Folk Tales Scary Novels & Stories

I asked frowning, I have never heard about this. Ray laughed, “ It was in the bedtime stories, my mother and granny used to recite them to us to make us scared of going out in the middle of the night. you know how pups are! As soon as they start shifting that’s what they all want to do for a long time. The male pups even go out at night to run through the woods. So to keep me and my brothers safe, my mother and granny told us this myth. How at night a creature who is not man nor beast roams the landing of woods and if pups go there, he will eat them.”

" Listen, children, I know you came from different villages to learn how to read, but I must warn you. " " There's a real story, about a silver monster, someone said he looks like a wolf, and someone said, he looks like a human." I said completely terrified but I must warn them. " Every day and every night, something bad happens to any villager, there is always someone to die, a guy drained of blood, or a guy dies from animal scratches, big scratches. " " Wow Hazel, what a story you're telling the children. " " Dad! " I stood up when I found my dad behind me, I looked at him and he stared towards the quiet Umera.

In 1890, my great-grandmother Takoda was only a child when her ancestors told her stories while they huddled around the campfire with handmade blankets from buffalo hide. Later, she told my mother the same stories about humans who could walk on all fours and pale skins and drink your blood. Nowadays, no one talks about the past, which leads us to believe they are just scary stories the tribe elders tell for fun or to put fear into the youngsters so we won’t enter the woods outside our borders. However, I believe nothing they say. But my grandmother does and never lets my family forget it. I usually get grounded for laughing at her, thinking she’s a crazy old woman.

Sirius and Nero stopped at the sound, it was terrifying in its power, all the prey animals scurried into their dens to hunker down, whatever was coming they did not want to be a part of it. ‘What the fuck was that?’ Sirius looked at Nero who knew the area well, ‘That is the mighty King of the Beasts and I have never heard that roar before. I would say it is a challenge from the loud timbre’ Then Atalanta’s roar matched the King’s, ‘Fuck no’ Sirius turned to Nero, ‘That is my Mate’s roar I would know it anywhere. Something is very wrong here, we must hurry’ Nero really want to turn and run the other way, the loud roaring scared the hell out of him and he could see it was the same for his Pack

His people grew afraid of him, locking their doors and placing spells of protection as they listened to his distraught howling. Belle did not know what day it was, living in hell every day was the same, Talon raped her, only it wasn’t really raped, when he touched her she was more than willing. Giving herself to him in any way he wanted her, in his bed every night, against the wall, over his desk, on his lap during a meeting, she let him humiliate her.

“What do you mean Eirik?” He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming all of my senses. “There are things in this town—things most people don’t believe in. They're hidden in plain sight.” I swallowed hard, stuttering. “Lik–like what?” “Like the legends of this land,” he said quietly, gazing intensely. “Old stories about creatures that roam these woods.” “Creatures?” I scoffed, trying to hide my growing anxiety with humor. “What, like ghosts, ghouls and goblins? Those are just dumb stories, Eirik.” I laughed nervously.

By now, we’ve all had more than a few drinks, and we’re halfway between tipsy and passed out. “Let’s tell scary stories,” Laura, one of my friends, suggests. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Kara asks. “These woods are spooky at night. I have to be able to sleep, you know.” “Maybe we should call one of those hunky forest rangers for you,” I suggest with a laugh. “He’d better bring a friend,” Laura says. “Or twelve,” Diana, another friend of mine, adds. We all laugh, and Laura starts in on the first story about night walkers, ghostly figures who march through the forest.

he said. “And please tell me if this one’s true. Did you battle ghouls in a haunted manor in England? Everyone’s always telling that story, but I have to hear it from the horse’s mouth. Well, wolf’s mouth in this case,” I said. My fear had long since ditched me. In its place, excitement was making me embarrass myself in front of Alice’s dad, the revered mythical wolf. “I was just shacking up in the manor. I didn’t know it was haunted. The ghouls came and tried to kill me. Let’s just say I don’t take kindly to being attacked while I’m sleeping,” Briar said.

I could still taste it on my tongue, still feel it on the tip of my fingers, the way the magic filled the air and the atmosphere shifted, the way their voices roared like moving waters, the light from their eyes and the stillness of their soul that felt like they had finally found peace. But even as fascinated as I was, I was terrified, because of the events that followed, the prophecy. The day of Ailak. It was a folklore that almost every child and adult in the nine realms knew. It was a scary story to keep the kids from wandering at night, from walking into the deep forests that led into lands beyond the realms. Realms said to belong to regular humans, untouched and unexplored.

Tonight was our first official sleepover in the treehouse, and we'd dragged up sleeping bags, flashlights, and enough snacks to last a week. "Tell me a scary story," Avy said, settling into her sleeping bag. "I don't know any scary stories." "Make one up." "Okay, um..." I pointed my flashlight at my face for dramatic effect. "Once upon a time, there was a girl who read so many books that her eyes fell out." "That's not scary, that's stupid." "Fine. There was a boy who was so bad at football that the football grew teeth and ate him." Avy giggled. "You're terrible at this."