Furby Horror Novels & Stories

"Whoa, did you get electrocuted?" "Worse. Rhys was an asshole in the meeting." "So, nothing new happened, then," I chuckle. "No." Aubrey peeks down the hallway to ensure the boss in question isn’t within earshot. "I mean, he was an unbearable asshole. I need to know if something happened and I should start writing my will." Sadly, Aubrey isn’t exaggerating. Rhys Redmond is the type of person to kill a bystander—or at least that’s what we all believe.

Then Black charcoal says “Its up to you, Orange Fire to chose the remaining monsters for the five spots that still need filling.” Slowly Orange Fire walks to the front, and stands beside Black Charcoal. “Thank you.” He says, “Okay I would like to take Pinky.” Who is a shiny Pink monster that is quite new? “Pixar.” is a very well trained monster. “Lannister.” is a blood red monster that had recently been killed and come back because they used the wrong weapon. “Fries.” A monster who sort of looks like a French fry steps forward too meet the other monsters “and clips.” Clips is a new monster and is one of the largest monster I have, he also has massive claws. So he will do well in this operati

Her face was covered in charred wounds, making for a grotesque and bone-chilling sight to most people. Wilbur's chest lurched, and he raised the thunder cleaver high. "No!" Faye screamed. Angie's gaze lit up with glee. Just then, Wilbur snapped his fingers. All at once, Faye was enveloped in a brightly-colored glow. At the same time, Wilbur activated his domain, the Tyrant of No Other. His thunder cleaver turned into a long sword, letting out a terrifying spiritual pressure as Wilbur shot at Faye's strung-up figure.

Oh, right, the Horror Camp. I spent the rest of the afternoon in the dayroom. Following Amy’s suggestion, Brett and the other medium had brought some toys: colored balloons, balls, ragdolls, cars. Since the twins didn’t need the magnetic boards anymore, I’d brought them for the Pennhurst children. So there I was, reading on my phone one of my school books, when a ball rolled shyly to come stop a foot away from me. I knew I wouldn’t keep reading and put my phone away.

he said. "A hologram of Freddy Kruger ripping a kid in half I guess," Frances said. He laughed. "A kid tied to a tree and being tickled by slender hands." "Please say less of that." Frances quivered. "Okay, no horror talks tonight," he said. "Maybe you could tell me about the EGG machine," Frances said.

"Woah geez, calm down tiger. Maybe it has something to do with the murders around the city. I will continue to investigate it. Do your thing I will do mine" Nick went back to his desk and went on in his research. The thick air inside the room is loaded my lungs as I tried to solve this " Bloody Barbies Mystery" maybe I should go outside for a walk and catch some fresh air. I want outside and go for a walk around the city. As the sound of cars roaring filled the air in the city my thoughts began again. What if nick was right all alone? What if a cult was behind all of this? Is that mean Maria was a cult member? Again with these various questions and yet very little evidence. I returned to th

Still, he kept the knife in his hand, eyes narrowed. Soren chuckled, a low, smooth sound that sent an unexpected shiver down Finn’s spine. The vampire pushed off the tree and moved closer, steps silent on the forest floor. He stopped a few feet away, tilting his head as he studied the young wolf. “What are you doing here alone, little wolf?” Soren asked, voice silky and teasing. His eyes raked over Finn slowly, taking in the boy’s lanky frame, the way his cheeks still held a bit of youthful softness, the nervous way he gripped that little knife. “You’re barely more than a pup. Shouldn’t you be back at the main house with the others?”

Nothing. Suddenly Tabby coughed, and blood gurgled from her mouth. She threw her hands up, then lurched from the ground as though about to leap away. Her eyes were wide open, a bleak emptiness in them. Claws began to appear on her hand, replacing her fingers. She growled and tore at the air, as though she was desperate to find something to tear into. Piercing screams left her mouth and filling our ears.

Their matte-silver fur was sprouting jagged, obsidian spines, and their eyes were turning a solid, unmoving crimson—not the love-filled red of Eryx, but the lethal red of a predator that hasn't eaten in a millennium. "The 'Grey Virus'... it’s reacting to the Hunger," Leo said, his runes turning a dark, bruised purple as he stood at the prow. "It’s not evolving us anymore. It’s Regressing us. It’s turning the pack back into the 'Blood-Beasts' the First Luna was so afraid of". I sat in the captain’s cabin, holding Hope. The child was glowing with a terrifying, white-gold brilliance. Every time a wave of the "Carnal Mist" hit the ship, she let out a giggle that sounded like the clashing of swor

"What the fuck did YOU do? And how fast can you undo it?" "It was undone," Tubby said in that cryptic Fate way that made one want to tempt Fate and strangle them just to see what would happen. "Years of pain, years of cruelty, years of loneliness. The no-fur curse is no more." "What fucking curse?" Spitfire demanded. He pointed to the fluffy tail that wouldn't stop twitching. "Do you see what's on my ass? THIS is the curse, you fucking twit." "Purl!" The tubby tom moved behind the tiny fate like he could hide there. "He's scary. You talk to him."