Spooky Guys Novels & Stories

I scream. Once that woman left I called my best hacker, tracker, and best friend Leo, also known as ghost around the family. He came in sensing my bad mood he got us both two glasses of scotch. Leo is only twenty-two but he's old for his age, life made him mature early. He joined the family a few years after me and even with the age gap between us, we became friends. He waited till I'm calm before asking me what's wrong.

Sharon said. “ Random guys you say ? ” Muna said as she narrowed her eyes at them and noticed that the two guys standing some distance away from them had yellow eyes which identifies them as werewolves. Could it be what she's thinking ? She remembered aunt Evelyn telling her that Jayden might send spies from his park to watch over her and now seeing those werewolves standing some distance away she couldn't help but think that she was right after all. “ No those are Jayden's spies he sent them to follow me around ” Muna said frowning.

One by one, figures clad in crimson armor, each wielding a crimson machete, emerged from the distorted spaces in the sky. Though devoid of any sign of life, they exuded a formidable and eerie presence. "What's this?" Sean muttered, his eyes narrowing. Simon and everyone below were taken aback by the appearance of these bloody figures, their eerie presence sending shivers down their spines. It seemed that these figures, who had emerged from the distorted spaces, were not humans but rather monstrous entities, or perhaps soulless husks—walking corpses!

Anxious as they were, they tried their best to maintain their composure just to leave a good impression on my foster siblings. Raymond and Donald exchanged a glance and sneered with disdain. In their minds, I was just an orphan. Where would I suddenly get parents from? Raymond waved his hand in disgust to chase them away. "Get lost, you scammers. Can't even give it a rest on Halloween! Don't delay us. “We are going out to buy our sister a gift and celebrating the holiday!" Just as they were about to slam the door, a large hand grabbed the door panel, holding it open with an astonishing amount of force.

“And?” “About three young adult males, Caucasian, all wearing ‘Vote for Bob’ t-shirts and ‘Mutts Suck’ bandanas across their necks.” He huffed in disgust. “We caught two of them a couple blocks from here, and they’ve given up the hiding place for the third one, who we should catch pretty quickly here.” My brow furrowed. “Did they say if they were working for anyone?” Officer Dunnigan shook his head. “Other than ‘what’s right and pure’ and ‘pureblooded werewolves everywhere,’ no.” He rolled his eyes, as though that were the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard—and I wouldn’t have been surprised if it had been.

I looked at him and asked, "Who are you?" "Shhh." He shut me up again saying, "Let's talk later." I grabbed his collar and said, "Answer me." He sighed and came closer whispering, “Ghost, Spectre, Apparition, The Undead, Remnants of Evil things. You have many names for us. The most popular of these are Vampires."

Just eyes watching with a hunger you could feel in your bones. “Specters,” Silas said, the word leaving his mouth like a spit of terror. “They’re specters. Children of Umbros. Creatures of pure shadow. Lycán claws can’t hurt them.” “How many?” Alaric asked. Damián burst in from the perimeter at full speed, shifting as he reached us, his face ashen. “Five. They’re surrounding us. They came out of nowhere when the moon went out.” When the moon went out. When I sang. When my mouth opened a door I didn’t know existed—and whatever was on the other side stepped through.

But, no matter how hard he convinces himself, the fear of losing his only son haunts him constantly. When the visiting hour is up, Larry came home with a bottle of cheap rum. He drunk everything even though he doesn't really know how to drink alcoholic beverages. Even when he was young, he never really learned how to be a cool kid. --------------------- "Hello, Mr. Swanson. Good evening!" One of the high school student greeted Robert when he entered the Sunnyville Milkshake shop. He was about to grab some dinner when he saw the bullies drinking milkshakes together. They are all having fun after classes, all while one of the schoolmates is in the hospital.

“This is about to get messy…” As Josh listened more he caught the name. The four guys who walked in were members of The Ghosts, a gang known for their ruthless reputation and the fear they left in their wake. They weren’t just infamous, they were the kind of people no one wanted to cross. Wherever they showed up, trouble followed, and from the way the entire party fell silent, it was clear everyone knew it. The group walked in confidently, completely unfazed by the attention they were getting. One of them, a tall guy, known as ‘Reaper’, with slicked-back hair and an expensive-looking leather jacket smirked as he scanned the room to see everyone looking at him and his friends.

"It's been a while, but your temper is still terrible, Mr. Cumur!" Everyone turned to see the eerie sight of six black-clad figures shrouded in black smoke. "Black robes, black smoke… Are you the Ghostly Six?!" someone exclaimed in recognition. They were sextuplets who had cultivated in the dark arts. Now, their bodies were no more than phantoms, and they were said to be unbeatable! "I don't believe you were invited!" Zark growled coolly, while everyone else assumed combat stances, ready for a fight.