Creepy Furbies Stories Novels & Stories

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.

He jumped on the bedside table and looked between us and the babies, before settling down there and sitting on his paws, becoming a huge and chubby ball of orange fur. “You finally came to see your new baby sister and baby brother,” I beamed, and Burbus mewed at me. I knew that because of his connection with the Great Golden Fire he would be able to feel when the babies came. Even though Burbus was the laziest cat I’ve met, he stayed there with his eyes open, as if he was guarding the babies, watching over them. Egan took our sated baby girl in his arms and she opened her little blue eyes slowly, yawning. His smile was so big that it almost filled his whole face. He couldn’t be happier, if i

“This portal is not asking permission.” The widening pulse shot across the room like a tidal wave of cold. The wolves screamed again and ducked behind various pieces of furniture that offered no real protection. Lucian ducked under the table. “Why is it getting bigger? Why is it getting so much bigger? What is coming next? Another stag. A frost bear. A frost dragon. A frost baby.” “There are no frost babies,” I said. “Are you sure,” he asked. “No,” I admitted. Marek pressed closer to me. “What does it want now?”

She petted behind their ears, getting the softness of their luxurious, thick fur. They were making cute, happy sounds, leaning against her with all their weight as if not close enough. Pumpkin fell onto his side, paws folded under, begging for belly rubs, as Poochie nuzzled his cheek with his soft snout, seeking attention of his own. "Furbabies? Her fluffy boys?" ISAAC growled. She shot him an eyebrow. "He sounded jealous."

Sad as it was, they could only help those who could make themselves known. The residing fae in the Blue Moon would soon leave for their summer homes. Oh, most people never knew they were there and the moving doll furniture inside the chest pretty much confirmed their existence for Gabby. She’d started teaching Abby about them and how to respond to each type. Just in case her curiosity led her to encounter one. In Evergreen Grove, the stories of witches, ghosts, and fairies were enhanced with a sighting of werewolves and other mysterious monsters. Gabby wouldn’t discount anything until proof disproving its existence was brought forward. It was just a little safer that way.

"Look at your fluffy wittle tail." "I will murder you if you say one more word!" Spitfire snapped before turning to see Hades staring at him with wide green eyes. "And you don't even think about opening your mouth, Dickface!" Tubby raised a paw and tried to get Guru's attention. "Careful, friend. Bunnies are dangerous. They are born shapeshifters so they can turn into any living creature. You could be staring down a Demon in seconds if he wished to be one."

And slowly, something starts to come out of the ashes. A black creature with black fur and red eyes. No bigger than any of the logs. Limping out of the brick fireplace and letting out small coughs like a little child. It's a Rogue. A baby. A pup.

Succubus. “We just worry that with her back awful things will start to happen again,” Now, I roll my eyes. And quite openly, at that. Mrs Fernsby couldn’t be any fuller of it if she tried. But she grabs my arm. Those talons dig into my skin. And suddenly, I’m quite afraid. Though I’m not too sure why. “I’m sure you’ve heard about what happened last time she was here.”

Jared revealed, Aghogho giggled, he took one step towards Jared, “Are you talking about the history book of the Beast kingdom written by a so called ancient Forest Nymph, where the Beast in the bottomless hole is located? See you. It was all a lie, the stories, Dragons, the Beast in the bottomless hole. They are all fables we say to our cubs at moonlight stories.” “Are we? Are we fables?!” Jared asked. Aghogho groaned suddenly his appearances changed as he grew bigger, wilder and hairier, his nails grew sharper and his canine teeth also as he thudded towards Jared.

The house looked fit for the kings and queens of the supernatural. As they approached the house, they could smell the old musty smell of the house. When they stepped on the front steps of the house, they could hear creaks from underneath the floorboards. With every step, it seems like the creaking got louder. Samson moved forward and wrapped his hands around the door handle and slowly pulled open the unlocked door.