Halloween Scary Monsters Novels & Stories

"I will kill all the members of your family if you do not offer yourself to me. I will bring you to the situation when you will intentionally come to me and plead to save your family members by offering yourself to me." Amara walked helpless towards the haunted mansion. She felt numb and lifeless for the happenings around her. The words of the sage begin to ring in her ears. "It will be the dark night without the moon, the onset of heavy storm and the shrill howls of dogs. There will be an unfathomable clamor present in the atmosphere, the unwelcoming cries of the eagles and the uproar of tumult yowls from everywhere around will be the indication to alert you it was the one and only day in y

Their arms were so long they used them to walk along with their two legs, like the gorillaens I had once seen in the zoo back at Coven Community. These beasts had huge heads like wolves, fangs as long as my arm, their eyes were snake-like, and their huge bodies had thick muscles designed by a map of veins. They had long scorpion tails. These were monsters that have never been heard of or seen in the history of Mistworld. They didn't look like demons either. I'd read about all the types of demons, so I was certain these weren't demons. "What in Zhyrie's name are these things from?" I muttered to myself in horror.

All I could hope for her to be happy and never come back to this place . I got up from the park bench . The early morning sun didn't help much with the cold either. I smiled at how terrified Belle was of giving her finals . She had clung on the phone call forever to find comfort .It felt good to know that the things that scared her were as simple as that. I picked up my pace to the haunted place I was forced to call home .

Hailee screamed, but no one could hear her. She saw monsters running around, ripping people's hearts from their chests and ripping their necks apart to guzzle the blood that oozed from their bodies. After that they would howl with a loud satisfaction that was equally chilling. She continued standing there and watched as the whole thing took place in a flash.

Too fucking bizarre to even contemplate, to even have been real. Still, it was funny, how the thin giant’s head didn’t seem nearly as large and monstrous tonight as it had when they were younger. There were other Halloween decorations on display along Brazier Drive, amid these sleeping Houses of the Holy. Richard noticed some window-cling mummies, and a bedsheet ghost in the trees. An autumn-harvest scarecrow with a pair of dullish orange pumpkins (whose fleshy insides must be turning to stringy, seeded mush with the warm September days) sat on the porch stoop next door.

I stared back and forth between him and the looming gloom. I'd only seen a glimpse but that was all that was needed in the case of the Sluagh. Some men had been driven insane by one glance at the monsters of Fairy, and the Sluagh was a collection of the most horrifying monsters Fairy had to offer. Things with too many eyes, too many teeth and claws. Creatures with tentacles, razor-sharp horns, acidic blood, or scaled skin. Massive bodies coated in slime or oozing poisonous pus.

Because monsters fear only one thing—Being seen. And this time, I am done hiding.

The witches pitched battle against the hungry hordes, and the goblins’ threats were meaningless against the ageless witches’ wiles. As for Millie, she remained clueless in her hide, and Becky was determined not to indulge her younger sister's active fantasizing brain as she was mortally frightened of goblins, ghouls, zombies, succubus, and other such-like creatures. The next visitors to their corridor were hooded and caped figures carrying red candles in a funeral procession. Their destination was the large storage across from theirs, where they observed a ritual stacking of the coffins.

The citizens of the town took him in with the same kindness and acceptance they showed to all new creatures. Mrs. Belfry watched as the last of the townsfolk trickled into the meeting hall, before she stepped out of her yard and slowly took the steps up to the open doors herself. She looked in at her fellow creatures of Halloween. The Zombie, Mr. Shamus McLowry, with his decayed flesh and perfectly styled pompadour. Dr. Billingsly, the town’s mad scientist, with his crazed eyes and bloodied apron. Pete, the cawing raven, who owned Pete’s Sweets candy shop and employed Jack the scarecrow as a sales clerk, sat perched on a ledge in one corner of the large room. The meeting was filled with all

She then continues. “They aren’t scary themselves. The most fearful thing of all is that they are yours. That you can hear them. That you dreamed of them. You dreamed of something to fear yourself, by letting your mind wander with innocence. Maybe it’s the sharp teeth and beast eyes that bring you chills in the night. Their laughing moans cease you from a peaceful sleep. Or maybe, just maybe, the only reason why you’re scared is that you know what those monsters are. You know the laughter all too well because you remember doing it. You remember the taunting so well that you dreamed about it. You know the cold steel beams because you remember touching them. And you know that scream so well be