Goosebumps 2023 Novels & Stories

Everywhere around me was silent but I felt like someone was watching me and it made goosebumps appear on my skin. I rubbed my hands along the length of my arm to get rid of the goosebumps but they won’t go away. The eyes on me were creepy even though I could not see it or the person. It felt like something was crawling up my body and it was making me shudder in shock. I wanted to call Nathan but I didn’t want to look like a fool if they didn’t find anyone lurking around the property so I decided to shake it off as a figment of my imagination.

I whispered to myself, the hair on my neck standing frigidly as goosebumps caressed my exposed arms. This wasn't Dennis, whatever I was watching contort and snarl like the spawn of hades wasn't a werewolf at all! I tried to scurry back through the narrow space and then the walls seemed like they had suddenly grown closer. “Shit, shit, shit on a fucking pogo stick!” I swore and then let out the most blood-curdling scream ever when the creature turned its yellowed eyes to me sharply, the rows of jagged brown teeth seemed to bend from one side of its bald head to the other side before it sniffed the air loudly and I forced myself to scurry back.

The sweet-spicy scent of an omega blooming into heat tickled my nose, and I paused mid-punch. Fuck. There weren’t many omegas, and the alpha wolf in me craved this one already. I grabbed the purse, removed the cash from my wallet, and stuffed it inside. Then I looked for someplace safe, like a store with security cameras or a police station, and ran across the street to a 24-hour gym. I wanted the woman with the kids to get her money back and a bit extra for having to deal with a purse snatcher. Inside, transcendental non-Western music of some kind played over the speakers. Guess it had helped drown out the thief’s screams.

"Rob, you better get this through your thick skull—if you pull another stunt like this, you're done." I hit send, uploading the video of him and Anita in bed to the family group chat. Oh yeah, I tagged everyone. Rob freaked. "What the hell, Maya? Delete it!" I just smirked. "What's the problem? I told you not to drag my parents into your mess, but you didn't listen. Consider this your warning. Next time? That video's going public."

Suddenly the wind kicked up, hard and fast, tearing through the hollow like a scream. Nova jerked back. "We need to go." Atlas hesitated. "We haven’t seen what—" "We seen enough!" Wren shouted over the wind. A shape shifted behind the tree. Not human. Not animal. Just... wrong. They ran. Feet slipping in the mud, branches lashing at their arms, breath burning. They didn’t stop until the air turned light again, the shadowline behind them. Back at the Bone House, they collapsed in a heap. No one spoke for a long while.

“The Hollow is where my beast was bound. Centuries ago, my father cursed it to sleep. But you…” He stepped closer. “You woke it.” She licked her lips. “Then let it come.” Greco shuddered. His eyes gleamed, bright violet, almost glowing and the pupils thinned to slits. “You don’t understand,” he said, backing her up against the trunk of an ancient, gnarled tree. “It’s not like last night. The beast... It knots. It marks. It doesn’t ask.” Her pulse throbbed between her thighs. “You think I’m afraid of being ruined?”

"Don't dare touch me again or I'll kill you again." The male chuckles and rubs his hair. "I'm just like you... A ghost. So how can you possibly kill me? I came back just the same way you came back cause I can't let you hurt her even though I wish I can cause she's a silly female." Jalen rolls her eyes at him and relaxes but suddenly shudders when his other words dawned on her and all the hairs on her body started rising and goosebumps prickled at her skin. "Y..yo..u..both are ghosts?"

Running....jumping...ducking under low hanging branches. Claude and the wolves had been in pursuit of the giant buck for miles, with him somehow keeping up. His lungs felt infinite, with every inhale of fresh Forest night air it filled him entirely, energizing his muscles and mind to continue giving chase.

He had never tried to frighten me. I pushed myself upright, scooting back until my spine hit the headboard. The moment I moved, he moved too—closing the distance in a single, fluid motion until his face hovered inches from mine. And that was when the moonlight fell across him. Black fur traced his jawline, creeping down his neck and spreading across his arms. His fingers curled into the mattress as claws pushed through, lengthening. His breathing roughened, edging toward a growl. And suddenly, I remembered why Arlo always warned me about full moons—why he barred the doors and windows, why he kept watch with a blade in hand.

Grant Gonas is the man the underworld fears and the business world admires. As the CEO of GONAS, a multibillion-dollar empire built over generations, he is known for his intelligence, discipline, and ruthless decisions. But beneath the image of a respected businessman lies a terrifying secret—Grant is the head of one of the most powerful mafia families in America. Feared as The Frozen Beast, he has no room for emotions, no patience for love, and no intention of letting anyone close enough to become his weakness. A high-stakes business meeting takes Grant from Los Angeles to San Diego, where he chooses to travel without the luxury and security that usually surround him. One rainy afternoon,