Scary Bedtime Stories Novels & Stories

Carina solemnly said. "Are you worried about Lona's warning?" "Uhuh. I also keep getting nightmares these days." She closes her eyes. The vivid images of her nightmares flashed by her mind. A dark and tall shadow is creeping out from under her bed. It's slowly approached her with a wide grin on its smoldered face. Its nails are long and sharp. Carina trembled in fright as she remembers its dangerous glints, full of vengeance and malice towards her. That shadow tried to touch her stomach while cackling boisterous laughter. Its laughter resounding in her dim-lit room, and Carina jolted up from her sleep, screaming in horror and fear.

I wasn’t used to searching bedtime stories and didn’t really have an idea of what kids would like, so I chose the first story that came up on the internet, not really focusing on what it was about, but in the end, it did turn out to be an interesting story about friendship, as explained by two cute bunnies. "Did you enjoy the story?" I asked when I saw how drowsy Hayley looked. "I did…" Hayley said with sleepy eyes. I smiled, glad that reading her a bedtime story had been successful. I brushed her hair gently, making sure she was comfortable and warm. As her eyes started to droop, I turned off the light and whispered a goodnight prayer. "You'll sleep peacefully and with no fear. No monsters

“Well, I just wanted to ask if you can read me a bedtime story. Granny’s angry now, and I know she won’t want to read to me tonight.” Cassy blinked, surprised, then chuckled faintly. “Really? I thought you said you were a big man. Why do you still need bedtime stories?” “Because…” He shuffled his feet, suddenly shy. “Because I used to have bad dreams. Monsters, scary ones. But anytime someone reads me the story about the prince—the one who saves people from monsters—I dream about him instead. He comes to save me in my sleep. So… I don’t have nightmares.”

She asked with a grin in his direction. "Better," he laughed. One time he had helped her in arranging the entire library with his magick. She was impressed. "Mama Bora, you look as beautiful as ever. I - I have a favor to ask." When he stopped, she waved her spongy, withered hands at him in a gesture to go on, "We are doing a project about local lore, myths and legends. Do you have any book suggestions on it? Especially something that talks about with nightmares or dreams?" He sounded too vague even to himself, but Mama Bora's eyes became dazed for a second and then clearer as she nodded to herself. "Also one about shapeshifters."

I keep the pocketknife hidden and wait for my chance to stab the wolf with it. Even though it’s harder to see and move about the forest, I’m glad we travel at night and catch sleep by day. Because my dreams are so bad when the sun is up, I’m scared of how terrible they’ll be at night. Some of my nightmares seem to follow me even when my eyes are open. I watch as my parents and Max die over and over again. As the monster gets inside the shed and finds us. But most of all it’s glowing eyes and screams that haunts my dreams worst of all. CeCe asks about our parents and Max less and less, and I’m scared she’s starting to forget them already.

Finally, he said: “Guys, there’s something I need to tell you.” It sounded like a confession, especially because they were in the middle of a heave-to and near bedtime, but a confession upon the mention of the Nagas could only mean something terrible. Though curious, Aki wasn’t sure if she was ready to listen to a scary story. Sasha began his story innocently enough:

Lucas joined them on the bed, "Looks like our teddy bear is in for some excitement." They continued weaving imaginative tales, laughter filling the room, until Kai finally drifted off to sleep with dreams of daring teddy bear escapades. Eve softly kissed his forehead and whispered, "Goodnight, my little adventurer." Lucas smiled, "Sweet dreams, buddy." As they tiptoed out of the room, Lucas looked at Eve, "Our bedtime stories are getting more elaborate." Eve chuckled, "Blame it on your son. He's got a vivid imagination." And with that, they left the room, leaving behind the peaceful slumber of their little mommy's boy, surrounded by dreams sparked by their whimsical bedtime tales.

"Can we do another one together?" "Sure but we'll have snacks first." Crimson set the tray down on the table and they both sat down, enjoying the snacks. Cleo happily munched on a cookie while he ate cheese crackers. "Daddy, do you remember the bedtime story you told me last time?" "Which one, sweetie?" "The one about the kids who lived in a house made of candy... The scary lady used the sweets to trick them into coming inside so she could eat them." "That's Hansel and Gretel."

he says. I want to tell him I’d rather take the whipping instead of the tongue lashing. Her words hurt more than a slap on the arm. “Okay, tell me, why do you wet the bed?” I ask. He becomes shy and doesn’t want to answer. It’s okay, I won’t tell Mom,” I coax him. “I’m scared of BoogeyMan. He lays under my bed while I sleep. If I get up to go to pee, he’ll pull me under the bed,” he shivers. “And then he’ll eat me.”

"And we had to spend it with uncle Marco and all he wanted to do was watch boring news all day!" "Urgh! News! So disgusting!" Andrew gagged and stuck out his tongue. I laughed softly, glad that their days had gone normal. I had this irrational fear that Cian would find them and hurt them badly. "Which story should I read?" "Cinderella!" They both chorused. "Alright." I got up and went over to the shelf of bedtime stories they had. I selected Cinderella. "You're ignoring me?" The voice of my wolf filled my head, sharp and judging.