Creepy Grinch Novels & Stories

asked Juno. “…First of all, this perfume bag… It’s called ghost-luring perfume, and as its name suggests, it’s used to lure ghosts. Moving on to the letter, Old Flint apparently wants to head to a place called Grimhelm to investigate some secrets regarding vampires. Though he’s asking me if I’m willing to go with him, since he sent me this perfume bag, I’m sure he means business. After all, I told him to only send this particular kind of perfume bag over if major issues came up!”

Grim muttered with purplish gue dripping out of his mouth. I shuffled backwards with the ice scrapping on my hands and wetting my clothes but it didn’t matter to me, he was going to hurt me- my eyes narrowed and i stopped. I pushed up to my feet and stared at the monster in front of me. I clenched my fists together and stared at Grim, his grin had reduced and replaced with a snarl.

Gray, decomposing flesh. The smell hits me then—putrid, overwhelming, making my stomach heave. I scream. Can’t help it. Can’t stop it. The sound erupts from my throat as I stumble backward, staring at the decaying tissue clinging to my claws. “What the fuck?” Elara gasps, backing away. Her face is pale, her eyes wide with horror. “What is that? His flesh—it’s rotting!” Zane’s face is mutilated now where I tore into it. But there’s no blood. Just more of that gray, dead meat. And underneath—something worse. Something that looks like an evil incarnate.

The dirt was cold and rough against my back, leaves sticking to my skin. “You can scream all you want, hot stuff,” Griffin sneered, unzipping his trousers. “This is Bloodmoon. No one is coming to save you.” The sound of his zipper made bile rise in my throat. My body shook uncontrollably. I could smell him—sweat, alcohol, blood. It made me want to gag. My chest heaved with even more fear and panic clawing through me until I thought I’d choke on it. “So fucking clean,” he muttered as he crouched before me. His eyes burned with lust when they met with my exposed thighs.

“Sorry, but I'm having trouble believing a talking skull has good intentions.” The air became cold as ice. He turned on his heels, cloak whirling furiously. “Talking skull? Oh, that,” he chuckled, drawing his hood back slightly and bringing his face into the light. The grinning skull shook with laughter. “Do I scare you, Callie Parker? Because underneath that pretty flesh, you're just like me.” He drew closer. “Do you know what the word grimnir means, Callie?” he asked, drawing his fingers across his stony brow. “Like grim? Yeah. Creepy. Like you.”

He was clearly Cancer, Scorpio, or Pisces! "Do you like mature men?" Ethan asked it so suddenly that I almost did not know how to answer. "No. I like big doggies." I deliberately ruffled his hair. "Just like you." He scoffed as he buried his head in my arms. "You have to keep liking me." I could not help sighing. "You really are clingy..." Unexpectedly, Ethan did not dislike it. He even took advantage of the opening. "I'll only be clingy with you."

Darkness loomed over the castle giving it a sinister look as night creatures crawled around the vicinity in search of food. Gretchen walked in as the night creatures bowed their head, some wagging their tails with their saliva dripping tongues as their eyes watched her excitedly for the treats. “My children,” she whispered as she caressed few ugly creatures that purred at her touch as they flopped down with their belly up. “No fighting…” Gretchen sang in an eery voice and threw dead raccoons at the creatures that rushed forward to devour them. She watched in satisfaction as the sound of fangs tearing through dead flesh filled the air and walked inside the lonely corridors.

Hunter paced around. “Did you think he could marry you?” She cried. “That man is a womanizer, everyone knows. But what did you do? You fell into his trap and exposed me. Do you know how long I have worked to bring those people down?” Hilary kept crying. “Women! Show them money and they will betray you in a blink of an eye!” Hunter growled. “I call this place a Carnage.” He looked around. “I’m sure you have noticed the blood around.”

“Mrs. Graycort, these are my cousins from Boston. My Aunt Cass’s girls, Christine and Chastity Mactire.” “Pleasure! Come in! I’ll see if Mina is available. If she’s not here, they’re probably next door coming up with some new makeup or something,” Mrs. Graycort held the door open, and we came in. “Did you get my text?” Kam asked when we came inside. I laughed. “Was she really so jealous?” Rose snorted. “She was greener than a sick leprechaun on St. Patrick’s Day.” “Leprechauns aren’t green,” Chrissy said. I groaned. “They have very tan skin, and hate being referred to as ‘little people.’ They also suck at tipping.”

“Let’s move to the back. “ I whisper to Alex and he hums, silently following as I lead the way. We take our seats at the far back and I drop the popcorn between us as my eyes move to the screen. “We missed a few minutes, but I bet it’d still be fun. “ I smile as I dip my hand in the popcorn to grab a chunk of it. No more than ten minutes into the movie and the popcorn is scattered around, almost empty in the paper with some on me and Alex. “Why did you choose this one, knowing you can’t handle scary movies?” Alex chuckles as I pull him towards me. “I didn’t know it’d be this scary. “ I murmur, peeking through my fingers and he shakes his head. I watch as the woman goes further into the fores