Krampus Stories Novels & Stories

Also, it appeared that Alessia was quite familiar with the creature. "It's the evil Santa!" Alessia shrieked. "We're as so fúcking dead!" Alessia's mind raced back to her childhood when she had been obsessed with mythology and had amassed a vast collection of books on the subject. She vividly remembered reading about Krampus, a legendary figure from Alpine folklore that appeared only to punish naughty children every December 5th. Alessia wondered if she had been naughty or nice as she recollected everything she had done both in the De Luca household and in her twenty years on earth. While she had indeed done some good deeds, the evil she had perpetrated far outweighed the good.

As the stories got scarier, I noticed a few of the younger pack members huddling closer to their parents, seeking comfort and reassurance. Soon, it was my turn to share a story. Feeling the weight of the moment, I cleared my throat and began my tale. "In a small village, there was a haunted mansion. It was said that the spirit of a vengeful witch roamed the halls, seeking revenge on anyone who dared to enter her domain..." I let my imagination run wild, conjuring spine-chilling scenes and mysterious characters. The pack leaned in closer, their eyes wide with fascination, hanging onto every word I spoke. The suspenseful atmosphere made my heart race with excitement.

Ignoring her, I concentrated on Riley as she spoke the words again, this time powerfully. At first, I didn't see the creature. I guess that was what caused the confusion in everyone, but as soon as Riley finished speaking, it became visible. The most hideous creature I had seen was Krampus - a blend of goat-like features, malevolent aura. But this, I couldn't quite describe it. From its massive, dragon-like wings to the serpentine tail that trailed behind, it wasn't anything like I had seen before. Its large body was a pattern of intertwining scales, feathers, and fur, reflecting fusions of creatures from different eras.

Birdy nodded in agreement, "It is time for the ghost stories to begin and be spread. Stories of a pack of wolves that live nowhere but everywhere, who rescue the weak, broken, and unchampioned, taking those they rescue away with them and disappearing with no clues to who they are or where they came from." ​Three gods and one vampire nodded in agreement. "Let the fun begin. Go lay the groundwork to make the stories true when our wolves awake," Hyperion ordered. ​Cronos snickered, "This is going to be so much fun. I am glad Gaia is letting me loose to help lend credence to the stories." ​"What good are the stories without those needed to make them come true?" Bob wondered out loud.

When I stopped, I was breathless. "I think I'm broken," I whispered. "No," he finally said. "You're not broken. You're human. But you are... dangerous." "Dangerous?" "To him. To anyone lucky enough to haunt your dreams." The booth felt too small. Too warm. My fingers curled around the edge of the seat. He leaned closer. Shadows moved behind the screen. "Would you come back next week?" "Why?" "Because I want to hear more. I want to know what happens next."

Anyway, he kept saying that there are horrible creatures that lurk in the darkness here… While growing up he told me the story of the time when he was ten years old, his dog ran out of his family home—this townhome, the home I’m just about my home until my dad gets out of jail and the social worker says I can go back. He goes on and says that he watched his dog die that night being eaten alive by a wolf-like humanoid that he himself barely made it back home to safety. Then there were these stories of the locals being blood-sucking vampires and all the BS surrounding that subject. Oh and the witches of the forest and the great lake—supposedly they lure pregnant women to their deaths and drown

According to her, it was a story used to scare and caution children in their times, but with time nobody heard of these stories again. Stories of scary creatures coming out from the pit of hell to torment mankind. Creatures who once rose from the darkness - seeking domination over the earth, wanting revenge on mankind. It was just in tiny pieces because she didn't recall the full story but she remembered the mark and the creatures who bore them. It was a magical mark - and the names of these creatures are Vorlak.

Juan says, obviously as confused as I feel. “The size is that of a large dog,” I muse. “It’s not from this world, that much I am certain off… whatever was-” I’m cut off suddenly. “It’s a chupacabra,” Carlos says suddenly. “A what?” I ask, grabbing a rod and prodding the thing. “Madre told me about them in her stories of old folklore. They’re vampire-like creatures that suck the blood of livestock and naughty children,” he says, his face pale.

The triplets then decide to try to capture the animal to fulfill their wishes. To scare away the supposed beast of the den, they filled the forest with traps. They always see shadows walking into the forest, but when they start chasing them the shadow disappears. They also had the idea of ​​trying to ask for things to stop the alleged creature. To their surprise their wishes were fulfilled! This only made them more willing to capture the creature. When they finally got to see the creature, they discover that they are, in fact, two children. After discovering this, they remove all the traps and give up capturing them, by the way, no matter how troublesome the triplets were, they would never k

Charlie asks. Citra shifts uncomfortably in her seat. “After sitting in her grief for a while, Marie stood up and rolled her shoulders back. She thought about her grandmother. Her sister. Her parents. And she thought of the stories that they told her. About all the different kinds of creatures in the world. Werewolves. Fairies. Goblins. Mermaids. And Redcaps. Do you know what Redcaps are?” No one answers, so Citra answers herself.