Scary Folk Tales Novels & Stories

I moved my head and felt something brush my cheek. That was weird.When I tried to raise my hand and grab the thing, I realized that I couldn’t do it. Something was preventing me from moving my limbs. I frowned and tried to move my hand again, but once more it was stopped by some restraints.A sudden panic overwhelmed me, and my thoughts started swimming in the worst scenarios possible. I was kidnapped, and they were going to sell me. They were going to kill me. I was already dead.I wanted to scream, but my mouth was covered with fabric. I wanted to move, but I was tied to the bed.

I said, feigning innocence. I glanced around after speaking. It was true. There wasn't a single living person in sight, but ghosts were everywhere. "This place is cursed!" Charlotte snapped. "I can't even stop. The moment I even think about it, it feels like needles are piercing my hands." Even as she spoke, her hands kept moving. Fear flickered across her face at the scene before her. The terror in her eyes was truly a rare sight to behold. "Is this your doing? Did you come up with all these tricks to scare me? You just want revenge for all the times I picked on you at school, don't you?"

One thing is common about them all, they aren’t humans. Some are vampires, you can tell from their pale skin and there are a few werewolves and lycans too. Even witches, which is the most surprising. I’ve never met a witch in my life. I thought they were just from folktales, said to scare children and get them to do as they are told. They have a mystic scent and that is how I recognized them.

I could still taste it on my tongue, still feel it on the tip of my fingers, the way the magic filled the air and the atmosphere shifted, the way their voices roared like moving waters, the light from their eyes and the stillness of their soul that felt like they had finally found peace. But even as fascinated as I was, I was terrified, because of the events that followed, the prophecy. The day of Ailak. It was a folklore that almost every child and adult in the nine realms knew. It was a scary story to keep the kids from wandering at night, from walking into the deep forests that led into lands beyond the realms. Realms said to belong to regular humans, untouched and unexplored.

Cassandra asked. "Well, call it what you want, but just know that only children with special bloodline found the World Beyond. I suppose you people would call them witches and wizards. Anyway, they wandered into the World Beyond, and the folk whom you call 'fairies' from the World Beyond also passed into the human world — but there were also sorcerei and elementals and monsters you know only through stories and legends." "Really? I thought they were only old folklore created to scare children," Cassandra said. "And who is Koschei?"

Willing to break the silence again, Stone cleared his throat before asking, “what the hell is even a soul harvester? That sounds so made up.“ Everest chuckled at his plain disgust, “It’s a terrifying bed time story parents of the Gareth pack would tell their kids in order to put the fear of the unknown into them. It was, still is, our version of the boggie-man*.” Stone nodded, his calculative look returned. “But how do you know it isn’t real? Most bed time stores are myths and most myths are very real.” He waved at the four of them, “most humans think we are myths.”

" Listen, children, I know you came from different villages to learn how to read, but I must warn you. " " There's a real story, about a silver monster, someone said he looks like a wolf, and someone said, he looks like a human." I said completely terrified but I must warn them. " Every day and every night, something bad happens to any villager, there is always someone to die, a guy drained of blood, or a guy dies from animal scratches, big scratches. " " Wow Hazel, what a story you're telling the children. " " Dad! " I stood up when I found my dad behind me, I looked at him and he stared towards the quiet Umera.

But after all the goosebumps, 'twas just a tree. "Relax," she tangles her arm with mine, "those trees scare the intruders if any. A similitude of scarecrow." "Oh, but you're scared, too." "Of course! This forest is creepy! This is where the tears of our dead pack are preserved. Sometimes, those watch-wolves heard an agonizing howl in here." "Then there are ghosts here?" "That can't be!" I finally made a chuckle for the first time in a while. "That story is just a legend. It's a stupid creed to be true."

Sylvie was slightly furious. "What, are you belittling me just because I'm a woman?!" Ifor smirked but ignored her as he walked straight toward Frank. In just two steps, they all heard a noisy rustle of bushes and turned to find a dozen glowing eyes glaring at them. "I-Is that a ghost?" Scar asked, afraid. "Ghost, my ass." Ifor snorted in annoyance. "There's no such thing—it must be some animal. The old man was right—there's something strange on this hill!"

Ten-year-old Bree chimed as Emma looked over her shoulder worriedly. “That’s nice, sweetie. Why don’t you tell me about that mermaid story again?” “I hate that story. Can I tell the one about the wolf?” Bran chimed in. “Wolf?” Patrick asked as Brinna looked out the window and saw another animal running alongside their vehicle. “Yeah, the one that eats the girl in the red hood.” “Mommy, I don’t like that story. It is scary.” Bree snuck at the rolling landscape and saw the scary animal with sharp teeth sneering at her, so she pretended to look forward and saw her parents exchange a look.