Scary Legends Novels & Stories

Even with the sun warm on her back, she shivered. There was no choice but to step into that forbidding place. She knew it, and yet she couldn’t quite bring her feet to move- her sturdy leather boots stayed planted on the pale, spring-green grass like she’d grown roots. It had been a hard winter. She’d gotten skinny during the frozen months, and if she wanted to keep herself in coin and bread, she had to bring in game. She needed space to know the extent of her powers space too away from the goblins and wolves. This black, dark forest was the last place they might be. People avoided it on principle; there were tales of beasts, here. Demons as big as horses and strange, twisted deer-gods with

Something else had awakened. Something buried long before the kingdom existed. Renn's face turned white. Completely white. For the first time since I met him, I saw pure terror. Not concern. Not fear. Terror. The old scholar whispered one sentence. One sentence that made every hair on my body stand up. "The Grave Legions." The horn sounded again. Closer. Much closer. Then, from somewhere beyond the trees, a voice echoed through the darkness. A deep voice. Ancient. Commanding.

“They say dusk is the witching hour—a supernatural time when demons and spirits hidden in the dark emerge. Some take human form, others possess people and walk among us. They might suddenly call your name, and if you answer… your soul gets devoured.” His deep, mellow voice, rich like liqueur-filled chocolate, drifted with the evening breeze, wrapping the tale in a mysterious, magical charm. Candice paused for three seconds, then gasped dramatically, “How scary~~~” “No need to be afraid, just a legend. I thought it was interesting, so I told it.” “It is interesting. But—does it only work if they call your name? What if, say, a kid calls out ‘Mom’? If the mom answers, does that count?”

“You came here for a story, and instead, you found a sexy werewolf soap opera. Good job.” I glanced down at the old book I’d found—the one filled with legends and dark tales of Blackthorn Ridge. It was still lying open on the table, the pages worn and yellowed with age. My eyes skimmed over the words, searching for something I might have missed, but the stories were all the same: packs of wolves, rituals, blood magic. All things that felt a little too close to what Lucian had warned me about.

"That's so scary" "It really was. I asked her what she wanted and I got an answer. She didn't say it but I kind of saw it in her eyes. I don't know if you'll get it but I think ghosts can talk with their sight and presence. I knew she wanted to use my body to take a revenge. I knew it even though she didn't exactly say it" Ella said. "She was pleading with her eyes to let her use my body. I strongly believe that she was murdered. Raped and murdered. I don't know how I know, but I know I know". Juana half laughed, half shivered

👹👹👹👹 Legend of the lightning beast👹👹👹👹 🖊️🖊️ written by Temmy🖊️🖊️ 🎤🎤 produced by Kim library🎤🎤 👑👑 episode 33👑👑 ***The realm of the unknown*** Mira tucked the small sharp dagger provided alongside with the blood reaper in her waist,she swung the blood reaper speedily and dashed at the red hooded guy.

He whispered coldly in my ears. My eyes widened up as he said. My brow arched, I couldn't believed my ear. Oh my God! What is he trying to do with me? The fear of losing myself to a monster like him rushed a spine into my whole body system. Too young for this phase I was passing through. No! He wouldn't get down on me so easily.

This shadow, this darkness with fangs, it had the power to stipulate how they dreamed and that made him crazy with need to blow the creature’s head off. “This is a local legend about nightmares, a satanic sorcerer, and black magic. It is titled as Shadows and Blood, and is 50 years old. Folklore, through songs and words and this guy had recorded it down, a little and a lot of his own story.” She looked at the book, biting her lips, forehead crinkling in concentration. “Sound gory and ancient and I have never heard of this.” Art said as he struggled to open his tired eyes. It burned from the lack of sleep. Aurora looked tired as well, but she was dogged to finish the book, to find anything mo

. Like👍 before reading please. . 💔Hidden Scars💔 (Pain within😭) . . ✏Written By: _____Authoress Kamara✍_____ . . 😍Episode 23😍 . . 🌹Natasha🌹 "I should stop? Nat, when will you stop being so afraid of him? I know what he's doing to you but why won't you talk". He yells at me. "That asshole of a stepbrother is just using your fear against you by doing those horrible things".

the man bellowed, grabbing broken a chunk of wood that had been chipped into a very sharp angle. "No one will be killing anyone," Pakuri said as her hands lit up. She hurled a fireball at the block of wood the man was holding, setting it on fire. People screamed, backing away from her. The man instantly dropped the now lit chunk of wood, as smoke billowed out of it at his feet. "Karaina?" someone said. "They're Karainas!" "Witches!" "HOOVAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Someone yelled even louder, making everyone turn to look at Marcellus and Scarlett. "THEY'RE COMING FROM ARANDANA!"