Spooky Writing Novels & Stories

Strong arms, deep voices, bodies that promised trouble. I wiped the dust off the big wooden reading table in the middle of the room. It was old oak, solid and wide, with scratches from years of use. Perfect for what I had in mind. I set up four candles, one for each book, lighting them with a match. The flames flickered soft in the dim light. I placed the books open on the table, pages spread wide. In my pocket, I had the spell from that ancient book I found last month. It talked about making words real. I whispered the words slowly, my voice shaking a bit. The air felt heavy, like before a storm. A strange buzz ran up my arms, making my skin tingle. My chest got tight, nipples poking agains

Not only am I the first ever vampire to exist, but also the first vampire that had the power of three powerful supernatural forces combined - a vampire, a witch, and a werewolf. It was the early 1700s when a witch, my mother, and a werewolf, my father, fell in love with each other. It was beautiful, and the perfect love - one that is one with nature and a beast that resides and takes care of nature and the other animals living in it. They were living peacefully with mortals and the children they were to bear. But at that time, a virus broke among mortals. Nurses and doctors reported that dead bodies in the morgue went missing. Nikleux, my mom and the most powerful witch ever, casted a conosc

Foreseeing the future? ”It seems like it. I mean look at the way the person writes, it’s mostly futuristic stuff and not so much present tense.” We skimmed the pages and it was scary how this person wrote. As is if they could see future events playing out and it seemed as though the person was looking forward to them as well. Relishing in the fact that vampires would one day be extinct. ”They sure didn't like vampires,” I said and shook my head. ”Can you blame them?” Lydia said and my head flew back as if she had pushed me.

She looked at me and signaled for me to continue our act which I did and was patiently waiting while she was writing again something on the paper there was still something she needed to tell me. After she finished writing I read the paper again father’s these pendant holes and it said that are too many but she couldn't only narrow down, to one or two which might help us perfectly in our situation, there was this little spell written over it And then she asked me to look into a book and I couldn’t say it out loud because I love didn’t want me to so I read it very quietly and then I read her let it again it said this is the spell if if you say it out three times the powers independent what cre

It was written in some language. Spiro who had been following Vic was still confused. "This is it!" Vic said excitedly. "What?!" Spiro asked. "The writing on the wall is the key to the opening." "What writing on the wall, I can't find any writing." Spiro was getting more confused. Vic upon realising that no matter what he said, Spiro can't see what he saw and that he is different from him, ( when he had first met with Spiro, he used his detect skill on him and saw that he was a human being ) he stop arguing with Spiro and end it with; "Nevermind!"

Seraphina's POV. The atmosphere was dense and suffocating, with the sensation of the world having drawn itself in at a tender pace, waiting to be unbridled. A haunting shadow shone through the moon's gleaming landscape, creating a sense of terror. The electric shock that engulfed me was something I had predicted would be much more severe than what I initially expected.

Feels like years and minutes all at once. I dipped the pen. And I started to write. About meeting Callis and the strange comfort of her presence. About the dreams – the burning forests, the howling wolves, the moonlight glow. And about the overheard voices, the fear, the sickening reality that the world knows. And the world is not happy. The world is watching. And maybe, just maybe, my baby is getting ready to show them something they weren’t expecting. Something significant. Like Callis said.

WITH ONLY one day left to Halloween, the people of Cape Cod were already setting into the mood of the Oktoberfest event. House yards were filled with spooky figures like white cloths to represent ghosts and the jack-o'-lanterns of course. Jake had stashed the book inside a compartment in his room, hoping the degenerate creatures of the dark would not find it. Certainly, there had to be a way to destroy all of them with the book and not just lifting it up in front of them when they showed up.

The light illuminated the space, full of old objects and stacked boxes. As she walked, a loose floorboard creaked beneath her feet. She bent down to see what it was and, with some effort, lifted the board. She found an old book, covered in dust, with a leather cover filled with drawings of supernatural creatures. Scarlett’s heart began to race; something about the book drew her in, as if it held secrets waiting to be discovered.

I backed out of my parking space before I sped down the road, driving as I turned the radio down a little from what it had been earlier with just me. "So," I purred and smirked. I could play with the idea of the supernatural to get a feel about how she thinks about them.... It'll help to know this if I'm keeping her. "Have you ever wondered about the supernatural? I know a lot of people really like that Milo Young's writings."