Spooky Guys Novels & Stories

"Just don't be afraid of me. If it bothers you, don't look." With those words, he seemed to dissolve into a thick stack of black fog. His face peered from the center and took on a horrifying, almost demonic appearance, with glowing red eyes and elongated features made of the same fog. Emily opened her mouth in a silent scream, but the only sound that emerged was an almost inaudible squeak. "Don't look," he commanded, his voice sounding like a haunted howl of wind. "Hold on tight," he instructed as the group barreled through the line of werewolves and into the night.

Halloween 1986 On this special Halloween night, Sunny, James, and Rory had made plans to go to a nightclub located in Baltimore City. This nightclub was called The Golden Hammer, and it was a very fun place to be as it had big hair bands that performed rock music on stage. The Golden Hammer was a former brewery built of solid brick with high ceilings and exposed wooden beams, which gave it a really unique look. This club brought the biggest names in the music world together for packed, sweaty, and unforgettable performances. It was known for throwing spectacular Halloween parties every year, with elaborate decorations and costumes that added to the overall atmosphere. It was truly a hotspot

My eyes closing and sleep taking over me. Once again the faces of my past haunted my dreams. Only this time I could place each one by name. Mum, Dad, Lilith, Lucas, Darren, Lucifer, and the last face was the scariest of them all, the man who came for my mother. Lucien, my Uncle.

Five minutes later the doctor appeared carrying a bag of trash, he threw it in the bin and left. **** Back in my house in the suburbs, I packed the blood bags in my underground freezer. It was a perfect house for the likes of me, who had two lives to live. Apparently in Salem neighbors would knock on your door to tell you to keep the volume down or just check on you, bring their pie for you to test-the one they tried to cook with YouTube tutorials. A fire in the neighborhood would get police knocking on each door to check on the well-being of the occupants. There was a chance someone would have seen the blood bags. It was just a precaution. After keeping my blood away, I came back to the upp

Enzo explained and Callum snapped his eyes in horror. "Otherwise they would have harmed Stephen". He said in a terrified tone. "They wouldn’t have actually. Since Stephen is hybrid. It's a bit different with him. The pack would have stood by him. Ace and Zol are vampires. They can only punish a vampire. Are you getting my point"? This time Max spoke.

“Spook houses.” A second later, her eyebrows shot up high. “Oh, wow. I just learned the urban dictionary definition for spook house.” “Really?” Izzy crowded right back into Haven’s space, trying to see the screen for herself. “What is it?” “Don’t—” I started, lifting my hand to intercede, but Charlie was already quoting the text. “—The act of kneeling in front of a standing woman and eating pussy while simultaneously rubbing her tits. If done correctly, it makes a ghoulish scene.”

"The S-tier Malevolent Phantom claims to be Malachar, and I figured out that he and Hall of Souls are working together. Maybe because they lost several Black Soul Scouts and the entire laboratory recently, he's desperate to kill me." Donna looked at the man in the video, her expression not showing much. She returned the phone to Felix and said, "I know this Malachar guy. He definitely is an S-tier Malevolent Phantom—and the craziest one." Craziest? Felix quickly asked, "What do you mean 'craziest'?" Donna explained, "Us S-tier Malevolent Phantoms don't have a clear way of forming groups, but we can roughly categorize ourselves. For example, Specter and I are the type who live for ourselves.

“Carl, these guys are S.H.A.D.E. the Syndicate for Harnessing Anomalous Destruction and Entropy. They’re kind of the opposite of Control. Instead of trying to contain and protect society from the paranormal and preserve normalcy, these guys believe in exploiting the paranormal.” Bob seemed pleased with that description, grunting in approval. He addressed me. “So you’re new and you didn’t know about us, huh? Wanna switch sides? The world’s boring. Why not break it? Harness the chaos. Rule the unknown.”

“It’s my face.” “No way!” A few students looked at them, but Aarav didn’t notice. He removed a notebook from his bag and tore out a blank sheet of paper. “So, what—you’re like a spider boy or something?” “Just my face. The rest of me is human.” Aarav wrote his name on the paper. “Cool. How’d that happen?” “I was just born that way. Now, shh.” Jeff raised a finger to his mouth. “I’m trying to hear the lecture.”

Spencer asked as they ducked into his car. “For me? Not that bad. For you?” she laughed. “Just be prepared. Those two are like vultures for spilled tea.” “I look forward to it,” he smirked. All the radio stations were filled with news about Will, Alex, and Ghost. The coverage was extensive and inescapable. They listened as they got closer to their destination, horrified at the details they learned. “This Ghost guy is terrifying,” Jess shuddered. “You never saw him?” Spencer asked. “You know… when they took you?”