Novel & Cerita Creepy Furbies Stories

Squeals sounded as they drew closer to the room. Amy opened the door and two beautiful naked babies rolled on the floor trying to avoid tickles from their nurse. Their bodies round and chubby with light unblemished skin and curly light brown hair were enchanting. Both turned at the sound of the door and their eyes brightened at the sight of Amy. Then, noticing the stranger, they instantly shifted to their wolf forms and scampered under one of the two cribs. Two inquisitive black noses stuck out and watched Emily enter the room.

I look at a mirror in the corner of my grandma's attic and hear scurrying on my grandma's roof. A creature with large eight legs appears in the attic window. The legs are hairy and black, and stretch across the glass as they twitch. In the mirror I see my reflect, my eyes glow and my fists tighten. My voice speaks the elder magic as Cody and Chief Wolfpaw become wolves again. I put the magic books in my bag as quickly as I can, as the house becomes invaded by the large spiders of the St. Maria forest.

He also tells some secrets about the creatures in the forest, asking Randu to be careful. “Watch out for those pale-white creatures with long fangs…they suck your blood until you die.” “Don't be fooled by the cute and cute looking pygmies…they can get you lost in the forest and throw you in their nests…make your food for the colony.” “Ah..be careful with tigers that are too big, all animals if their size is unnatural…you can be sure that they are were people. I've met weretigers, werebears, and werewolves, they're big and wild...savage and disgusting."

" You are just being overly nice, because I am your sister.” “No, I am serious. This is really good,” he said, taking another bite. “And you are too.” They ate in silence for a few minutes before Steve leaned back in his chair. “Gabby, have you ever heard of stories about people who are not really like others?” Gabby looked up. “What do you mean? Like ghosts?” Steve chuckled. “No, not ghosts. I mean, stories about werewolves.” Gabby raised an eyebrow and smiled. “You are kidding big brother. Werewolves? Like the ones in movies?”

“I’ll take a look. Thanks.” I continued down the road, my steps were a bit faster now. I had heard the stories before… the strange tracks, the missing pets, the eerie howls at night. But in a town like this where rumours spread faster than fact, I had learnt to keep most of my thoughts to myself. I was nearly back home when my phone rang again. Frank. Why was he calling again? “Harper, we’ve got a real story for you,” Frank said, sounding more animated than usual. “Claw marks, missing pets... locals are scared. Get on it."

I heard noises from miles away, the distant howl of a siren, the chirping of birds, the rustling of leaves. I fell to the floor, convulsing. Claws tore from my fingers, and my eyes, once blue, burned fire gold. Fur ripped through my skin like thorns from a rosebush. My mouth split open into a savage snarl. I was no longer in control. Zubby was at the helm, driven by his own instincts and desires.

Boys these days didn’t care much for cartoons anymore; they preferred superhero stories which—of course—always included some form of fighting. “At the very least, don’t give them nightmares,” Maera argued again. “Nightmares, Mae? Come on, don’t be ridiculous. I was just telling them a werewolf story. Why would they have nightmares about that?” Maera stopped in her tracks, turning to look at her best friend with a warning glare that made Crystal instantly fall silent. “Fine. No more werewolf stories,” Crystal said, pretending to zip her lips and toss the invisible zipper away. Maera took a deep breath and exhaled sharply before turning away again, continuing to carry the pile of laundry with

He gave me the creeps. Even when I was young, Bram would try to touch me. His dad always made him leave me alone, but he wouldn't stop. After he killed his dad when I was fifteen, he tried to force me to mate with him. I refused and attempted to run away, but he and his men captured me. He tied me up and tried to force his penis into my mouth. It backfired, though. The one thing that no one knew about me, not even Don, was that I wasn't just a bunny. I'm part witch.

Outside, another deep animal sound echoes through the trees. I freeze. Every hair on my arms rises, that was not human. Nothing about this is human. My chest tightens painfully as reality starts trying to rearrange itself inside my brain. All the weirdness from the last few days crashes together at once like puzzle pieces finally snapping into place. The growling, the scent thing, the biting kids, the teeth, the fucking ears. “Oh my God,” I whisper hoarsely. “They’re actual furries.” I grab my boots off the floor and spin toward the door, fully prepared to flee this woodland psychosexual nightmare barefoot if necessary.