Creepy Grinch Novels & Stories

my wolf grimaces in horror, feeling just as vulnerable as myself as we’re thrown consciously back into the mindset of our unshifted self mere months before. “Hello, wolfy,” the familiar Nightcrawler walks beneath the flickering streetlight on the entranceway of the alley, its tattooed head coming into view as it licks its razor-thin lips as a cruel smile twists them, “Remember me? You should do,” he grins coldly.

I scoff at him while she sends daggers his way with her eyes. “Adam, would you mind helping me carry them all?” She turns to Adam sweetly “Uh… sure, I guess. No problem there.” “Great! Adam will help then.” She drags him to his feet quickly before walking off with him towards our dorm and regretfully leaving me all alone with Lucas. “Great, I’m stuck with the Grinch.” “I’d like to think myself more cheerful than a green creature that steals gifts from children.” Lucas retorts. “He is cheerful, only when sapping the joy from others. You have that in common.”

Chapter Twenty-Nine – Edge of the Abyss The forest was thick with mist, a rolling sea of gray that twisted and curled like living tendrils. Every snap of a twig, every distant birdcall, seemed amplified, sharp, and unnatural. Adrian moved cautiously, blade drawn, senses stretched to the edge. He felt the Commander’s presence everywhere, pressing against his mind like a living weight, a dark obsession threading into every thought. You can not hide. You can not protect her. You will fail.

~Grrhhrrhrrr~ ~Grrhhrrhrhrr~ The monster was very agitated now. After losing an eye, it opened his mouth. While its throat started glowing orange, the temperature started rising. When he peeked a glance inside his mouth, Creed felt he was looking at the depths of the burning hell. His heart skipped several beats. He immediately stopped running and jumped behind a random pillar between him and the beast. ~GRRAWWWAHAHHH~

Mine and Grace's bullies were with him, I stopped and sat down which made his smile grow wider in a creepy fashion. He did not look normal, it was like if he was possesed by something, the smile was so uncanny and it made me and Cher nervous. "That is not our mate...that is a Skinwalker!" Cher stated as she began to run back to the rogue pack to escape the monster that tricked us into going near their territory and not our old pack.

A red lollipop unwraps from its sheath and waves from Davie to me. My heart almost stops when it pauses on Davie, and I'm thankful it isn't me. Regrettably, I wanted Davie to accept the dare to avoid being asked to do it. I'm terror-struck when Davie walks away, too afraid to take on the dare. As the door closes behind her. I exchange an awkward look with Amber. I'm desperate to be a part of the cheerleading team; however, degrading myself for it, I will never do that.

Jake thrust his head back before turning to find a tall hooded figure suddenly standing next to him. He quickly noticed that it was the same person he had seen the previous night outside the Pumpkin Park, with his long dark tattered robes and a hood over his head. "Is this your stall?" "Why? Because I'm standing next to it? You are, too." "What?" "Not important," the figure went on, with his husky voice which reminded Jake of Bill Wilkins' ghost in The Conjuring 2 movie. "This town is filled with things way beyond imagination, kid, most of us are just too blind to see it..."

Shitty even –anything but remorse. "Whatcha love birds talking about?" Devon popped behind them like an actual ghost on Halloween. "The fuck!" Like a scared cat, Adrian's skin crawled, and his hair went static. Of course, he didn't make it it noticeable. "When - how did he get here?" He watched Devon flip to their front, dragged a stool closer, and dropped on it. He had his hands under his chin, and this go-on-I'm-listening smile stretched on his face. "Don't scare me like that Devon!"

The wind rustled through the tall grass, carrying with it the scent of the earth and something more—a sharp, metallic tang that filled the air with a sense of unease. “This is it,” Mitch said quietly, his voice tight. “This is where it all ends.” We reached a hilltop overlooking the vast expanse of the Grimsby estate. In the distance, I saw a silhouette moving in the dark, too tall to be human, and too unnerving in its shape. “There,” Mitch whispered. “He’s out there.” I followed Mitch’s gaze, my eyes narrowing. “Is that him?” Mitch nodded, but it was clear that the skinwalker was waiting for us. He wasn’t going to make this easy. The figure moved slowly, as if drawing us into a trap. It was

he moaned in a halting voice as he felt me spew my goo over him. "The Beast appreciates your capitulation!" He collapsed on top of me but continued to fuck me relentlessly. I glanced at the television and saw his evil-looking clown face on my shoulder as I felt his mouth on my neck. Outside the Halloween wind continued to wail. This creepy old house creaked and groaned so much I thought it was about to collapse in on us. Whether that happened or not I knew I wouldn't live to see the next day. I