Mysterious Stories Novels & Stories

I felt my pussy contract at his words, grasping at something that wasn’t there yet I desperately craved. “Just focus on the stars, baby.” he licked up and down my neck while his fingers finally parted my folds, finding my clit. He rubbed the bundle of nerves until I shook. I stared up at the ceiling as shooting stars and comets zipped by. I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky.

The air in the library was thick with the scent of old books and the faint hum of fluorescent lights. Sadile Marconi, her fiery red hair cascading over her shoulders like a river of flames, sat at a secluded table, her green eyes darting between the pages of her textbook and the clock on the wall. The numbers seemed to mock her, ticking away the minutes until her next class, a class she was dangerously close to failing.

To put it nicely. In my hands was a thick book that Chelsa had sent me from France, miraculously it was English, and the contents inside were a history over folklore and monsters which humans believe to be made up although they were just extinct in the supernatural world. I hoped to find something similar to the Northern Whispers or something that could potentially take them down - honestly, I think I’m just hoping for answers that don’t exist or may-

Before there were doors between worlds, there were stories. They whispered from hearth to hearth and ship to ship— of wolves that ran like midnight wind, of foxes with nine tails and nine more tricks beyond that, of fae who looked like carved moonlight and smiled like knives. Humans loved those stories—as long as they stayed in books and bedtime. The moment a story breathed, the moment a pair of eyes glinted from a tree line or a shadow stepped out of the corner of a room, humans did what humans do best when they’re afraid.

The author assures you that this is not a typical or cliché type of mermaid story. While El Nido, Palawan exists in the Philippines, all characters and events in this book are products of the author’s imagination and have no relation to any namesake. All incidents in this body of work are entirely fictional and are in no way related to anyone who is known or unknown to the author. Plagiarism is a crime and therefore, punishable by law. Copyright, Nihc Ronoel All Rights Reserved 2020 MYSTERIOUS OBSESSION “Where can your obsession finally lead you?”

His voice came again, causing me to tap my fingers on the mahogany desk, as my mind raced with calculations, I was trying to reconcile my findings at the brothel, with what I had observed the day Xenra visited. "Here!" I pointed at the rough sketch of Maltos' castle, which I had drawn. The rough sketch lay bare on the mahogany desk, and I encircled Maltos' palace with my index finger; it was the home of the Vampire queen. "What really happened in there that night?" I pondered out loud, causing Raymond to lean closer as he took a closer look at the rough sketch, as if he could see some invisible inscription.

My words died in my throat as we rounded the corner and came face-to-face with a horde of snarling, slavering beasts, unlike anything I'd ever seen. The rest of my men, equal parts furious and shocked, stood around our fallen comrade, firing off rounds of bullets into the wave of beasts as they charged. The shots rang out, the sound deafening, as just some of the creatures fell to the ground, their blood spilling onto the forest floor. “ Oh shit! What the heck are these things?" Alan exclaimed, almost in a whisper, his eyes wide with shock but my sharp shifter hearing picked it up. This was bad. Real bad. My grandmother's stories didn't come close to describing the grotesque monstrosities of

But the moans continued. If my hunch was right, I heard it in the basement where the red room was there. I left the mansion and with my slow steps, I reached the red room that only Noel and his sons knew about… and me. I found out about this secret room when I was eighteen. I saw Maverick go to the dark side of the basement and because of curiosity, I followed him. To my surprise, a secret red room was built in the basement. “Ugh… fuck! That’s it, baby. You have a beautiful pussy, damn you,”

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

She licked her lips. "Hmm, who does not know the Alpha of this pack." She said and I looked at her with scrutiny. Really? Who does not? She is fishy. * * This book is weird 😂... I don't even understand what is going on with Connor and Alyssa.