Scary Legends Novels & Stories

She laid it in front of me and began pacing around the office. “You don’t understand. I get that. They all sound like a bull when you don’t know them. So we’ll cut to the chase. To make things more... understandable, let's say, all the legends are true.” She paused and waited for me to react, when I stared blankly at her, she gestured to the giant scroll she placed in front of me. On uncertain moves, I reached for it and flipped the old cover to reveal very, very, very disturbing pictures. “Oh my God!” I whispered when my eyes laid at the portrait of a vampire, and a blood-pet.

The face he was at the window when I drove off was heartbreaking, those silver eyes obscured by a very human worry that I'm growing all too familiar with. The "legends" collection is tucked away in a corner of the library's second floor, exactly where I remember it from my college days when I'd occasionally page through local myths for entertainment. Back then, stories of werewolves and ancient curses were charming, harmless tales told around campfires. Now they're my best hope of discovering what's happening to the man I'm falling in love with. I pull the first book from the shelf. "Legends of the Pacific Northwest" is a battered cover, but the pages are filled with carefully documented tal

They emerge from a hole in the ground, a dark and menacing opening that seems to be the very gate to the underworld. The Drider, an equally terrifying entity, accompanies them. Its appearance is a grotesque blend of spider and humanoid, with a body covered in dark hair and long, sharp legs that creak with every movement. Its eyes, a bloody red, reflect pure malice and an insatiable thirst for power. Together, Drider and the Skinning of the mind are the embodiment of horror, a sight that could chill the bravest of souls to the bone.

I swallowed hard and slowly reached out, my fingers trembling as I extended my hand toward her shoulder. Then— With one swift, unnatural movement, the figure grew. Its limbs stretched, its body twisted, and before I could react, it spun around and lunged at me. A searing pain exploded through my hand as jagged teeth sank deep into my flesh. I screamed, my voice raw and full of terror. I tried to yank my arm away, but the creature clamped down harder, tearing through my skin. Blood dripped to the floor as Beth shrieked in horror.

“I don’t know yet.” Jameson scoffed. “Great. “So, if I understand correctly—we’re going to destroy an ancient Council that has been running the supernatural world for centuries, and at the same time, fighting off some kind of primordial horror that happens to be living in Lena’s head at the moment?” I sighed. “That about sums it up.” Jameson rubbed a hand over his face. “Fantastic.” Soraya, who had so far kept quiet, sighed. “It’s possible.”

She asked in a whisper. You’re not, Rina said after a pause, but most wouldn’t dare speak it out loud. Sophia looked up at her, her eyes wide with quiet horror, What do you mean? There are old legends, my Lady, Rina whispered, glancing at the shadows along the walls. Whispers of spirits that attach themselves to grief, jealousy, and guilt. Spirits that don’t feed on flesh but on the mind. You think something followed me? Sophia’s voice was barely above a whisper, heavy with dread.

He says dismissively. “That girl is not their mate. She was Silas’s mate. They clearly killed him to get her.” One of the Wolves snaps. Before anyone else can reply a man stands up. His eyes are blood red, alarmingly so, and I wonder if he’s a vampire. I know they exist, though I’ve never seen one before. “You will have your turn to speak. We are in Blood Rose Lands. They claim they were attacked last night, so we will hear them first.” He says.

Flipping to the first page she skimmed the text. 'Vampiric entities exist in cultures across the world. Hysteria follows the legends of these phantoms, causing mass burnings and hangings of suspected vampires. Every culture has its own lore regarding vampires. These malevolent spirits would contaminate the living by biting them and drinking their life force to sustain their own.' This gave Layla pause as she remembered Atreus' elongated canines. She chewed her lip softly as she read on.

A part of him felt sad, but another part felt betrayed. They say every legend holds the power to shape minds. There is a reason they have been around for so long. But when the ones who should fight against those predefined stories to support you clung to them instead, it felt like cruel fables meant to twist the hearts of those who should love you most. Somehow, these legends weren’t just stories in our world anymore. They had become unspoken laws etched into the minds of every werewolf, whispering fears and suspicions into even those who should be your strength.

On the highest mountain in the woods, as the wind blew strongly rustling the trees, and the blue rays from the full moon illuminated the landscapes and grasses, two figures could be seen, completely naked speaking in hushed whispers. “It’s getting worse by the day. I am worried about what to do. Blood will be shed…. lots of it” One of the two figures, the female who was still sweating and panting after hours of running in the woods. Her companion shook his head slowly, and wrapped his arms around her. “It won’t get to that my love. I am sure it won’t’