Creepy Storys Novels & Stories

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

Lena woke up to the sound of moaning. It wasn't the distant, muffled noise of the party downstairs, which had finally died down to a low thrum of bass and occasional laughter. This was close. It was a sharp, rhythmic sound coming from right through the drywall of the guest room. She lay perfectly still, her heart beginning to hammer against her ribs as she recognized the timber of the voice. It was a low, masculine groan that vibrated in the very air of the room.

Kingsley started sliding only a quarter of his thick length in Sean's oral core, repeatedly pulling out. "Oh, goddess. Kingsley, let me replace that fox." Ayla cried with longing but was held back by Anita and Katricia. "Please, Kingsley, I'll die if I don't taste your cock today," "He's not the only one with a cock," At that, Brett unzipped his pants and freed his cock, which was half-flaccid. Sure, he wasn't as big as Kingsley, but he didn't lose out to Kaydrian. And so, Ayla happily knelt before Brett, who was now seated on a random chair.

"The perimeter is leaking, and the undead have already found the seam. Clear the courtyard in two days. Every single one." A chill ran down my spine as I remembered the old northern stories—rotting jaws still snapping long after their legs had been severed, hollow bodies that kept tearing and feeding with no scent and no pain. They never stopped. I swallowed the fear rising in my throat and lifted my chin. "Fine. Give me the weapon."

Creatures we thought long dead, their names whispered in ghost stories, not carved in fresh graves. We burst into the clearing, and my heart stopped. The air felt poisoned, heavy with a metallic tang and something darker, like rot laced with malice. Moonlight spilled over the scene, cold and unforgiving, glinting off blood-soaked grass. Two bodies lay covered in rough cloaks, their shapes too still, too broken—a father and his son, the messenger had gasped before collapsing. The pack stood in a loose circle, faces pale, eyes hollow, their growls muted by shock. Ragnar knelt beside the cloaks, his massive hands trembling, his scarred face twisted with grief.

Harold asked while watching his men work, unaware of the dark figure now standing behind him. The creature panted, inhaling the delicious smell of blood coming from his prey. He licked his lips in hunger, eager to drain every one and gain back his strength and beauty. While Claire was busy with her phone, she was unaware of what was happening behind her because it happened too fast. One moment, there were eleven men working on lifting the tomb to the track, and in just a blink of an eye, everyone turned to nothing but skin and bones, completely drained of their blood.

EMMA The walk up the stairs felt like a fever dream. My legs were still shaky from the two massive orgasms Sarah had ripped out of me downstairs, and my inner thighs were slick with a mixture of my own juices and her saliva. Jake’s cum had dried in streaks on my skin, but my pussy was already throbbing again, aching to be filled. Sarah led us by the hand—her full, naked body glowing under the hallway light, heavy tits bouncing with every step, ass jiggling enticingly. Jake followed close behind, his thick cock still rock-hard and bouncing, glistening from fucking Sarah’s cunt.

It sounded as though they were coming straight at him but luckily for him the cause of the snarling sounds were stopped by a strong massive iron bars on both side just as the hands of the snares stretches out to him with their eyes glowing red and their bodies darkened-rotten. “What are this?!” Node asked just as Peirce looked at his sides in awe. “I know a little knowledge about them. They’re called creepers, strange yet common beings infesting the Nymphs Kingdom as we speak, but this is weird, what are they doing in this part of the region?... Hmmm. Frankenstein with his ambition.” “Now do you still believe her? She’s luring us to a trap, maybe a push-button somewhere will do in opening up

============================== After a few hours. Clark and Van are currently talking to their neighborhood friends who are also at the birthday party when they suddenly heard a commotion outside Clark's house. Clark, Van and all of the guests went outside to check what was going on. And much to their surprise, they saw the same creepy man at the Waldorf Reunion party. He was grabbing Bianca's arm, as he is dragging him towards his car. "Hey, what are you doing? Let her go!" Van shouted. He almost forgot how to breath because he is dead worried about Bianca. The creepy man might try to hurt her, and he won't be able to bear it.

A vampire-werewolf hybrid, a creature of darkest legend. "I trust you're feeling better, little one?" His deep voice had this velvety quality that should have sounded seductive but instead sent a tingle of dread up my spine. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the servant lady had gone ramrod straight, her eyes wide like a scared rabbit's. She gave a feeble nod and started babbling something about offering me broth. But Mr. Tall, Pale and Creepy didn't even spare her a glance. "You very nearly didn't survive your...journey to my lands," he went on in that unnerving tone.