Goosebumps Dark Falls Novels & Stories

I shoved him down hard. The bullet ripped through me instead, and I collapsed on him. His eyes went wide, real terror flickering there for the first time. "Natalie…" Gunfire answered back. Bernard's crew was not having it. The world started to spin, pain crashing over me like a wave. Francis' voice was calling my name, fading into the distance. Then, everything went black. ...

It had that creepy snake design that gave me the chills. Zack torched it to ash and crammed it into Joanna's mouth, and just like that, a dark mist shot at her. She started changing right before our eyes, her skin going all gnarly like bark, her hair bleaching out. She let out that guttural roar, sounding like death itself had come knocking. Comments were buzzing again, and ghost hunters had something to say. [Wow, I never thought I'd see such magic in my lifetime. But it's a double-edged sword. Looks like he's ready to risk it all.]

I was experiencing it but it also felt like I was watching from a box outside of where it was happening. My stomach lurched, nausea rolling in my stomach. It was quiet, but I could hear some sounds from everywhere. All at once. All I could see was my form lying in the middle of the room. Goosebumps rose all over my skin. That prickling sense of awareness from being watched. It wasn’t like on campus when Silas and my father's men were keeping eyes on me. This felt ominous. Like a dark energy pressing on my back. I didn’t know what was in the dark, but it couldn’t be good. That much was clear.

Goosebumps form on my body; it’s cold. He lowers my skirt to cover my thighs and pulls me closer, wrapping his big arms around me. And finally, my eyes flutter open. They meet his instantly—dark, so dark, glistening with something I recognize, but don’t want to name. It’s so quiet. We just stare into each other’s eyes, chests rising and falling at the same time. He blinks, slowly, unsettling. The ‘other things’ I was talking about, you’ve finally had a taste of it. And you’re not crying anymore—that’s the look in his eyes.

The moisture dried from my mouth when I realized they were taking me to see the dark descendant, and I gritted my teeth when Dominic whipped me again with what felt like a chainsaw that dragged across my back and tore strips of flesh and hair. “Gah!” I roared with pain, falling heavily to my knees and steeling myself as the beast’s mighty footfalls sounded across the now-quiet camp. “Tophas, we meet again,” Gobar’s watery voice filled my ears and I looked up to see the monster smiling down at me with panic rushing wildly through my veins.

Goosebumps cascaded over my skin as I imagined countless eyes watching us from the blackness, hungry and patient. With each step, the shadows seemed to creep in closer, whispering unthinkable things, murky suggestions that twisted my thoughts. I could feel the weight of unseen eyes on me, judging, waiting. My instincts screamed that we were not alone. The darkness was alive and calculated, an entity that fed on our fear. I dared not linger in the thought; instead, I forced my eyes back to Eva and Noah, hoping to find solace in their light, but all I could see was the deepening void behind them, ready to swallow us whole.

The voice from the darkness was a hook in my soul, reeling us forward into the chill. We stepped through the false wall, our single flashlight beam cutting a pathetic swath through the profound black. It fell upon bones. Not neatly stacked, but piled, heaped, a jumbled sea of femurs, skulls, and rib cages that filled a cavernous space from the slimy floor to the shadowed vault of the ceiling decades above. The Ossuary. The collective remains of centuries of Blackwood pack, their final energy a silent, heavy blanket that smothered the air and muted the magic in my blood to a faint, dying whisper.

The cool air in the room created goosebumps all over her burning flesh as chills ran down her spine. There was a dark aura around him. It was something inexplicably black and evil and cruel that screamed danger. But that didn't stop her nîpples from puckering, straining, and demanding to be touched. Even with the bloød stains all over him, she was dripping wet. Arousal gathered low in her stomach, and her pûssy heated and throbbed knowingly.

The place was pitch dark as there was a power outage or failure and they all murmured, I held his wrist to put me down as his hold on me because tighter and feral. “Check the damn lights!” He roared with confidence but what followed in the dark was a snappy and cracking sound of bones while fearful grunts and muffled sounds echoed. Goose pimples flooded my entire skin and I heard the sound of flesh tearing and scratching against each other, it made me wonder if a wild animal lurked around the huge basement.