Scary Legends Novels & Stories

“Weird how?” “Ranting about an urban legend,” he said, rubbing his temple. Faith’s voice softened. “What legend?” He hesitated, glance flicking between his dad, the officer, and Faith. “I’d be wasting your time.” “You wouldn’t,” Elsie said gently. “I’ve heard worse.” He exhaled. “They called it the devil’s mirror. Said it was here—some ancient relic that traps souls… or opens doorways. They were drunk. Sounded like a ghost story.”

Those terrifying screams she was talking about rang in my mind again, raising goosebumps over my skin. "And I was feeling so scared," I quickly wiped that stray tear that trailed over my cheek as I gazed into her glassy and red-rimmed eyes. "I knew what was happening because my parents had warned me about it. What it would be like, the first time I'd ever shift. But that didn't stop me from feeling so scared, knowing that I was going to do it alone and with no one around to help me get through it," I watched those tears spill over her cheeks before she quickly wiped them away too.

Why did he look at her as if he were starving? The candle on her bedside table flickered, even though there was no breeze. Her skin erupted in goosebumps. She didn’t believe in ghost stories, not really. But she knew danger. And Lucien was the definition of it. She had grown up hearing stories of the Ravagers—ancient beings who fed on more than blood. Their touch burned. Their presence altered fate. But those were myths. Warnings. Fairy tales meant to keep girls from wandering too far from the village. Right?

“What do you mean Eirik?” He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming all of my senses. “There are things in this town—things most people don’t believe in. They're hidden in plain sight.” I swallowed hard, stuttering. “Lik–like what?” “Like the legends of this land,” he said quietly, gazing intensely. “Old stories about creatures that roam these woods.” “Creatures?” I scoffed, trying to hide my growing anxiety with humor. “What, like ghosts, ghouls and goblins? Those are just dumb stories, Eirik.” I laughed nervously.

Its darkness of its skin was like a night absent of the moon and stars, its eyes the only colour that can be seen on the hideous creature. The eyes were hypnotic. As the scarlet red eyes stare at me, I realise this is a creature I have never seen before. The amount of times I have come into the Aurelian Spires by myself searching for creatures like this I have never found one quite so frightening. This time I have no weapon, no way of protecting myself, let alone my friend. So I did the only thing I could do to protect her. I got up and ran. This is where I am now, running for my life hoping beyond hope that Alexandria packs up and leaves. Behind me I can hear her calling my name

"It's not just a legend. The shadow wolves are connected to it. They're made by blood magic—" "—that corrupts the soul," Lucian finished. "Yes. I know." Nikolai's eyes narrowed. "And you've just happened to research this recently?" "I've known the legends since childhood," Lucian snapped. "But I never believed them until I met her." He nodded toward Laura. "Until I felt the pull." Laura stood up, unable to sit still any longer. "This isn't getting us anywhere. Shadow wolves are attacking all territories connected to me. They're getting closer. We need to work together, not fight among ourselves."

However, the means to do so had always eluded me. "How can I do that?" I asked, eager for guidance. The woman's face lit up with a knowing smile. "Luna, are you aware of the legend of the dead coming back to life?" she asked quietly. The idea sounded grim, but it made me curious. "I am not familiar with it. What does the legend say?" "In ancient times, it was believed that if someone stepped over a corpse, it could reanimate and transform into a monstrous being. To prevent any supernatural repercussions, the person who stepped over it would have to step over it again," the woman explained.

That kind of energy is bound to attract paranormal creepy crawlers like maggots to rotting flesh. But most people call those scavengers demons, especially if they have strong religious beliefs, like the Blotters and Father Thompson. Religions aren’t exactly prone to middle grounds. Everything’s black or white, so whatever doesn’t fit in the good lane is labeled as evil. I had the idea that demons are into living souls, not stagnant residual energy, no matter how foul, and that was why I thought we were most likely dealing with a scavenger. And I could only pity this entity, born to feed on echoes of pain, fear and violence, prisoner in a house so full of love and good memories. Of course it

nights sent chills down our spine dangerous as our lives were hanging on a thin line. We found out that Alpha Grey had killed more than ten percent of the members of the Whitefang Pack, men and women even children were not spared from his havoc as he would tear and eat them whole leaving just there bones on display before he would transfer to another area, on those bad days of his rampage when he could not be controlled and subdued, he would break through his chains and escape out of the Pack house to the town's where he would hide in the shadows and hunt for victims who were drenched in fear, most of his attacks were normally aimed at those who were horrified and scared and we have drawn a

"Have you heard?" I shook my head, intrigued. "Heard what?" He looked so serious, and I felt my curiosity bubbling up. "It's this legend about the most powerful shapeshifter in our town. They say she had a favorite day, a day when she could transform into anything she desired. It's celebrated every year, but no one really knows the truth behind it." Seb's eyes sparkled with excitement as he spoke, and I found myself hanging on to every word. Of course, Generosasis. I'd been here two months now; it was only natural that I'd adapted to calling the town by its proper name.