some hearts on Monday when we show up together. “Guess so.” “Do you know anything else about your condition that might help us against this other guy?” Hayden thought deeply again. “I tried doing some research. There are some people out there who described encounters that sounded pretty accurate. Most were concentrated in the region of Chiapas, Mexico. The Lacandon Forest is there and has been around since the ancient Mayans. Here’s the interesting part. Stories in that region have been passed down for generations. They speak about monstrous wolf-man creatures called the ‘Nahual’. But get this, there’s also stories about creatures

Nadi stopped as if she was trying to remember what she had seen. “Yes, Nadi? What else did you see?” asked Flora. “A cave!” cried Nadi. Flora thought about the cave that Nadi mentioned and wondered if it was the same one told in the stories told by the fishermen. The stories usually tell of the fishermen seeing a shadowy figure or a strange creature. The stories usually ended with one or more of the fishermen missing and never heard from again.

He cupped my jaw and I parted my lips, he filled his two fingers in my mouth and in unison, his two long fingers were fucking my mouth while his cock was on my chest. “Damn! I’m cumming!” He moaned, his pace becoming so fast I felt myself building up as well in my stomach. Tears started to form around my eyes as his fingers reached my throat. “Fuck! Here it is! Ugh!” My moan was gagged when I cum, while Caleb’s semen spilled on my chest and some on my face. Fuck! I cum without him even touching my pussy! Caleb was too shocked to see my semen flowing from my legs.

"How did Drake find you?" John laughed without humor. "I was walking home from school one day and a white van suddenly stopped beside me. Four men jumped out and grabbed me. Now, I know they were vampires." I shook my head, then turned to look him directly in the eye. "It'll all work out. It'll be fine." And as I said the words, I hoped they were true. John nodded, wiping the last of the tears from his cheeks. "Abbey?" Zac finally called to me, no longer screaming. "Abbey?"