Scary Stories Minecraft Novels & Stories

There is just something about the dark that is so scary. I might be a werewolf but those ghost stories do scare the hell out of me. I kept imagining seeing things as we walked through the forest. A tree that looked like a giant person, a short person with a big head and no eyes. ‘Ahhhhh, what in the world is wrong with you? You are supposed to be the strongest, bravest she-wolf but here you are being afraid of ghosts,' my wolf said and I chuckled. I did that to wake her up, she had been too quiet for my liking.

Like👍 before reading please. . 💔Hidden Scars💔 (Pain within😭) . . ✏Written By: _____Authoress Kamara✍_____ . . 😍Episode 17😍 . . 😎Reece😎 "And if I see you near her, i'll kill you, got that?". I threatened them. The group of football jocks in Haven High. "Alright Carter, we got it". Their stupid captain said. I watched as they left the party, good.

"Thanks so much." Logan gave the old female some coins before they left and continued their tour. "This is the territory of the Clan of the ghost" he uttered pointing at the huge kingdom before them. "Stop Danny" he commanded and Danny did. "Wow, looks terrifying. Any mortal will shit in his/her pants if they sight this kingdom." "Lol. Nothing is terrifying here. Just vultures, skulls, Red pieces of clothes, spiders, snakes, and rumbling of the sky." "Is that all you see? And who told you there aren't mortals who got phobia for spiders and snakes? Also, do you think it's everyone that can bear the different sounds going on?"

Everyone was happy until they played a game which they shouldn’t have The fun they were having wasn’t enough for them, they desired for some scare and that they got. They decided to tell each other spooky stories. The oldest kid among them told the story of what happened to the owners of the house—of course he didn’t tell it as it happened because no one knows what exactly happened and so to fill that void he added more than he should to the story to make it spookier—it’s not like you could blame the kid

Needless to say, they possessed very scary appearances. Lucas and Stella were heading toward the Northern State. "Lucas the Demon, do you know that this is the Northern State?!" Stella said to Lucas. "No idea." Lucas shook his head. Stella was stunned, and she told the entire story of the Northern State to Lucas. "So, you’re scared?" Lucas looked at Stella. His comment stunned Stella. She was curious whether or not Lucas would be scared of anything. "Awoo, awoo!" At that split second, numerous zombies came charging toward Lucas.

Her chest heaved as she panted, her gaze locked onto mine. Jayleen turned towards her, his eyes softening at her evident fear. His lycan-red eyes reverted back to their natural brown, concern etched across his face. "Skye, what are you doing here?" he asked, his voice barely audible in the silent night. But Skye's attention was fixated on me. Her fear was palpable, and it brought a twisted sense of pleasure to me. I reveled in the sight of her fear, in the power I held over her.

According to Sasha, who was the first to reply, the second floor was a fungi forest of doom. Specifically, there were mushroom monsters on the second dungeon floor equipped with the most annoying abilities. “So the mushrooms can explode into a puff of spores that will give the player negative effects?” The more he read his party members’ replies, the more confused Zen was. Akiko claimed there were vampire bats, but Oritha claimed there were suicide bomber mushrooms similar to the black egg from the event. Sasha claimed there was a mushroom that could swim and warned Zen about riding on it. Why would anyone even think about riding a mushroom?

I chewed on the inside of my cheek, scrolling further, trying different keywords. There were no reports of anything shady. No horror stories. Just a lingering air of mystery, of exclusivity. And desire. A few anonymous posts hinted at things left unsaid. "You’ll never be the same after." "Your darkest fantasies, waiting to be unlocked." "I was scared, but I shouldn’t have been." My breath hitched, hands tightening around my phone. I leaned back on the couch, dragging my fingers across the embossed lettering of the invitation once more.

The air between them shimmered like heat rising from summer roads. The border. The stone circle. William's bedtime stories flooded back. Wolves the size of horses. The Lycan King who skinned trespassers alive and hung their bodies from trees as warnings. Cross into Shadowpeak and you belonged to him, every part of you, forever. I'd laughed at those stories once, before I understood what monsters really looked like. "There!" A man's voice behind me, rough and eager. "She went this way!" I looked at the shimmering air, at certain death on one side, then back at certain torture on the other.

He was lying face down, and face up, all at once. I live in that house now. I am the village "fixer." And every night, I listen to the scratching beneath the floorboards. I don't fear the ones that crawl. I fear the ones that wait. Because now I know that the most terrifying thing in the world isn't death—it’s a corpse that refuses to close its eyes.