Scary Stories Monsters Novels & Stories

"They think it's funny because of my name. It’s just a joke." "Stay away from them, Rose.” He grabbed my arm, his grip surprisingly strong. “Do you hear me? Those men... they aren't businessmen. They’re monsters. They’re dangerous." "I know, Dad," I whispered, tears stinging my eyes. "I know." But as I drove, all I could feel was the pulsing ache between my legs. I was terrified of them, but God, I was already craving the way they took me. I was a couple of days away from being their captive, and I was already drowning in the need for their touch.

I didn’t know whether to thank him or scream at him. “They weren’t from the academy. They had strange marks, old language carved into their skin. Shapeshifters, I think,” he explained. I didn’t even know if I believed him, but the way he said it — flat, matter-of-fact, like it wasn’t even worth questioning -- made me believe him anyway. It was always like this with me. Always something trying to find me, drag me down, pull me apart. I couldn’t remember the last time I wasn’t looking over my shoulder.

Mira closed her eyes. Summer had started with music through the walls. Now it ended with silence. And sometimes— The scariest monsters aren’t strangers at the door. They’re the ones who once called you family.

Hailee screamed, but no one could hear her. She saw monsters running around, ripping people's hearts from their chests and ripping their necks apart to guzzle the blood that oozed from their bodies. After that they would howl with a loud satisfaction that was equally chilling. She continued standing there and watched as the whole thing took place in a flash.

The thought makes me sad. It saddens me to know that I will never be normal. That things like feeding on peopleand growing wings are now my new norm. But the scariest thing is how Sky is going to take this is he ever finds out. The thought that he might hate me or worse, be scared of me hurts me way more than I thought it would. I can already see it in my mind, me begging him to stay and him running away from the monster that is me. He will be repulsed by my wings and he might even resend the fact that I can read minds, his included.

"You're a hothead, Nicodra, and a fool." "Untrustworthy," he spits, "unstable... dangerous." "That may be so, but you're the one on your way out," I seethe and plunge the blade into his chest. He yells and coughs until blood spurts from his mouth and trails down his jaw. "It was your mistake-believing you were strong enough." He fights to make words, but the blood clogs his throat. "You're right. We are monsters, but not because we shift into ones, not because the wolf lives inside all of us. What you fear... it's the human."

That night, the doll suddenly activated. Its soft, stuffed arm shot straight into my throat. I jolted awake, clawing at my neck, trying to call for my mother, but no sound came out. By the next day, I had a raging fever and couldn't stop throwing up. I cried, trying to tell my mother what happened, but all that came out were broken, garbled sounds. She tossed me a pack of cold medicine. "If you can't even talk, then be quiet for once. I'm exhausted after work."

"We'll be fine,stay in this room and lock the door. Don't open it for anyone except us." "I'm scared." "Good. That means you're smart." He kissed my forehead and it felt protective and possessive at the same time. "We'll be back soon and when we come back, Marcus Shaw won't be a problem anymore." I watched all three of them walk out. Kai cracked his knuckles. Luca's sweet face looked cold. Dante moved like a man going to war. I locked my door and sat on my bed with my knees pulled to my chest. I'd just set three wolves on Marcus and part of me hoped they destroyed him.

This was not just a home. It was a vault of power. A graveyard of empires. A place where monsters were not born—but made. And as the door shut behind us with a soft, final click, I knew one thing with terrifying certainty: Whatever we were about to ask… This place had heard it before.

And finally, everyone observed the hundreds of monsters that appeared to be blobs of water but had crimson, ominous eyes. "Grrrh!!!" They all assumed their stances and prepared their weapons. The mages had no choice but to wield the short blades that they always carried. They realized they were in the biggest danger since all of their strength had been locked away. … "Grrh!!!" A horrible shriek was heard, followed by scores more identical screams. The initial cry would make anyone's heart skip a beat, but the chorus and the army of monsters spawning would stop anyone's heart. "What in the world are those?" Looking at the monsters with basic features created of hail, I said. They resembled sn