Scary Stories Hooked Novels & Stories

When she came across the Dodge Ram, Bryce was hanging by his feet from the tree that was next to it. Upon closer inspection, she discovered long thin scratches across the body of the pickup truck. Dawn traced them with her fingers and paused when they ended at a bloody hook dangling from a wing mirror. “Oh, crap”, she breathed. She was fully aware of the legend…of the multiple urban legends of the Hook Man. She hoped that this was a macabre coincidence and not the vengeful spirit coming out to play. ~0~

When I stopped, I was breathless. "I think I'm broken," I whispered. "No," he finally said. "You're not broken. You're human. But you are... dangerous." "Dangerous?" "To him. To anyone lucky enough to haunt your dreams." The booth felt too small. Too warm. My fingers curled around the edge of the seat. He leaned closer. Shadows moved behind the screen. "Would you come back next week?" "Why?" "Because I want to hear more. I want to know what happens next."

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?”

She leans in close and sniffs me, her long tangled grey hair tickling my nose. Hearing a demented laugh explode from her, I inwardly cringe while she raises her head and peers at me with the scariest eyes I have ever seen. When they look at me, it's as if I am peering into a deep red abyss, so terrifying that I could only ever imagine it in my worst of nightmares. Her face is grotesque and when she laughs again, I see two teeth. Those two teeth though, look razor sharp like fangs.

============================== After a few hours. Clark and Van are currently talking to their neighborhood friends who are also at the birthday party when they suddenly heard a commotion outside Clark's house. Clark, Van and all of the guests went outside to check what was going on. And much to their surprise, they saw the same creepy man at the Waldorf Reunion party. He was grabbing Bianca's arm, as he is dragging him towards his car. "Hey, what are you doing? Let her go!" Van shouted. He almost forgot how to breath because he is dead worried about Bianca. The creepy man might try to hurt her, and he won't be able to bear it.

Her breathing hitched and her heart picked up it's pace as she thought of it being an obsessed stalker who might kill her at the ending. Suddenly, a person ten times stronger than her grabbed and placed her on his back and sped off into the woods. Wind slapped her face violently as he ran faster than light itself. Her arms unconsciously wrapped themselves around his neck and fear struck her so bad she felt paralyzed to the extent she couldn't scream.

“You’re good at pretending.” Her smile widens, icy. “Years of practice.” I inhale deeply and my eyes close briefly at her body scent. She smells like vanilla, not the oud kind, the soft scent that makes you want to lick it. I compose myself quickly before she notices. I wonder what is wrong with me. Why does this lady draw me in this much? As the night drags on, I do what I always do. Talk business with people who want to ‘invest’ in the company. I knew most of them were wolves who just wanted to stick their noses around and weren’t actually interested in investing, but I played along.

"If it weren't for me, Carlos would have died much earlier. Eleanor, I promised him I'd take care of you for life, but that promise only stands if you don't hurt Daisy." A bitter smile tugged at my lips. I shouldn't have had any expectations left. A sharp pain stabbed through my heart, like claws ripping into me. Suddenly, the world around me spun. The next moment, everything went black, and I lost consciousness. When I opened my eyes again, the smell of antiseptic flooded my senses. The cold white ceiling came into focus. I barely moved my fingers before realizing I was lying on a hospital bed in the infirmary. The werewolf doctor bent over to remove the needle from my arm. His expression w

I grabbed the steel anal hook, slicked it, and without warning shoved it into her pussy while my cock was still buried in her ass. “Fuckkk…. Oh my….!!” She screamed again, voice giving out halfway, turning into a guttural sob that tore something open inside my chest. I hooked the ring at the end of the hook to the back of her collar and pulled, bowing her spine, forcing her to take both holes deeper. Then I fucked her hard, fast and brutal. Each thrust drove the hook deeper, drove my cock deeper, drove her body rocking helplessly between steel and flesh. “Do you fucking think you can crawl into my heart and make it flutter like you own it, huh?” I snarled, my voice was unrecognizable. “You t

As the stories got scarier, I noticed a few of the younger pack members huddling closer to their parents, seeking comfort and reassurance. Soon, it was my turn to share a story. Feeling the weight of the moment, I cleared my throat and began my tale. "In a small village, there was a haunted mansion. It was said that the spirit of a vengeful witch roamed the halls, seeking revenge on anyone who dared to enter her domain..." I let my imagination run wild, conjuring spine-chilling scenes and mysterious characters. The pack leaned in closer, their eyes wide with fascination, hanging onto every word I spoke. The suspenseful atmosphere made my heart race with excitement.