Novel & Cerita Scary Yarn Stories

SAELYNA I find it extremely weird, suspicious and emphatically quite convenient that he has a rope with him. A strong one, no less, laced with strange blue and red wires that make it look more sinister than it seems to be. 'Yirrow,' he says when he catches my sight, catching me off balance at the same time, 'They used it to bind wolf-genns back at Hennack'. Cyran wags his brows dramatically. 'I honestly thought you spoke once an hour,' he mutters. He still is very leery of them both, as I am, even with the pointed ears. 'We are not your enemy,' the girl says. 'I guarantee you aren't,' Cyran says, regarding her with a blank look.

"From one of Mom's memories." "Oh, right. The vestiges." Scarlett leaned over to Shawn's shoulder and sighed dejectedly. "I didn't think my life would be something I like to read about in my bed every night. Even when I dream of it as just fantasy or fanfiction." "Welcome to the Mythic world, Scar. Where nothing makes sense or reason." Shawn quipped. Scarlett hummed a laugh. He wrapped an arm around her, embracing her periodically cold-blooded pale skin. Shawn paid no mind to it at all.

asked one of them. “I have some back in the room. It’s for the sleepover.” replied the other. “I’m so excited!” “Me too! I can’t wait for the Bloody Mary! I will be the one to try it out first!” “Oh my gee! Are we going to read some creepypasta stories for the scary parts?” “Yes! And I heard Nympha will also tell us some true supernatural stories when she was still in the Philippines!”

By now, we’ve all had more than a few drinks, and we’re halfway between tipsy and passed out. “Let’s tell scary stories,” Laura, one of my friends, suggests. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Kara asks. “These woods are spooky at night. I have to be able to sleep, you know.” “Maybe we should call one of those hunky forest rangers for you,” I suggest with a laugh. “He’d better bring a friend,” Laura says. “Or twelve,” Diana, another friend of mine, adds. We all laugh, and Laura starts in on the first story about night walkers, ghostly figures who march through the forest.

“Fine, we’ll let Hellfire tell us a ghost story.” “I don’t know any ghost stories,” I say. “What about you, Siren?” Venom asks her. “Nope.” “Well, then, it’s time the two of you become good at making up stories,” Intrigue says. For the next couple of hours, while Hacker and Sphinx work in the van, the rest of us make up ghost stories. I have to admit, Raptor is really good at making up scary stories and Intrigue is as well. Megan’s aren’t terrible, but Venom’s are, as they said, pretty stupid. I’m not sure mine are any better, but I made up one about the ghost that lives in the river, and it made everyone glance at the river we’re sleeping beside more than once.

EMILI The fire crackled, and Enzo was telling the worst ghost story I had ever heard in my life. “...and then the wolf opened the door, and the grandmother wasn’t the grandmother—she was a vampire wearing a wig...” “Enzo,” Lyra said, “if you don’t shut up, I’m going to be the monster in your story.” “It’s a classic.” “It’s garbage. Sit down and stop ruining the night.”

Lydia stared at me for a moment before letting out a long sigh. “You’re unbelievable, but what if something happens." she muttered. “Lydia, stop thinking like that,” I said, shaking my head. “I don’t know,” she replied with a suspicious look. “I’m just saying… the guy sounds like some rich hotshot. What’s his name again?” “Jack,” I answered, almost bursting into laughter. “See? Even the name sounds dangerous,” Lydia said dramatically. “What if Jack spreads your legs and eat you alive. It’s been a long time since you got a proper...”

What the hell? This can’t be! I’m probably seeing wrong, they just look alike. I gulped, looking away. “Are you okay?” Frank whispered close to me, his hand gently rubbing my palm. I slowly looked at him, forcing a smile on my face. “Of course.” I nodded, feeling a lump in my throat. “I just hurt my nail,” I lied, picking up my purse while avoiding looking at him. “Uncle Frank!” The young man cheered, walking towards us, my body shook from his presence, I could feel the hair on my skin rise in both excitement and fear.

The first scream wasn’t ordinary. It ripped through Grey’s mansion like a curse ... a sound that made Scarlet's heart drop. The mood turned heavy, choking ... and someone yelled from the other room, “He’s convulsing! Alpha Zyn is convulsing!” Scarlet’s wolf stirred inside her, low and uneasy. Mira grabbed her arm. “Scarlet, don’t. We can’t get involved in their bloody rites. They’ll not think twice before getting rid of you."

“Tell Mama what’s wrong.” "I dreamt," she sniffs, looking up at her with streaming eyes. "There were so many wolves howling and then I saw a dead person. An old woman who had a really pretty blue necklace. She was on the bed and everyone by her was crying!" Scarlett exhales slowly and tugs her into her arms. "Oh, sweetheart. That sounds horrible!" She whispers, nuzzling into her hair. "But you were just dreaming. You're safe. I swear it. There's nothing to harm you here."