Scary Stories Novels & Stories

I darted my eyes away quickly-- "You promised," Al said all of a sudden. "What?" I paused in surprise. "No question asked," Al smirked, holding out his hand to me. I was grateful that he didn't ask into it. Night fell. So the thing about horror stories is that-- The fear kicks in only at dark nights when you are alone, not when you are at the crowded theater or on the bright street. Meaning-- I couldn't fall asleep that night. Turns out it's a bit hard to fall asleep when you don't close your eyes because you feel the need to stare at everything with alert.

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.

Sarah encouraged him. He growled and obliged, railing me so hard the bed creaked. I came again around his cock, my screams muffled by Sarah’s pussy. She came shortly after, flooding my mouth. We kept switching—Jake taking me from behind while I ate Sarah’s pussy, then Sarah riding my face while Jake fucked her, then all three of us in a sweaty, tangled pile of limbs, mouths, and cocks. Fingers everywhere. Tongues. Dirty words spilling constantly: “Step-mommy’s slutty daughter,” “Fill your stepsister,” “Cum in Mommy’s mouth.”

When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.

I asked again and smiled when she shook her head. “Good girl. So you will strip and sit on that couch while you fuck yourself in front of me. No sounds, understood?” “B-but what if I slip out a sound by accident? And what if they see me—” “The projector captures only this far.” I gestured from my desk to the window. “So you're safe. And if you slip out a sound by accident, that means more punishment because you'll be letting others hear what was meant to be just mine.”

Tonight was our first official sleepover in the treehouse, and we'd dragged up sleeping bags, flashlights, and enough snacks to last a week. "Tell me a scary story," Avy said, settling into her sleeping bag. "I don't know any scary stories." "Make one up." "Okay, um..." I pointed my flashlight at my face for dramatic effect. "Once upon a time, there was a girl who read so many books that her eyes fell out." "That's not scary, that's stupid." "Fine. There was a boy who was so bad at football that the football grew teeth and ate him." Avy giggled. "You're terrible at this."

"But you did! And now I can't even walk into my own house without seeing you all over him. I can't unsee that, Sara. You're disgusting. A whore!" I flinched, but I didn't move. "You're right to hate me. I hate myself too. But please—put the knife down. You're scaring me." She laughed. A hollow, cracked sound. "Oh, now you're scared?" "Layla," Carson said carefully, stepping closer, "Give me the knife." "No!" she snapped. "I want her out! I want her gone! I don't want a filthy girl like that around my dad!"

It lifts him off the ground “No” I’m screaming over and over again, “don’t do this.” But the monster won’t stop. Zac doesn’t know what’s happening but he can tell by the worry in my voice that something is wrong. The monster lets out a ferocious roar before biting Zac’s arm off and swallowing it. Zac lets out a painful scream before fainting, than the monster swallows him whole.

“Nah, we are going to the Werewolf Den. That is where we are supposed to mate because that is where the full moon alights the most.” “Is that an Alpha thing or you are just making it up?” “It is where I want to have my first sex so I can make it more sophisticated.” He laughed harder and hit the things around him. “That is the most cringe thing I have ever heard in my whole life.” “Well, I guess that is me. A cringe Alpha.” “Are you scared about mating? I mean I have met most people and asked them about their first time, and they were always nervous.” “I-“

Eventually, with time, more and more of these presences will find a place in these vacant and unoccupied spaces, and more people will be aware of them causing more fear that they can feed on. And the vicious cycle continues... So we begin a whole bunch of stories connected to these academic places, dear reader. We truly hope you like them. Enjoy! +++++++ Hi there, guys! I’ve been a member of this page (Paramdam) for a few months now, but this is the first time I’m going to share a story with everyone. It’s a bit on the long side, but it’s worth it, so please bear with me. Ever since I was a kid, I’ve loved listening to or reading those scary kinds of stories. It’s become a family tradition f