Scaredy Monster Books Novels & Stories

There was a weird creature - the scariest thing I had ever seen - staring at me from the other end of the library. A monster, a very gigantic monster with mouths that were wide enough to swallow two humans at once, green eyes and slimy black skin. And he stank! But his smell was the least of my concerns because the monster had his round eyes right on me and he was walking slowly towards me like a predator stalking his prey. Run! My mind yelled at me. Move your damn bones and run! But I couldn't get myself to look away, I could not get myself to move a muscle.

From what I hear, they seem to value it very highly. When he finally stops, I also stop at a particularly thick book called Werewolves, Spires, and Shifters: Complete Edition. On the front is a picture of a menacing werewolf ready to devour a human and a human fighting a truly horrible Shifter with a strange spear. I pull it off the rest, hiding it behind me.

I look around the area in hopes of seeing Bree or Lana, but all I see are the monsters, and the bodies hanging in the crucifixes are too decayed to be discernible. I consider for a moment what my next step will be when one of the... monster's nearby stops. I watch with trepidation when it raises its head up and sniffs the air. To my dismay, the monster extends its long green tongue out as if tasting something. It reminds me of a snake. Suddenly the monster turns its head in my direction and begins to approach. I take a few steps back and stumble. A scream lodges in my throat when I see that it's coming closer. Panicked, I rise quickly and break into a run. I don’t even care where I go becaus

The thought makes me sad. It saddens me to know that I will never be normal. That things like feeding on peopleand growing wings are now my new norm. But the scariest thing is how Sky is going to take this is he ever finds out. The thought that he might hate me or worse, be scared of me hurts me way more than I thought it would. I can already see it in my mind, me begging him to stay and him running away from the monster that is me. He will be repulsed by my wings and he might even resend the fact that I can read minds, his included.

It was twice the size of a crocodile and had a pair of clawed arms on the upper body. “A lindworm?” I recognized it from a book I read about the monsters living in this forest. It was probably attracted to my roasted squirrels’ scent. The snarling monster was staring at me like it was looking at its next meal. I wasn’t afraid, though I couldn’t just wait for it to attack.

His voice hinted naughtiness and immediately a loud growl was heard on the other side. "Who is it?" Alexander's voice was mixed with feelings of both anger and protectiveness. Amara instantly looked around and there was nobody. She immediately knew whose voice it belonged. With each passing day and every second her anxiety increased. She was so emotionally dependent upon Alexander. "I'm into a lot of problem here Alex. I need your help." Amara's tone sounded much anguished and distressed. She told Alexander about everything starting from her uncle's miserable mental health, the missing of Aunt Stella, the phone call she got with his number, her visit to the haunted house, the fakir's rescue,

“What kind of story would you like me to tell you?” “Well,” he said carefully. “Maybe not too scary because when I go to bed, I will be thinking about monsters the whole time. And if it isn’t a little bit scary, then I won’t be keen.” The boy looked up at Ed from the shadows by the door, where he was now waiting. “Do you know any scary stories?” “Yes,” Ed replied, rising from the couch. “Do you know any stories about The Critters?” “I don’t think so.” “Those are the best stories,”

That night, the doll suddenly activated. Its soft, stuffed arm shot straight into my throat. I jolted awake, clawing at my neck, trying to call for my mother, but no sound came out. By the next day, I had a raging fever and couldn't stop throwing up. I cried, trying to tell my mother what happened, but all that came out were broken, garbled sounds. She tossed me a pack of cold medicine. "If you can't even talk, then be quiet for once. I'm exhausted after work."

Something that only happened whenever he sensed a storm coming, whenever he perceived death and red coming, proved the weight and gravity and sadism of my words. Turning swiftly, we headed out of the woods with that iniquitous smirk plastered on my lips. The stench of blood, the sounds of chaos, the sights of decapitated and dismembered bodies and squashed brains of those people who dared to snatch her away from me was all I could see and think of and I couldn't suppress the monster in me that basked in the promise of havoc and war.

There were so many books about supernatural beings, but the ones I was most interested in were about the three monsters in my life. I gathered as many books as I could carry and settled into a quiet corner. Then I kept flipping page after page. As I read, I kept wondering if these accounts were written by humans or the werewolves, vampires, or incubi themselves, but nevertheless, I got to understand a few things about them that I didn’t know before. "Are the vampires really afraid of sunlight, crosses, and garlic?… But I haven’t seen any of them getting affected by sunlight," I muttered to myself, wondering if all I was reading was wrong.