Spooky Novels & Stories

“There's nothing here, Corpseboy.” “Well of course there's isn't! I wasted last weekend erecting barriers around your property that would give Asmodeus an aneurysm. All that damnable work. And you still wouldn't rub my feet.” He leaned against the counter. “I assumed it was just your garden variety home spirit. Hobgoblins, domovois- they're as common as drops of rain. Mortals are usually oblivious to them, but Damien's clover tincture gives you the Second Sight.” He poured himself a cup of rose hip tea that I'd set to simmer on the counter.

The quarter was as silent as a graveyard when we stormed in around 6:05 pm. Hilda was feeding on a flute of blood and her hands were balled into fists. "I know you are stressed at the moment but two emotions aid a supernatural to feed of the strength of the beast from within." Suzy walked towards Hilda and raised her chin to face her. "Fear of the unknown and anger." I butted in, clearing the junks on a table, and inserted the printed diagram on the table with a thud.

I know I will nearly solve the case. “Ahhh!!!” I heard the father scream and lose his mind and then the wind suddenly blew hard which kills the candlelight. My room is so dark and I can still feel them watching me. They were surrounding me and it made me freeze. I can still hear them. I know I need to be strong even though my fear is already eating me. I can hear the laugh, the scream, the whisper, the weep that makes me so scared and I can’t take it anymore. That is why I grabbed the lighter beside me and I immediately lit the candle and opened my eyes and looked around. They are suddenly gone. They are not here anymore and the atmosphere of my room went normal. I wiped my sweat that contin

screen, in confusion I turn to see what he's looking at and there she is on the screen clinging to another girl, I looked closely at her long brown hair and big wide brown eyes, she was radiating fear "But she needn't worry" Abyss was tipping, the shock caused my heart rate to speed up and I had started sweating and that one word slipped out at the same time Acre said exactly the same thing "MATE".

Hallie suddenly became enraged and she began screaming at Queen Lacy into the darkness. "I can smell you, bitch! Show yourself! I'm not afraid of you!" She yelled into the dark. "Show yourself you nasty bitch!" Hallie screamed again into the nothingness of the night. She suddenly felt her whole body stiffen up and turn to ice. The smell was also becoming more putrid by the second. Hallie knew that the Sprite queen was breathing down her neck right then and she wanted to reach around and grab her by the throat, but when she reached for Queen Lacey, the sprite queen quickly dissipated and she was gone.

Noelle stepped into the mansion slowly, scanning the hall. The house seemed strangely silent and dangerous. She could feel the heaviness of his dark aura. She could sense he was furious. She could feel his gloomy mood even though he was not there. She glanced at the screen of her phone and only found thirty-seven missed calls from her husband. She was unable to receive his call because she forgot her cell phone in the car. Walking into the kitchen she gulped down a glass of water all at once and tried to stop herself from trembling. She didn’t know why she felt scared of her husband. Luther would never hurt her. The only mistake she had made was leaving Xavier with his nanny. Though Xavier h

So I let Trisha know, so she would let Isaac know, so Isaac would let Brandon know and he would do whatever he wanted with it. Brett would call once a week, and his updates kept getting better and better: no new scuffles, Kujo was healthier and stronger than ever, Gina and the children were happy to have been left alone at last, and nobody suspected the male spirit cussing and threatening night visitors in the Rockwell Tunnels wasn’t the infamous Skippy. Quaker Hall was active as hell, and the haunting there was getting more aggressive by the week. Like the dark entities were pissed off about something.

Ava's breath scampered as she helmed through the ominous landscape. As she walked, the atmosphere grew heavier, and a distant howl echoed, sending chills down her spine. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows – a silhouette with piercing eyes that seemed to gleam in the dusk. It was a creature, neither fully mortal nor entirely beast, its sight sending waves of fear through Ava's very core.

Vengeance has not been paid, on the contrary, it is also unjustly killed. Vera step by step closer to see the shadow, in her mind there is only one thought that there is a real ghost here. There's a broom nearby, but are ghosts afraid of brooms? As far as I know, garlic is the most effective thing to keep the spirit from coming near me, so she needs a piece of garlic in her body, but the garlic is not in her body right now, it's in the fridge, and the ghost is in the kitchen, what do you get?

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”