Scary Hmong Stories Novels & Stories

The events which were cascading one after the other matched with the incidents she experienced a few days ago with the monster. Danger lurks you - the words of the fakir begin to ring in her head. On the other side her sanity questioned on why she was believing in the ignorant practices of the illiterate people in the village. She was a well educated girl, she and her boyfriend would get married and move out of the country very shortly. Amara could hear a distant music of the guitar. The song started pleasant but soon turned deathly deafening her ears with terror. Taking frightened steps she went to the window to close it.

Rachel said. And then Lauren snorted but covered it with a cough. “I don’t care what y’all say some weird shit goes on up there around that mountain.” Girl #3 said. “Oh yeah my grandparents used to tell me these horrifying scary stories about a bunch of people that lived up there. They left for like twenty years and then came back! My grandfather swore to me they were werewolves.” Girl # 2 supplied. Oh shit.

Glamora said angrily while Henderson yelled as the Fibre Wire cut a little bit into his flesh "Los Angeles, they are all in Los Angeles. 3 days ago, Our Pack was raided by some Hungry Vicious Vampires, they left none alive, I survived only with My sister!" Henderson stuttered while Glamora only tightened his grip "Come on Boy, there's More, Now give it all to me!" He yelled

I adjusted the strap of my carry-on, my palms sweating against the leather. For months, my nights had been consumed by a flickering screen and the voice of "Zaw." He was charming, poetic, and promised me a side of Myanmar that no tourist brochure would ever dare to print. My friends had staged an intervention. They showed me articles about the "Pig Butchering" compounds in the borderlands, stories of Americans lured by romance only to be shackled to computers, forced to scam others under the threat of physical mutilation. "I trust him," I had told them, my voice trembling with a conviction I didn't entirely feel. "He’s picking me up. I’ll be safe as long as I’m with him."

Then she turned and disappeared into the shadows. The night continued. Near the end of the festival, a group of elders gathered around the fire to tell old pack stories. Tales of ancient Lunas. Of wolves who carried magic in their blood. Of children born under strange moons who changed the course of packs forever. I listened quietly, my hand resting over my belly. Something stirred inside me. Not pain. Recognition. Damon felt it too. His fingers tightened around mine. “Are you alright?” “Yes,” I breathed. “Just… tired.”

Before he could complete what he was going to say he was pulled aside. "Stay out if the road or you will be crushed under a truck." She rolled her eyes while Hyun glanced at the big truck. "Is that the parent of the small monster which we saw earlier?" He questioned her as he saw the monster passing near them. Was not it strange that these monsters had their own lights which were nothing like those which were used by humans three hundred years ago. Moreover no one seemed to be scared of these giant monsters. His brain started hurting but then his stomach growled as he smelled something. He did not know how much he walked but right now he was at a place that looked like a carnival.

humanoid, bulky body with a long, reptile tail and a large head that resembled a cat-fish. The two scouts of the northern creatures had arrived to the village finding no resistance at all. All the cottages looked empty. They had orders to capture humans and interrogate them to find the easiest passage into the city. "Do you see anything?" The first scout asked. "I think I heard something. I'll go inside," the other responded, looking at Jana's house. The women heard the front door being forced open! There was no way to escape. Jana had to protect her daughter and she did the only thing that came to her mind. "Get inside the closet and whatever happens, don't come out and don't make any nois

“What did Harmona do there?” She hesitated, biting her lip, before finally speaking. "It's... it's an eerie house. People say you can hear screams at night, and they say it's haunted," she said in a low voice, almost like she didn't want to believe her own words. "Everyone avoids it, because it’s scary…filled with dark magic." I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up at the thought. Haunted? Screams in the night? What the hell was going on out there?

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."

"Then how do you know what she looks like?" Bailey smiled as she looked down and then back into my eyes, wrapping her arms around her knees. "That's right. I forgot that you haven't heard the stories." A crease formed between my eyes. "What stories?" She shrugged. "The stories of our people." She sighed as she looked out over the stones but saw a time long ago, a time far away. "Long ago, two children were walking in the forest. Night fell, and they became lost. A black wolf came, and the children shivered, sure that they were about to become a meal for the black wolf. But then a huge white wolf came and scared off the black wolf. When he was gone and the children were safe, the white wolf t