Creepy Furbies Stories Novels & Stories

He won't need to take care of me anymore. Fluffy came back into the cave carrying a sizeable furry animal. Maybe the size of a Labrador retriever squirming trying to get away. Little shrills came from the white-coated animal. For being outdoors and not a pet, its fur was ridiculously white with a hint of blue hue. The face was small and pointed, the tail big and feathery, reminding me of a fox or raccoon. Fluffy brought it to Creed, his tail wagging like a dog instead of its saunter wagging like a cat.

“I think humans call us... oh, what was it these days? Fearies? Furies?” “Fairies? As in the fey my Granna goes on about?” I asked, incredulous. “They tried to eat me. Fairies are little glittery things that fly around dancing on flowers and steal kid's teeth. That, or they curdle milk. They aren't murderous.” Samael and Damien looked at me like I was an idiot. “Humans really don't know anything these days, do they?” Samael asked Damien.

dearie~' 'What a big nose you have!' 'The better to smell you with... my dear~' 'What big teeth you have, grandmamma!' 'The better... to eat you with my dear!' The grandmother leapt at the little girl and devoured her, shrieking and all, taking her very soul~ Oh Laurence~ There's a reason they tell fairy tales to children! I'm going to gobble you up Laurence! Till there's no more!" I heard Calix laughing evilly as he sung it out at me and the body's head slowly turned, it's blank eyes looking up at me with a look of horror on it's face. I screamed and tumbled away from the body, getting to my feet quickly and ran for it, yanking to get free of the straight jacket. I heard stilettos clicking

Scawy Moniestars That was the first thing in little Jessy’s mind as she flipped her pretty poppers open. She had just had a scary dream where a big bad ugly bunny had been chasing her and she had even fallen at one point and hurt her arm. The bunny was nothing like the beautiful, soft bunny that had belonged to one of the Beta’s children back at her previous home. Ever since the day she had felt that bunny, Jessy had wanted a bunny for herself.

’ He sniffled. ‘Maybe I can find a way to fix that, too,’ I muttered, scanning the pages of an ancient, dusty book I’d found buried in Moon Chasm’s library. I didn’t find anything. There were old fairy tales, so old they barely seemed recognisable anymore, that spoke of affronted gods casting down their children and making the first wolves. Some were classic tales, like the one about three pups going too near a river and being turned into toads to save them from drowning; others were cautionary tales, warning young wolves away from humans and forbidding any sort of romances between us and them – all in a fun, rhyming sort of way, of course.

Somehow the desire and need still hadn’t left his eyes. I signed, turning back to the now drained mojito. Apparently I’d finished it and not even noticed. This shouldn’t have happened. With humans, yes, it was possible that one bite could lead to desire and in extreme cases, obsession. Con of being a succubus. But it had never happened with another werewolf before. Is it possible what he felt was genuine? Maybe. Who really knew? It’s not like there were loads of other wolf-succubuses around to talk to. In my 300 years, I’d met one other, and she met an unfortunate end thanks to a couple vampire hunters and a stake in the 1870s.

Freezing, my eyes remained fixed on the quivering leaves. Slowly, a small creature emerged from the underbrush. I held my breath, my hand instinctively reaching for the dagger at my waist. As the creature came into full view, I couldn't help but laugh at my foolishness. A fluffy bunny, its fur a soft ball of white and brown, hopped out of the shrub, its whiskers twitching while sniffing at the air. He looked up at me with big, round eyes, seemingly just as startled as I was.

Conri went on and sat down "They took my mother when I was just a little boy. I'm sure you've heard of how Greiner used to be our home?" Nuala's eyes widened and she listened to him tell the story of how the fairies had gotten rid of all female werewolves. She felt sorry for him, of course she knew the story too but they were taught at Greiner that all werewolves were dangerous and a serious threat to all Fairies and so it was fair in her mind but after listening to Conri and being in his presence, she realized they weren't as they were described.

We wove through the tunnels, my light low as we approached the edging of firelight. Roddy stopped, turning his head to me. I crouched and scratched him. "You bargain is paid, you can go home now." He slithered forward, pressing into my hand. I have him a soft smile and another pat. "I'll be okay, but it's dangerous for baby Burhounds. Go, thank you." I stepped back to my mates, waiting until the creature finally crawled up the walls and into a crack above, its body flattening to fit.

And the loudest warning of them all was; "Do not trust any friendly stranger with pretty eyes." It had been these way for decades, centuries even. Every single child in the town grew up hearing these stories. Unlike other cities where their bedtime stories centers on royal fantasies, and fairies, the bedtime stories they listened to was filled with horror. It was the stories of wolves with glowing eyes, and the shadowy figures that lured you into the trees, only for your screams to echo back hollow, and unanswered. Though the stories had believable theories, not everyone readily believed them. Some called them folklores wrapped in superstition. Some believed they were old stories, made up to