Furby Horror Novels & Stories

It was already past eight when Felix left the club, which was long after nightfall. Felix raced through the city streets. Luna's life was in danger, so this was the fastest option. According to Luna, she had accompanied a client to an amusement park. The thrill-seeking client tried everything from roller coasters to other rides before suggesting they enter the park's haunted house. That was where the horror began. Luna described seeing a monster without eyes or a nose, but with three gaping mouths filled with saw-like teeth. Instead of ears, it had two dark brown arms that could extend and contract.

“I just can't seem to hold onto it.” "Don't worry about it," Sabrina said gently. "We're happy to go wherever you're going. You don't have to apologize.” My new memory began with my wolf. Panic seized me – the fear of losing her again, the same fear that had haunted me before. I clung to her fur, my grip tight, my knuckles white. Suddenly, the scene shifted. We were no longer on the rooftop, but deep in the basement. The memories flooded back, each one a fresh wave of terror. The basement... it held so many of them, all woven together, a chilling tapestry of fear.

“Jasper—” “Back” I growled out instinctively as my Furs started to burst out along with my claws, growling deeply. Lyra stumbled against me but she didn't fight it, she trusted the reaction and that meant enough had happened this past weeks for her to realize that I wasn't joking. The face smiled as shadows moved between the shelves and the person on the other side leaned forward slightly with amusement on his face. “Woah” he said casually, lifting up his hands in surrender. “Easy there, I mean no harm. Really”

Staring straight into those two bloody holes, their sanity plummeted. "Who ate my eyeball-popping candy? I'm taking an eye for an eye!" She slowly extended her hand. The player in front of her lost control, watching in terror as his own hand reached toward his eyes. The next instant, furious howling echoed again from behind. "My spicy human jerky!" The siren boss appeared at the entrance, carrying a crate of deep-sea treasure. When she saw her carefully ordered jerky trampled like trash, black mist erupted from behind her as she let out a soul-rending screech.

However, I held Skye tightly by the arm, my heart starting to beat very fast and intense, not sure I had the stomach to witness what was about to happen next as I watched Gordon turn to leave, after giving a female the order to light Sabrina up with the burning stick of fire she held. “Oh, I’m not going to be the only one going to hell tonight, you all are going to pay for the fall of the Frostfang Warriors one day!” Sabrina yelled, she began to curse but, unfortunately, it turned to screams of agony when she was lit up and began to burn. I turned, looking away quickly while the others cheered on. Skye held my hand tightly but she was looking and I could tell her heart warned with joy, watch

The darkness within the cavern enveloped us, its oppressive weight matching the uncertainty that loomed in our hearts. We treaded cautiously, our paws making soft but deliberate steps along the rocky terrain. The faint glow of luminescent moss provided the only source of light, casting an eerie glow on our fur. As we delved deeper into the cavern, a figure emerged from the shadows, a werewolf with sleek black fur and piercing amber eyes. His presence seemed unexpected yet oddly comforting in this foreboding place.

His wrinkled face looked like it was crawling with countless wriggling worms. I shuddered and stepped back, whispering to Silvia, "Good thing I've got you. This place is terrifying." She snorted and suddenly shoved me forward, straight toward George. With an icy laugh, she said, "This pretty boy will make a great offering. You're going to love him." Before I could react, George gestured, and several eerie puppets stepped forward to pin me down and drain my blood. A sharp bell rang out, echoing through the night.

Outside, another deep animal sound echoes through the trees. I freeze. Every hair on my arms rises, that was not human. Nothing about this is human. My chest tightens painfully as reality starts trying to rearrange itself inside my brain. All the weirdness from the last few days crashes together at once like puzzle pieces finally snapping into place. The growling, the scent thing, the biting kids, the teeth, the fucking ears. “Oh my God,” I whisper hoarsely. “They’re actual furries.” I grab my boots off the floor and spin toward the door, fully prepared to flee this woodland psychosexual nightmare barefoot if necessary.

I cover a baking sheet with frozen chicken strips and French fries as Perry and Harper search for a movie to watch on the TV. Perry wants to put on Saw while Harper deems it too horrific. "I watched Halloween," he argues. "It's worse than Halloween." I agree, calling from the kitchen, "No Saw." Perry groans. "Look, there's Paranormal Activity." Harper points out. "You haven't seen that; it's about ghosts. You love ghosts, right?"