Scary Stories Illustrations Novels & Stories

Marlow guided us through an activity. “Lucas,” she said gently, “can you show Mommy and Daddy how you feel when you think about the scary day?” Lucas hesitated, then slowly drew a picture on a piece of paper. It was a simple but heartbreaking image—a stick figure of a small boy surrounded by dark shadows. I felt my chest tighten as I knelt beside him. “That must have been really scary, sweetheart,” I said softly, my voice trembling. “But Daddy and I are here now. You’re safe.”

And I was certain that there would be no escaping what was to follow. “I like that,” he said, his words coming from even closer than before.I gulped and froze in place. Every one of my nerve cells stilled, and my brain dissolved. I couldn’t focus on making a plan for an escape. I couldn't think of anything but fear. A fear that had possessed my whole body.A maniacal laughter echoed in the room. “Not giving me what I want, hmm, doll?" I could practically see his eyebrow popping up in question.What did he look like? Was he skinny or fat, short or tall? Was he blond or with darker features? I guess I would never know what my murderer looked like.

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

As her fingers brushed against them, a cold feeling ran up her arm. The writing inside was the same as the journals. Runes. Symbols she couldn’t read. But this time… it wasn’t just words. There were illustrations. And the moment her eyes landed on them— Her blood turned cold. The drawings were horrifying. Creatures with twisted horns, long claws, and wings that looked torn and unnatural. Their faces were distorted, some almost human… but not quite. Their eyes were drawn with such detail that it felt like they were staring right back at her.

The cover was embossed with a symbol that looked like a twisted, enraged claw mark. Nate crossed the room, the ghost sense of Kieran’s touch still tingling on his skin. He stood beside his chair, close enough to feel the warmth coming from him, and peered down at the pages. The script was old, but the images were brutally clear: depictions of wolves, but different. They were monstrously big, their musculature exaggerated and vicious, with four separate, scary sets of fangs in their gaping maws.

Look closer. Her gaze settled on a particularly weathered book tucked away near the corner. Its cover was simple, but a faint embossed design caught the light - a pair of intertwined wolves beneath a crescent moon. The image sent a shiver down her spine, and her fingers tingled as she pulled it from the shelf. She opened it carefully, the pages crackling with age. The script was ornate, the kind that took a moment to decipher, but the accompanying illustrations made her breath catch. Drawings of wolves with hollowed eyes and jagged teeth, their forms twisted and monstrous, filled the margins.

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.

A prominent brow ridge cast a shadow over its beady eyes, which gleamed with a malevolent intensity. The ogre's nose was flat and wide, and its mouth was a twisted, cruel line. A tangle of black hair sprouted from its scalp, framing its ugly face like a wild halo. The ogre's arms were thick and muscular, ending in massive fists that seemed capable of crushing a boulder. Despite the crude nature of the illustration, the ogre seemed to radiate a palpable aura of menace, as if it might leap off at any moment and wreak havoc on me. I shuddered at the thought, feeling a primal fear stir deep within my chest.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as I ran my fingers over the embossed title: Nightstalkers; Hunting the Creatures of the Night. As I opened the book, I felt a shiver run down my spine. The pages were old and worn, their corners curling up from years of use. The illustrations within were both beautiful and terrifying, depicting hunters fighting against the creatures I had come to learn about; werewolves, vampires, and other beasts of the night. As I read through the book, I felt my heart racing with excitement and fear. I learned about the different types of hunters and their techniques for tracking and killing these dangerous creatures. Fear overtook me as I thought of Dorian, fighting ag

I asked and they both nodded enthusiastically. "Yes!" The twins chorused, but Hayley immediately flashed me a defensive glance. She wasn't comfortable with the way this conversation was going, and I knew exactly what she was afraid of. The illustrations in the storybooks were friendly, so the children weren't exactly scared of the painting. However, a real life Werewolf might traumatize them. If they weren't prepared for it, it could scar them mentally. "I don't think now's the right time for that." Hayley said with a forced smile on her face.