Creepy Short Stories Book Novels & Stories

My breaths were coming in quick, shallow bursts through my nose as I pressed my other hand harder against my own mouth. The pleasure was building, white-hot and urgent. I could feel myself rushing toward the edge far quicker than usual, likely aided by the drug amplifying everything. My toes curled in my heels as the first quivers of an approaching climax rippled through me. Yes… just a little more… I was so close I could practically taste relief. Suddenly, I heard the floor creak nearby—footsteps on the carpet behind me. Before I could react, a voice spoke out over the partition. “Annabelle? I forgot my…” Fuck! He was back!

It looked and smelt like shit, but it was my home. I took double glances down the streets for cops before slipping through a hole in the fence. Then, I rushed up the broken steps and into the building before closing the door shut. “Okay, okay," I muttered under my breath, my trembling hands still holding a firm grasp on the book. “What did Gerald say about the book again? Magic spellbook that conjured up… a demon lord?” I walked over to the floor-to-ceiling windows and dragged the dust ridden drapes still hung above them, letting the morning sunlight spill into the place. My boots crunched glass as I turned and made my way to the altar.

Maybe with Phoebe, we’ll be able to unravel the mysteries around this. Waking side by side, we went into her room. Picking up the book, it ignited with a golden glow, pages opening on its own. “What sort of book is this?” I muttered to myself, scrutinizing it. Thankfully, Hayley wasn’t in the room, giving us time to read it. The book talked about creatures that existed before werewolves such as vampires, fox spirit, fairies and the rest. Phoebe seemed more invested in fox spirits, her fingers traced the intricate drawings, her gaze never leaving. Following her line of sight, I saw the drawing of a fox with nine tails, its eyes ignited with a violet glow, looking so divine and magnificent. “V

The woman climbed a short ladder and began pulling down a few books. “These should help,” she said, setting five large, dusty tomes on a nearby table. “Sorry about the condition they’re ancient. Let me know if you need anything.” “Thank you,” Anna said as the woman walked away. Rhea and Anna sat cross-legged on the floor beside the table, surrounded by the stack of heavy books. Their covers were worn, their spines cracked, and the pages yellowed with time. Each had a unique title: 'Tales of the Mystical Creatures', 'Powers', 'Hidden Behind the Voice', and two others with faded letters too difficult to read.

Chapter 1 – You’re Trouble, Aren’t You? It was one of those Chicago nights where the air smelled like rain and bad decisions. The streets shimmered under the streetlights, wet with the earlier drizzle, and the whole city buzzed like it knew something dirty was about to happen.

The next day, Caitlin and Kathryn went back to Creeksville on their mother’s order to find the girl’s family and see what the people are up to and while Kathryn won’t stop talking, Caitlin’s mind drifted back to the two priests she saw yesterday and what she overheard. The priest, Aiden, had referred to them as demons taking the form of humans and he had said they will be responsible for the end of the world. It was not as if it has never crossed her mind about the dangers lurking because of the other Covens, especially the Lifeblood Coven that is ruled by Aamon. At least, he was the reason for the different Covens they have now after the death of Lady Renee, the human wife of Lord Dante. Bu

For the first time in human history we had an enemy that we could not easily deal with, and we owed that to two parties. For one, there is the well-known and infamous Doctor Christopher Krynick, the creator of these creatures. His intentions had been honorable, but he hadn't had the patience to give his research time to develop. He had fussed, wanted to develop a medicine that would take away the fear of deformity and mental retardation of their babies from expectant mothers.

“Hey Mom, Anna wants me to sleep over tonight… Yeah, we’re having a girls’ night. I’ll be home tomorrow. Love you.” Dinner finished in a silence filled with anticipation. When we got back to the car, Bruce didn’t start driving right away. Instead, he reached over and placed his large, warm hand on my thigh, just above my knee. He squeezed gently, then began caressing slowly upward, his fingers tracing the soft skin under my skirt. I shivered, parting my legs slightly without thinking. His hand slid higher… higher… until his fingers brushed against the front of my panties. “Fuck, Mira,” he breathed, voice thick. “You’re soaking wet already.”

Even if it ruins me. I open the book to the page marked with a black ribbon. The ink is faded, a dark reddish-brown that looks like dried blood. I begin to read the words out loud. My voice sounds small in the massive room, but the air starts to hum. The temperature drops until I can see my breath. The Living Shadow spell is short, but as I say the last line, the silence in the room snaps.

Ace raised his head, and I quickly dropped my gaze to the book in my hand, adjusting my reading glasses. “You're so wet for your stepbrother, you little slut,” Jeff grunted in Katie's ears as he slipped a hand inside her core. She whimpered under his touch, clenching around those thick fingers like it was her lifeline.” I adjusted myself on the couch as my insides squirmed from what I'd just read. I imagined Jeff's dialogue as Ace's and the thought of it made heat spread across my skin. In a fit to suppress what I was feeling, I brought my legs together.