Scary Legends Novels & Stories

Screaming. A woman… She was beautiful. Elegant. Long black hair. Brown eyes filled with tears. Bold red lipstick. She was reaching out to me. Who was she? Why… why did she look like me? Then— something strange happened. The cold vanished. My body… felt hot. Too hot. And then… A voice in my head. “Help! Someone help me, please…” More flashes. A grand ballroom. Fire. Screams. A mirror shattering. A voice screaming my name—

But soon, she would understand the consequences of being miserly. One day, while Greta was mocking me as usual, Hilda gleefully watched on. She walked into the living room with a glass of water to keep her throat hydrated. However, her movements were cautious, and she shuffled around nervously. As she was about to sit down, I suddenly shouted, "Ah!" Startled, she plopped down onto the chair, and there was a loud popping sound. Hilda let out an ear-piercing scream. Trembling, she glanced downward and saw that her pants were completely soaked. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she fainted on the spot.

Lugars appeared much earlier than werewolves, and therefore the terrible events of those ancient times, when wolf demons destroyed entire villages, were stored in the memory of people. - Your knowledge is outdated. I don’t feel embarrassed that I’m standing half-naked. There is no male interest in their views, only hatred, fierce and undisguised. My beauty and smell have no effect. - Melissa. Brandon grabbed his hand. - There are a lot of them. - Find the legend. - finally I threw and hurried to the meadow. It’s really time for us to leave, they move not only on foot, but also in cars. Here we are powerless. She handed the cardigan to the vampire and spoke. We must hurry, they are close.

FREAKY AFTER DARK: CONTENT WARNINGS What You're About To Read This collection doesn't do safe. It doesn't do vanilla. If you're looking for paranormal romance where the monsters are basically humans with extra features, keep scrolling. Freaky After Dark is unapologetically filthy paranormal erotica where supernatural beings act like the feral, dominant, possessive creatures they actually are. These stories are designed for readers who've been waiting for monster romance that actually commits to the monster part.

I would do anything to make sure my baby is safe. " Meet me at the parking lot after your shift" she said ********* After my shift, I went to the parking lot with a pepper spray in my bag. "What took you so long Claire" said the elderly lady " I had some last minute errands to run" I said "I am Mary Wyatt" she said " You already know who I am so no need for introduction" I said " What do you know about werewolves Claire" she asked " They are myths and do not exist in real life" I said

Big and dangerous that will no doubt have grave consequences for us all. Especially the one who has hired us all to this Facility. He is mad with a desire for eternal life. He has mages visit us sometimes to do different experiments on the Subject. What they do to him is beyond me. It sometimes appears back in its room with strange black markings on its body. After a few days though; the markings just disappear. This place fills me with dread, and I don’t know how much longer I can continue to work for these kinds of people. The work here greatly tests one’s faith in God.

He bowed, then opened the door and walked out. "And if they do mate?" I asked him again as soon as he sat down, not bothering to mask how I was feeling. "Well, a Lycan's bite is lethal. Lycanthropy refers to madness. So she or he will go mad and die. Why are you asking all these questions?" "No reason; I just got curious. I may need to experiment on new ways to kill people who used to get on my nerves when I worked at the hospital." He snorted, "You may get punished though, but first, both of you need to get mated first for you to be able to kill anyone," he whispered suggestively.

Look at the f*cktard, waking me up by pulling my leg and now that I fell, he didn’t even helped me to get up. I just shake my head before standing up. … “So, what’s your plan?” Caleb asked while we’re walking in the sea shore. “I don’t know. Maybe I’ll just relax now. I won’t stressed about someone that’s creepy,” I said and laughed but he remained silent. I told him about the one who is texted me and called but didn’t introduce himself. He asked me what my plan was, how I could stop it. He even said that one day I might disappear after being told that I was dead. Well, I hope that won’t happen.

Sheila replied slowly, sighing deeply when she saw Lucille shoot up from the bed, incredulity shining in her eyes. "That's not possible!" Lucile shrieked, shaking her head. No, this can't be happening. This must be a dream. She thought, blinking her eyes intermittently, as if to wake herself up from a frightful dream. "Lucille, sit. Let me tell you a story, of who I really am, who you really are; and why the dream may be a warning; for I know who is Legardo." Sheila stated calmly, knowing that whatever was happening now, and would happen after and during the time that she would tell her daughter about her real origin would be understood by her. She would never blame her daughter, rather she

Jones stared at Claire as she whispered, “What happened next?” Suddenly, she was a little girl again. He used to tell her scary stories about werewolves, vampires, fae, and warlocks. May hated it, but he couldn’t say no when his little niece looked up at him with big eyes and asked so politely for a story. He would always stopped at the climax, sighed dramatically, and say that it’s too scary. She would grab his hand and say she wasn’t scared, that she would be brave. She would ask, so excited, “What happened next?”