Creepy Furbies Stories นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“She never had any reason to tell the story again.” Lady Walter stood on her feet. “Nobody really tells the story of Rogues anymore. It’s too scary for children. Now we tell the pups about your boogeymen to scare them into growing their claws faster.” There was a ridiculing smile on her face as she walked by Kihara and disappeared into the hallway.

“Now you’re almost grown, and almost grown means curious, which means dangerous.” I cross my arms. “I am grown!” I shout. She doesn’t hesitate. “There are bonehounds. Starving, half-dead things with skin stretched tight over broken skeletons. They smell blood and chase it for miles. There are whisperers, creatures that climb inside your head and convince you to walk off cliffs or drink poison. There’s a woman made of smoke who turns into a bird and pecks out eyes with her beak. A man with bark for skin who collects girls and grows them into his tree.”

"They are not just stuffed animals. They’re my best friends. And they have very important jobs. Mr. Tibbles runs the kingdom, and Princess Poppy controls all the magic. You have to be respectful." I glance at Hilda, expecting her to step in and tell Scarlett not to mingle with the former demon, but she just smirks. "You heard her," she says. "Be respectful." I’ve just arrived and I already hate it here. Scarlett tugs harder, dragging me toward a cluster of rocks where a collection of stuffed animals is carefully arranged. "This is Mr. Tibbles," she says, picking up a rather worn-looking rabbit and holding it up with great reverence, "He says you need to bow."

THEMES: Monster kink, corruption, hybrid twist. KINKS: Tentacle play, vampire bite, blood play, overstimulation, multiple penetration, sensory overload, breeding obsession, shame arousal. The alley is too quiet, and I probably should have turned back three streets ago, but I enjoy walking alone at midnight. It's the thrill that's had me on late night strolls for three nights since I moved into this town. Aunt Margarita will be very angry if she finds out that I've sneaked out again.

“But the youngest was Lupus Tenebris. Impatient, fiery, and ambitious. The Goddess loved him, but she deemed him too young to rule. She promised that in time, when he was ready, she would finish the Cold Realm, a place of winter and shadow. She planned to turn it into a beautiful kingdom and grant it to him. To comfort him, she gave him a companion, Ferrivor, a harmless creature of light. Playful and very loyal. Those were the creatures she planned to inhabit his kingdom.” Jerry frowned. “So originally Ferrivor wasn’t a monster?” “No. Lupus twisted the gift. Through his cruelty, Ferrivor grew into something vicious and terrible. Having fangs where there were none, and fire where there had on

Today was going to be a good day, I was going to meet Janice my ex-neighbour for sex and because she was a breeder, she would fuck me without asking me why. It had started a month ago when a strange man had approached me explained that Janice was the once in a thousand years wolf called STEALER! A type of werewolf that can actually fuck with any body without mates or not.

"I don't know any holy stories, My Lady." "Not holy," Miya snapped, then softened. "Something... simple. From your life." "Well," Finn started shakily. "When I was a boy... my mother kept rabbits. One of them, a little white one with a black ear... he thought he was a dog." Miya opened one eye. "A dog?" "Yes," Finn smiled, forgetting his fear for a second as his hands worked up to her knee. "He would chase the sheep. He would bark—well, squeak—at the mailman. He didn't know he was small. He just knew he was brave."

“Why offer it to me?” Albert answered, “Because I said so.” --- Later that day, Emerie helped gather herbs from the eastern terraces. Thunder Paw’s pups ran ahead, shrieking with joy. One little girl with unruly curls ran back and tugged Emerie’s sleeve. “Tell us a story!” “I don’t know any stories,” Emerie said. “Yes, you do!” another pup insisted. “You look like you’ve seen monsters.” Emerie chuckled. “Monsters don’t always have claws.”

It’s a good thing that we came prepared. “This place is creepy.” Kai drug out the word creepy. I have to agree with him. Neither of us got any rest last night. We kept hearing strange sounds. Moaning and screams from things we have never experienced before. We saw a faceless spirit looking thing last night. I believe they are called a Hupia, although I can’t be certain that’s what it really was. It didn’t bother us, but this place seems to be filled with them. Something else that we have come across is a Morko. It is an elemental Ooze type creature. They are freaky as hell but the only way they could hurt you is to love you to death. We have also crossed paths with a few dangerous creatures,

Before there were doors between worlds, there were stories. They whispered from hearth to hearth and ship to ship— of wolves that ran like midnight wind, of foxes with nine tails and nine more tricks beyond that, of fae who looked like carved moonlight and smiled like knives. Humans loved those stories—as long as they stayed in books and bedtime. The moment a story breathed, the moment a pair of eyes glinted from a tree line or a shadow stepped out of the corner of a room, humans did what humans do best when they’re afraid.