Chupacabra Stories Novels & Stories

Birdy nodded in agreement, "It is time for the ghost stories to begin and be spread. Stories of a pack of wolves that live nowhere but everywhere, who rescue the weak, broken, and unchampioned, taking those they rescue away with them and disappearing with no clues to who they are or where they came from." ​Three gods and one vampire nodded in agreement. "Let the fun begin. Go lay the groundwork to make the stories true when our wolves awake," Hyperion ordered. ​Cronos snickered, "This is going to be so much fun. I am glad Gaia is letting me loose to help lend credence to the stories." ​"What good are the stories without those needed to make them come true?" Bob wondered out loud.

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 am your personal wolfdog. Well, or a werewolf, a ghoul, in extreme cases - a werewolf or a werewolf, - laughing, watching the change of her emotions, I decided to warn her just in case, discarding the joking tone. Just don't call me a chupacabra. I'll bite my head off. And I really wasn't joking. All werewolves at all times had many names, but there was nothing more offensive than the Chupacabra for us. And these terrible sketches of this animal? Yes, this is a direct insult in its purest form! Ugh! The beast growled, agreeing with my every word. “Understood,” Akulina nodded to me, getting out of bed.

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.