Super Scary Story Novels & Stories

"He always has an excuse." "He doesn't know I'm only seven diary pages away from leaving him." "I got my period today, and the cramps were so bad I couldn't get out of bed. Dexter came home and brought me some painkillers without me asking." "He said it was the same kind he'd gotten for Brianna last time. She said they worked great, so they'd probably help me too." "I said thanks, but no thanks." "One page left. Then I'm done." The last page had only two lines.

They either hadn't figured out that looking into our heads for secrets would destroy them or they were seeking the fastest way to die. "I think there is a leprechaun over there," Alexis said in surprise. I didn't see the leprechaun, but I did see a monstrous Were-boar that was as big as a bull. I saw Were-bears, Were-tigers, and even a black-cloaked Superhero who used a silver dagger to lop off the heads of the Neratomay. And then I saw what was happening to the power source emanating from the center of the pentagram.

Fairies, werewolves, vampires, and zombies were all mentioned in stories I had heard, but everyone knew they were made up. Everything was untrue. They were all purely made-up tales of fiction. I was abruptly being held by my throat against the wall by Vince, who had a vicious appearance and was bearing teeth at me with wide eyes and a dangerous demeanor before I could absorb or allow the news to settle in further. My hand clawed at his hand while I coughed and heaved desperately for air.

"Mommy, you've become a female superhero!" Jessica glanced at it and was speechless. It was just her story of killing the python, it didn't seem worthy of such publicity. The audience must be too lonely and in need of some fresh entertainment. Female superhero, hmm, it was not a bad title. However, the female superhero shouldn't have nightmares about being bitten by a terrifying creature like she did last night. She saw the creature lunging at her head, and she even saw her head getting bitten off, blood splattering everywhere. It was particularly terrifying.

He knew that the stories of the Silver Moon Tavern & Inn would forever remain a part of him, a reminder that even in the midst of darkness, there existed a beauty that transcended time. And so, the abandoned building continued to stand, a silent witness to the passage of years, its corridors echoing with the laughter and tears of the past, and the memory of a curious werewolf who had ventured into its depths on a moonlit night. Wow, was this supposed to be a horror story? I looked at the cover of the book and saw it was a collection of short horror stories. I did not find this story so scary to be honest. I found it more funny than anything else. Maybe because my life was always just me and

She asked, her voice dropping many octaves. Whatever she wanted to say, it was obvious she didn’t want her mother to hear, but I didn’t want to break her heart by telling her werewolves, her mother in this case, had super hearing abilities, so I just played along. “What is it?” I asked in the same tone as her, leaning closer for the dramatic effect of it. “That scary man, he’s not really scary,” she said, catching me off guard. “You don’t think he is?” I asked, still whispering, but my tone was a lot more scary because I did think he was scary.

Boys these days didn’t care much for cartoons anymore; they preferred superhero stories which—of course—always included some form of fighting. “At the very least, don’t give them nightmares,” Maera argued again. “Nightmares, Mae? Come on, don’t be ridiculous. I was just telling them a werewolf story. Why would they have nightmares about that?” Maera stopped in her tracks, turning to look at her best friend with a warning glare that made Crystal instantly fall silent. “Fine. No more werewolf stories,” Crystal said, pretending to zip her lips and toss the invisible zipper away. Maera took a deep breath and exhaled sharply before turning away again, continuing to carry the pile of laundry with

A meaningful smile sprouted on his mouth as if he had succeeded in his plan, trapping the students in the net of his storytelling skill. "None." He snickered, "well, that's shocking. How come none of you knows about her? Well, everyone knows about her in the highlands of Scotland. Everyone's scared of the name, Baobhan." His voice grimed as he proceeded further. "Mothers are terrified of their crying child when they don't sleep at night. Sleep kid, Baobhan will come and take you away to her favorite spot amidst the darkest wood and will suck on your blood. They would say." The crowd gasped in collaboration, everyone seemed to be impressed by the story, and fully hooked, as their faces sugges

Nora concluded in a silk undertone. Impressed by her good storytelling skills, the kids applauded her as they glued their vote stickers on the voting pad. However, amongst the other kids, some people weren't impressed—Gina Adams and minions. "Oh, PUURLEES. . . This is the lamest scary story in the history of lame scary stories," Gina jeered loudly, her tone wielding the usual amount of obnoxity.

He felt fast action was vital,so he tried to twist the cyclist's head back to it's proper position,BREAKING THE BIKER'S NECK! I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!