Creepy Short Stories Novels & Stories

These are the questions a bookstore owner face when a mysterious book shows up. Samurai and Other Stories by William Meikle—No one can handle Scottish folklore with elements of the darkest horror, science fiction and fantasy, suspense and adventure like William Meikle. The Dark at the End of the Tunnel by Taylor Grant—Offered for the first time in a collected format, this selection features ten gripping and darkly imaginative stories by Taylor Grant, a Bram Stoker Award® nominated author and rising star in the suspense and horror genres. Grant exposes the terrors that hide beneath the surface of our ordinary world, behind people’s masks of normalcy, and lurking in the shadows at the farthest

Her tight hiking shorts clung to her firm ass, and her tank top was damp with perspiration, outlining the swell of her breasts. A distant howl pierced the twilight, sending a shiver down her spine that settled low in her belly but she shook it off. “Just wolves.” She said, “Normal wolves.” But the woods grew unnaturally silent. No birds and no rustle of small animals. Only the heavy thud of her heartbeat and the growing ache between her thighs that she blamed on the long hike. A low growl erupted behind her. She spun, her heart slamming against her ribs but she wasn't fast enough. A massive creature lunged from the shadows. Its eyes were glowing red, its fur matted with blood, jaws dripping

The silence of the old mansion was not an absence, but a thing, a velvet shroud that waited for the sun to drain away beyond the horizon. Anya always found the night shift the most intimate, a realm of darkness where day's proprieties opened out into shadow. Her new patient, however, was the secret at the heart of that realm. His file was a masterpiece of careful evasion, but his state was one she'd learned about in illicit medical texts and whispered legend. He was a vampire, and his needs were only just beginning to announce themselves.

Her clit was throbbing and she was on the verge of cumming. “I’m cumming..!” She cried out, and the brothers made the mistake of sucking her juice as it poured from her pussy. Just like how Lexi had swallowed Light’s cum. In the blink of an eye, their grotesque bodies erupted into dark smoke. Before Red could grasp what was happening, they vanished into thin air just like their woman. After they disappeared, Red blinked in disbelief, she hadn't thought her pussy juices held some supernatural powers. Adrenaline coursing through her, she rushed out of the master room, screaming Gem’s name, but the only response was the eerie silence that enveloped the mansion.

it was an erotic story ,titled the hot kidnapper) I raise an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in my eyes. I push off from the desk and walk closer, my heels clicking on the floor. “A story, huh? You think you can just walk in here and write a tale for me? How about you show me what you’re made of first? Tell me, what’s your fantasy? What gets you going in the dark?” I lean in, my breath warm against your ear, my large breasts pressing against your arm. (Pushing the paper to you I ask you to read it aloud ,you cheeks turn a faint red as you try to explain you brought the wrong story,I press a finger to your lips shushing you and telling you to read, you read it all)

She only believed it was mere superstition and the only thing killing people were either plagues from poor hygiene, an unknown disease or people themselves like thieves. This was the twenty first century and stuff like that surely couldn't exist. But many people believed it did. Her gramps and granduncle inclusive, who dedicated a good number of years of their lives, hunting down the rumoured night creatures. ‘Breaking news. The night creatures are at it again as two dead bodies were found in a lagoon in the early hours of this morning, badly injured with sharp claw like cuts. Locals say they saw the night creatures in a quick flash but ran for dear lives. There might be another attack this

as Gwen lowered down and began sucking on the juicy meat, kissing and caressing her stepmother's skin. These were the kinds of thoughts that kept him up at night. Furiously stroking away, that is. Imagining and dreaming... hoping and praying! Though knowing that never in a million years could his mother-daughter threesome experience ever come to fruition. It was the kind of thing left to outlandish p**n videos and subpar smut. The kind of unbelievable, entirely outrageous story lines where several sexy women just miraculously throw themselves at a young, horny man – as if his penis possessed some ungodly power that women found irresistible. No, not Harry... he knew better than to equate real

He said my name like a prayer. "Please let me cum Taylor, fuck! I'm cumming" Silence followed. my chest rose and fell. Heart racing. Mind spinning. The building settled back into quiet. I stared at the ceiling, dazed. “I just… got off with my neighbor through a wall,” I whispered. "Fuck Taylor, I made a mess, my cum's everywhere but inside you"

I watched myself cry—actual, shimmering tears of overwhelming sensation—while begging them to breed me, to ruin me, to mark me so deeply that no other man could ever find a foothold in my soul. Every clip told the same story: I was voluntarily, joyfully falling apart. By the tenth video, my thighs were trembling with a violent, uncontrollable fatigue. My pussy ached with a dull, heavy throb that felt like a heartbeat. My nipples were diamond-hard peaks beneath my thin top, and my breath was coming in shallow, ragged gasps. "Please," I whispered. "Please what?" Brent asked, his tone laced with a cruel amusement. "Let me come. Please. I need it. I’m dying."

Emma willed her legs to move as she felt around for a wall. She hadn’t been able to see much of anything when she had first entered the crypt, and now that she was sealed in, she was surrounded by a stygian darkness. She bumped into something solid and stone-like, and immediately crouched down on the floor in a fetal position. Her body shook, her lips trembled and her mind conjured creepy-crawlies, fantastic monsters, and demons of all shapes and sizes. And they came, one and all in full force, to crawl over her skin, to nip and paw at her, and to literally pull her to pieces.