Creepy Grinch Novels & Stories

Tyler uses his telepathy with Kyra. “Grim reaper.” The grim reaper turned, and everyone looked at Tyler. “Why?” Tyler asked. “Nothing.” Said Cael. They wondered why the grim reaper turned to Tyler, even though Tyler couldn’t see it. A grim reaper raised its scythe and, like a magnet, absorbed the ghost. The ghost fights hard so it will not be drunk by the invisible force. A grim reaper moved its scythe again and dropped its tip to the floor, making a strange sound. The ghost did nothing, so the scythe completely sucked it, and the grim reaper waved its hand, and the portal opened.

I turned around to find the source of the voice The guy who was standing there was smirking at me he had pale skin beautiful ice-blue eyes and jet-black hair with beautiful lips "Who are you?" He smirked in my direction "common cupcake why don't we take a walk I'll tell you everything you wanna know " "Who are you?" I asked again He started walking towards me I started stepping back He is extremely good looking but he is a creeper "common cupcake come with me," he said in a melodious voice with glowing eyes What the! Is he trying to hypnotize me? That's when I heard a howl in the distance "guess we have an unwanted guest," the creeper said sadly

"Interested? Me? No, I am not." Cheng Yan smiled as he watched his little sister deny with a stone face. She kept complaining on how he ignored Fang Sha and tried to harm her instead. "Ok tell me something. Have you ever met him again?" "No. I don't even want to meet him. I detest that guy. Especially the way he is so similar to a ghost. He haunts me every time I try to sleep, his scrunched-up face is the worst. Let's just say everything about him is so unlikable." She complained.

Lucas had been gone for hours, leaving me to the not so careful ministrations of Magda. The wart nosed witch who I had clobbered over the head with a candlestick. She was hunched forwards with a permanent hunchback and cloudy milky white eyes signalling that her eyesight was diminished with cataracts. She almost looked like she had taken a step out of a Greek mythology book and was actually one of the fabled grey sisters, who determined all living creatures fate. Perhaps she was, all myths derived from elements of truth. Any second now she was going to pull out a pair of rusty old scissors and cut my life cord into two. I held back a giggle at the thought.

Dracula begged, before she finally accepted. They successfully slipped out of the cave and out in the cold night, which was only illuminated by the full moon. Maris glanced at Linda who was unhappy the moment Lucy accepted. "The journey to Ufeli forest begins!" Dracula yelled and his followers cheered. His arm was around Lucy's waist the whole time he gave his speech. Maris leaned in to Linda the female Grinch and whispered, "Do you smell that?" "What?" Linda scowled, face hard like a rock.

Indigo. Bile crawled up my throat the moment I saw Slade's car narrowly miss an obstacle a second before his mate crashed into a ball of metal, crushing the vehicle completely. Oh fuck. My brain went blank— and before I could stop it, I threw up. Right into the bastard’s hand. The man who held me tightly, his palms sweaty against my face. “Bloody hell!” the man gagged, jerking back in disgust as he swiped away the vomit that laced his hand.

she hissed, backing away toward the door. The thing didn't answer with words, Its body began to convulse, its bones snapping and popping with a sickening wet sound. The pristine robes tore as the creature’s frame expanded, its skin turning into a patchy grey color. Right in front of her eyes, the image of Zoran melted away, replaced by the hunched, purple-eyed abomination from the woods. It let out a low, hissing growl, its spine protruding in jagged ridges. It lunged forward, its bladed claws reaching out to grab her throat.

The door swung open, and there stood Chester, who was supposed to have been a fixture in the morgue for the past two weeks. I nodded at him, my face a blank slate. "It's been a while!" The relatives froze, their exchanged glances screaming silent panic. "Ah!" "He's alive!" "I said we shouldn't visit the morgue after midnight, but no, you had to see for yourselves!" "All this for a few bucks from selling their organs? It's not worth dying over." My aunt, gripping Theodore's arm and shaking it, wailed. I let out an icy laugh, lifted my hand, and gave Chester a slap that left a red mark blazing on his cheek.

Anthony seemed drunk. The minute he walked through the door, the strong stench of alcohol hit me. Before my ghost friends and I could even guess what had happened, Anthony staggered straight into the bedroom, looking like his soul had been sucked out again. He threw his arms around my urn and suddenly started to sob. My friends were dumbfounded; the cards slipped from my hands and scattered all over the floor.

His palm was broad and his fingers strong. I looked at his outstretched hand, then up at his face that was so close. For a moment, my mind went blank. Everything had happened too quickly and unexpectedly. 'Mom, hurry up and give Dad your hand!' The little one shouted anxiously in my mind. 'Stop spacing out! He's so cool! Look at this entrance! This presence! My stupid uncle and his woman are both pale now!" I came back to myself and forced down all the thoughts I was having in my heart before gently placing my hand in his.