Stories Halloween Novels & Stories

I was missing something – something big. I began with every truth I’d thought I’d known about vampires. I made a list, scratching down the words in rushed, basic letters. Vampires cannot walk in the sun. Vampires can only drink blood. They cannot eat human food. Vampires heal quicker than humans, but they can die. Stakes must not be removed prematurely. Oak wood is the most powerful tool against them, but any wood will kill. Vampires cannot get ill. A stake through the heart is the only thing that kills them, unless their head is removed and permanently destroyed. Stakes are safest.

"How did I know? Of course, I was so close to you but I didn't feel any air coming from your notrils, that's why! Haha" This guy is amazing. He sure notices even small details. When all was quiet, my stomach suddenly growled. How embarrasing. "Ohh tummy, we are near the gasoline station. Just one more block. There's a bakery near there to grab rolls and coffee." He said while touching my tummy. I felt some weird sensation with his touch. Again, we are not werewolves but still there is that sort of magical spark that they talk of when a mate touches you.

"Eh, so, what happened at Starbucks?" Hannah's face darkens. "I ordered my usual vanilla latte, and as I was drinking it, this vampire gang throttled in like nothing and attacked a girl without no one batting their eye," I stare at her. "What?!" Hannah crosses her arms with a horror-filled expression, brushing her hands against her arms as if calming herself. The memory is obviously haunting her. I almost feel bad for asking. "Yeah," Hannah swallows thickly. "There are vampires everywhere. I don't know where they came from, but it feels like they are taking over,"

“Why, Ms. Thalia?” In a wave of her hand, the chains in Dorrien Ronan’s hand now plummeted onto the floor. “There is always a right timing for everything.” *** Finally, Samhain has come. October 31 and it was the hallowed day for the creatures of the night. The Hunter’s Moon was vibrantly glowing on Halloween Night—Samhain for vampires and werewolves, and even for the Blood Witches also known as the Heathens. Rozelyn managed to recover soon from that heart-stopping situation days ago; less than a day, to be frank.

Interesting, a massacre. "Can you tell me a story about it?" "There was this man. He was obsessed with Halloween and masks. That night of the party, his girlfriend broke up with him, and he got furious. Actually, they had the same mask during that night. He stabbed his girlfriend multiple times, and she was sliced into pieces. After he realized what he did, he also killed everyone in that street that night. Until now, they said that the killer wasn't found yet. That is the massacre of the mask."

Part One: Eyes of the Wolf Jamie Dalton lifted the grocery bag filled with Halloween candy and took a moment to inhale the aroma drifting from it. For most people Christmas was their favorite holiday but Jamie had always loved Halloween. From the time she was nine years old she made up fanciful stories about the night, stories of goblins and ghosts and all manner of creatures. As she got older the stories became more intricate, the characters more detailed. By the time she was an adult she was weaving in erotic scenes and drooling over the heroines she created.

Blood trickled down, staining her already-soaked white dress with a deep red. She collapsed onto the floor with a muffled groan, cold sweat breaking out across her forehead. Hearing the sound, Matteo turned back. He saw her injured and was about to walk toward her when Rebecca suddenly screamed. "Ah! Matteo, Elmo scratched me! What if I get rabies?" Matteo's eyes flickered to the small, barely visible scratch on her ankle. He hesitated for a brief moment, then gave Zachary a quick order. "Take Eve to the hospital to get her wound treated."

I mean, yes, I am happy that we will be having a week without any academic workload, but it is still a problem in the ass into looking for a costume to wear. Tomorrow will be the Holloween event, and we need to wear a costume in connection with the theme of the event. And damn, I couldn’t help but curse myself for not bringing enough clothes for that kind of event here in my condo. That’s the reason why I am on my way right now to Clara’s house to look for any available costumes. When she learned early in the morning that I still have no costume to wear, she told me that she'd provide one for me. Our call time was after dinner, around eight o’clock in the evening. I messaged her right away a

Crowburn. The town is said to have been built right above hell itself. "There is a myth about this town that every 100 years on Halloween night, demons from the very pits of hell come up to the earth and roam the streets, blending into the disguised populous searching for the perfect bride for their Prince. The Prince of Darkness himself. It is believed that the women die as they are never seen again, and every year, the demons return for more women." the woman speaking, my grandma pursed, taking a sip of water before continuing.

This Halloween is a sham I close the door and went over to Haley. She has been sitting alone after the Sheriff and his wife came “Happy Halloween baby” I said trying to fake a smile “I would like to be alone, Mason” “Yea, I understand but we need to do this” “So what Mason?” she turned and her eyes are red, she’s been crying “Send your father back before it’s too late” “Before what is too late, what are you not telling me” I sigh “The night I went out to buy decorations I met Abaddon. He said bad thing will happen to the town”