Creepy Storys Novels & Stories

“This ruler, in spite of the fact that a bit dumb in his ancient age, told Heather a few upsettin’ news that she accepted tae be genuine. He told her the soul suckers were comin’, and that we require tae be prepared for them. And they’re comin’ before long. I dinna think I require tae tell ye what will happen when they do.” The table was calm this time as everybody retained that data. In spite of the fact that most of them, like Marc, were as well youthful to have battled in the war between the Fae and the Werewolves, they’d all listened the stories from those who had. Stories of wild-eyed animals running around like meth addicts hyped up on shower salts, taking out everything that breathed

I can’t just stand and watch this. I step back from the door and grab my phone. My hand trembles as the screen lights up. I type: immortal beings myths, then Elaria supernatural stories. Search results pile up—cheap blog posts, conspiracy forums, old news snippets. It all feels fuzzy, not making sense. But one word keeps popping up: werewolf.

He grabbed her hair, pulling her up from her knees. Making her squeal in pleasure as he did so. With globs of his thick white cum still sticking to her face and dripping on her clothes, he bent her over, reached forward and ripped open the top of her trousers.In no time her black trousers and a deliciously innocent set of white panties were on the floor around her ankles once again.

The air was thick with sulfur, smoke, and the overwhelming stench of sex and brimstone. Hundreds of demons and succubi filled the vast nave. Lesser imps with ridged cocks, hulking hell-knights with massive barbed members, seductive succubi with dripping cunts and whipping tails, and tentacled horrors from the deeper abyss. All turned their glowing eyes toward the new arrival.

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.

“The townspeople are now looking for the Duke and the Duchess of Sloria but some people in Hapsberg claim that they saw a skeleton-like creature at Elthezar’s mansion on the night he died. They say that a strange syrup scent was lingering in the air and they caught a glimpse of a corpse walking towards the mansion. It was decaying and wore half torn clothes. One of the villagers who saw that creature recognized that the dress was similar to a local girl who had gone missing.” A long stretch of silence follows his words. Antonio leans back, thinking hard. A skeleton-like creature with a syrup smell. It seems to match the description of creatures from fairy tales which they have heard in their

“Don’t worry Evan, this will get back to you soon enough. You’ll get to respond to everything. Okay, I tried calling the other locations called Helencia, and I either received no response because the locations didn’t understand what I was talking about, or the phone numbers no longer worked. This means if we travel through the other realm. We don’t know if we can safely leave through the other portals. In an effort to keep up with our changing needs, I’ve ordered packs for us with simple survival gear that should work in the other realm without too much interference from magic. Now onto the library research, we’ve got our hands full. The deaths appear to happen in cycles. Each death is diffe

I reached the top of the stairway and stopped behind Shen. My voice was barely above a whisper as I said, “This place is creepy and these people look evil. Did you see their red eyes and fang-like teeth? I’m starting to believe your story about vampires. They can’t all be vampires, can they? Do you think we’re standing in a room full of vampires? I hope not.”

She added, and the other two giggled. " What's so funny?." She questioned furiously. "I think you've being reading a lot of books lately, Amy, those creatures do not exist. Just a bunch of horror stories, made up to scare children." One of them said and giggled. Hmm, they do not believe that vampire exists, then maybe I should pay a little visit. I looked at Drake who was still sexually harassing the girl openly, they had ripped her clothes in pieces and her breast were now fully in view. Humans are really flexible.

Just because he’d told her he loved her didn’t mean he’d refrain from killing her along with everyone else once his monster was unleashed. Silly character. But then, I guess that would mean foolish me too because, more importantly, no one was forcing me to read this. At night. During a thunderstorm. Creepy stories always kept me up, restless and alert to every creak and groan around me, especially when I’d been drinking. And yep, after a curious glance toward the coffee table, I noticed my wineglass was empty. As was the bottle sitting next to it. Sleep would most definitely be eluding me tonight.