Scary Yarn Stories Novels & Stories

That morning i tried escaping after being kidnaped i remember almost hitting a car , the beeping sound rings in my ear each time reminding me i should have died back then . Im scared of the dark. The dark was where i lived for a month where i experienced memories i wish i could forget. Im scared of crowded places. Im scared when i sit at quiet places. I knocked on Josy's door as I thought of what to say .I heard a faint come in and I walked into her room . Josy I'm done with what you asked for ." Yay!! Riley , have a seat you are one step away from achieving your goal . Can I have a look

She flips it open and blinks. “These are nursery rhymes.” “From the Veil-bordering settlements. Passed down for centuries.” Her eyes scan the page. One rhyme reads: When the bramble sighs and bones do creak, Don’t stray from paths, don’t dare to speak. Eyes may glitter, mouths may grin, But speak their name and let them in. Scarlett looks up. “That sounds like a warning not to invite something in.” I meet her gaze and nod, “Yes. Some kind of predator.”

I would do anything to make sure my baby is safe. " Meet me at the parking lot after your shift" she said ********* After my shift, I went to the parking lot with a pepper spray in my bag. "What took you so long Claire" said the elderly lady " I had some last minute errands to run" I said "I am Mary Wyatt" she said " You already know who I am so no need for introduction" I said " What do you know about werewolves Claire" she asked " They are myths and do not exist in real life" I said

Mina said, as she started to pace behind Lucky. “Lynn why are you looking nervous? It’s not like you, if these women were put away when they were teens you wouldn’t even know them. Can you guys just tell us what you’re talking about? Seems like you have friends that will be able to help us on this mission.” Montego said, as all the girls stopped, to look at him. “No I don’t know them, but one year we decided to tell scary stories on halloween and let’s just say they told the story about these girls, and it gave me nightmares for a week after that especially when they showed me it was actually real and they knew them.” Lynn said, shivering.

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.

“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.

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.

“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."

I watch, wary but curious, as the revenant kneels beside Fyre, who lies propped up on rag-stuffed pillows, her breath thin but peaceful for the first time in days. It—he, now, perhaps—speaks in low, lilting tones, telling Fyre stories of old times and older places. Of nights when the moon was red and wolves danced in the snow, of witches who wove their hearts into stones to keep their people safe. Fyre listens, eyelids fluttering, sometimes offering a story in return: of her childhood in the wild lands, of her daughter’s laughter (Aradia, though she does not name her), of mistakes she wishes she could undo.