Creepy Minecraft Stories Novels & Stories

According to Sasha, who was the first to reply, the second floor was a fungi forest of doom. Specifically, there were mushroom monsters on the second dungeon floor equipped with the most annoying abilities. “So the mushrooms can explode into a puff of spores that will give the player negative effects?” The more he read his party members’ replies, the more confused Zen was. Akiko claimed there were vampire bats, but Oritha claimed there were suicide bomber mushrooms similar to the black egg from the event. Sasha claimed there was a mushroom that could swim and warned Zen about riding on it. Why would anyone even think about riding a mushroom?

It shattered on the floor, splashing cold tea across her boots, but she didn't feel the wetness. The pain grew. It wasn't just a headache anymore; it was a vision. In her mind’s eye, she saw a place she had only heard about in scary stories. Deep under the mountains, in a tomb made of silver-veined rock, a heavy seal was cracking. A hand, grey and clawed, pushed through the stone. Something is coming. The thought wasn't her own. It was a dark, oily whisper that coated her mind. The First-Born—the father of all monsters was waking up from a five-hundred-year sleep. And he was hungry.

Some of them stand in packhouses and call you the reason their mate is dead. And some of them, maybe, are not monsters at all. Just stories. Just fear. But I do not know which story is true. And that might be the scariest part. --- Night falls. The group makes camp in a valley between two mountains. The guards give me more bread and a blanket. I curl up in the corner of the wagon and try to sleep. I cannot. The stories circle in my head like angry bees. He killed ten rogues with his bare hands.

It was late autumn when they arrived — the trees skeletal, the air thick with a kind of oppressive stillness that seemed to hum beneath the surface of the world. Emily Carter, a graduate student in folklore and urban legends, had heard the whispers about WildWood all her life. She had grown up just a few towns over and had spent years gathering the old stories: tales of the “vanishing patients,” the “howling trees,” and the “night doctors” said to stalk the forest paths. Determined to separate fact from myth, Emily organized an expedition for her thesis, enlisting a few brave companions:

“Richard, you can’t just go around talking about killing another Alpha. Do you have any idea what that would cause?” I tilted my head slightly. “I’m not talking about killing an Alpha.” Gunner frowned. “Then what the hell are you talking about?” I hesitated for a moment, not because I doubted what I was about to say — but because saying it aloud made it feel heavier, more dangerous. The air itself seemed to listen. “You ever heard the stories?” I asked softly. “The ones the old packs used to tell about the thing that walked under the full moon. The one that didn’t belong to any pack or bloodline.”

I eyed my mate, she always has to argue with me, what if for once just for once she agrees to me, nope, she won’t, I can see it. ‘That’s what I need it. A chaos to create in their higher chamber. They feared abilities of South Hills Pack back at that time and they would fear now as well, even more, a terror if I used to define it would be the best word.’ I groaned in pain seeing their confused faces.

“I promise to keep quiet if you fuck me from behind.” He swallowed hard and took a step back. “What do you want?” he asked, his voice rough. I looked straight into his eyes. “I want you to fuck me on the tomb of the nun.” Something snapped inside him, he grabbed my wrist and dragged me out of the main church. We moved down the narrow stairs into the tomb room below. The air there was cold and smelled of dust and stone. He pushed me forward. My back hit one of the tombs, the stone biting into my skin.

Calderon has nodded excitedly, thrilled that Macey, the librarian, has left her seat to check on him, a simple invader. “Cool, I rarely see students marvel through that corner of this library. There are only a few and I could even count them using my ten fingers,” Macey has let out a bitter giggle. “I bet paranormal stories weren't the trend these days. People tend to be more realistic now. Nobody believes in ghosts and creatures aside from scared kids.” “I don't think so. Fantasy stories with vampires and werewolves as characters are gaining attention.” “Really?” “As what I've observed online.”

Willing to break the silence again, Stone cleared his throat before asking, “what the hell is even a soul harvester? That sounds so made up.“ Everest chuckled at his plain disgust, “It’s a terrifying bed time story parents of the Gareth pack would tell their kids in order to put the fear of the unknown into them. It was, still is, our version of the boggie-man*.” Stone nodded, his calculative look returned. “But how do you know it isn’t real? Most bed time stores are myths and most myths are very real.” He waved at the four of them, “most humans think we are myths.”

Jay was gone. Jess tried to turn to run but was unable to pull her feet from the tar. She tried to dig out of it. The more she clawed at the substance the more took its place. Jess suddenly became aware of the thing standing over her. She could feel it breathing on her and she saw its giant claw like feet. Jess was to scared to look up but allowed her eyes to creep up inch by inch. She found herself staring into it's eyes. She let out a ear-piercing scream. “Gotcha pretty girl.” It snarled before opening its mouth and swallowing her whole.