Scary Stories To Read Online Novels & Stories

.. Tales of vampires and ghosts can only be seen in movies or in mystery books created by authors with deep imaginary thinking. They are Made up stories and nothing more. Maybe I was wrong! I tried to control my nerves but heavy fear gripped me. I shined the torchlight towards the direction of the noise but nothing looked odd. I swallowed hard and took a minute to gather my nerves before taking another step forward.

Every time their eyes met, he gave her that knowing smirk. After dinner, the parents went to bed early, exhausted from the long drive. The cabin fell quiet except for the crackling fire in the living room. Sara tried to read on the couch. Callum sat in the armchair across from her, legs spread, watching her like a predator. "You have been staring at the same page for ten minutes," he said, his voice low. "What is on your mind, Sara?" She snapped the book shut. "Nothing that concerns you."

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

A murmur spread through the hall — someone laughed, someone asked, “What do you mean, sir?” Raghavan replied, “We will tell stories. One by one. Stories of fear. But remember — every story must carry the scent of truth. Because fear… does not live in lies.” A cold shiver ran through the room. Some students protested, but the professor only smiled and said, “If you don’t believe me, let’s begin with my story.” And slowly, he sat down. The candlelight flickered across his face — and he began to speak.

WARNING‼️ THIS STORY IS A PARANORMAL STORY 🔞 Chapter 1 My skin felt sticky from sweat as I peeled off my damp shirt and stepped closer to the tall antique mirror I had dragged out of the closet earlier. I wiped sweat from my neck and stared at my reflection, for a second everything matched. Then my reflection smiled a heartbeat after I did. My pulse jumped. I blinked hard and shook my head I was just tired that was all. I turned away to grab a towel but something made me glance back. My reflection stared at me, eyes darker, lips parted.

"And we had to spend it with uncle Marco and all he wanted to do was watch boring news all day!" "Urgh! News! So disgusting!" Andrew gagged and stuck out his tongue. I laughed softly, glad that their days had gone normal. I had this irrational fear that Cian would find them and hurt them badly. "Which story should I read?" "Cinderella!" They both chorused. "Alright." I got up and went over to the shelf of bedtime stories they had. I selected Cinderella. "You're ignoring me?" The voice of my wolf filled my head, sharp and judging.

I raise my hands, making my flames bigger while Julie and Austin cower in the corner. "We're not cockroaches. Get away from us with those flames." Julie screams, trying to hide behind her dad. My dad and I move closer. "Shift, and I'll move away. Come on, let me see what you are. I bet you can't do it. Okay, it's time for some barbecued bitch and bitches’ father." I reach for them, and Julie screams. Suddenly, she and Austin shift. My dad and I step back. This was not what I was expecting. We look at each other and burst out laughing. I have to say it's fitting. They're rats.

Strum to it, what have you! If you liked this story you might like some of my other ones! You can read my works on G*****a, I****t, and W*****d! I always write under the name H.R. Harney. Happy Halloween! HRH

She tried washing it off, but it's still there. "Was he really a ghost?" She murmured while looking at herself. Hours passed and her aunt came back from her relatives carrying left overs, stories, and gossip just like any other middle-aged woman like her. Lisa didn't really mind, she could use something to entertain her other than her books or watching TV. "How was your first night alone? Were you scared? I could feel a cold presence sometimes." Bianca asked her while putting away the things she brought with her. Lisa smiled at her. "It's a little cold, but I slept just fine."

Surprisingly, the man had agreed to my daughter’s request without a hint of hesitation and the pair of us had laid down on either side of Abby. He indulged in her next request with a bedtime story, albeit a rather peculiar one. I had expected a fairy tale along the lines of Little Red Riding Hood or Sleeping Beauty, but his tale was about a werewolf. Not the most appropriate story for inducing a sleepy child, but Abby was listening with wide, fascinated eyes, so my mouth remained shut on the matter. Well, those eyes were wide about five minutes ago. Now, her eyelids slowly blinked up and down while she crashed from the exciting and scary events of the day. Soren’s voice resonated in low tone