Scariest Folklore Stories Novels & Stories

“And yet, like all good folklore, it has its darker side. The festival also speaks of caution. The stories warn of the dangers of straying too far from the safety of the village during the full moon.” Another slide appeared on the screen, depicting an old woodcut of villagers dancing beneath the moon while shadowy figures lurked in the forest’s edge. “These figures,” Elena continued, pointing to the shadows, “are often described as protectors... or predators, depending on the tale. Some say they were wolves blessed by the moon to guard the forest. Others claim they were cursed beings, drawn to the festival by its energy. And some versions even suggest that these beings were once human.” The

“A store where they sell traps for wild animals and if possible, folktales creatures too. I am not leaving anything out, whatever this thing is. We will catch it and torture the hell out of it for fun.” “Bloodthirsty.” Sorens chuckled.

By now, we’ve all had more than a few drinks, and we’re halfway between tipsy and passed out. “Let’s tell scary stories,” Laura, one of my friends, suggests. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Kara asks. “These woods are spooky at night. I have to be able to sleep, you know.” “Maybe we should call one of those hunky forest rangers for you,” I suggest with a laugh. “He’d better bring a friend,” Laura says. “Or twelve,” Diana, another friend of mine, adds. We all laugh, and Laura starts in on the first story about night walkers, ghostly figures who march through the forest.

She would only end up telling them of how her great, great, great grandmother, told her great, great grandmother and her great grandmother, to her… Her stories usually leave one hungry and light-headed, or it would knock you out. “We should hurry to the village square then. There we would find the other children, who weren’t kidnapped by the children of the night.” Dodo said tauntingly. Ginika fumed when he heard Dodo’s words. She was mocking him again. He knew what he had seen. The elders in the village had warned them to look out for a raven, an owl or a bat. That these creatures were the harbingers of the children of the night, unless the elders were wrong, Dodo should stop making fun of

Her words still made no sense, leaving me even more confused, “Turning him— Then it hit me. I heard the story once, of a beast who terrorized villages, towns, forests, during the full moon. A foul creature from the deepest pits of hell, with seven heads and no tail. A hybrid out of control. A rabid primate who bites the head off any being in sight, even without mercy. Goosebumps, they appeared all over my skin. I shuddered with fear, my toes curling as a sudden chill went down my spine. It was all staring to dawn on me, why he claimed this night was so special to him.

Aella's Pov The northern packs, the same place rumored to house beings we've only heard of as tales, wicked beings of the night. “You can't be serious” I muttered, memories of the stories we'd been told about them flashed through my brain. Creatures of the night that could only survive by preying on blood, rumored to be destroyers of every and anything, immortals but could be killed by a wolf's venom. Also a deadly opponent of wolves. This absolutely could not happen.

she whimpered. Octavius grinned exposing his fangs even more. In one single lunge, he pounced on her holding her with her back against him, his hands pinning her to his chest. Sutra gasped and choked on the tears that were born of fear and the scathing heat of his skin against her naked arm. Her fear increased when he took hold of her neck with one of his hands, bending her neck slightly and exposing it to his gaze. Old folklore she knew as a child came to her mind, one of the night monsters who prowled around looking for young virgins to feed on. He would bare their necks to his gaze and sink his fangs into their necks, draining out the blood from till they became lifeless.

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.

I don't even have his number! "Hello? Who's there?" I whispered. It was like a horror movie. The girl in the forest screaming and running for her dear life. Maybe it is Jordan. He is a douchebag but can he pull such a stunt just to scare me? One thing I learned from the horror movies I watch is never to scream and run so I backed away and tried to be in the shade because the moon was up and bright. I don't want to be spotted or watched by who may or may not be my predator.