The Boogeyman Challenge Novels & Stories

– I stiffen at the titters all around – “let’s get started. Today’s challenge is going to be a little different. Instead of working in different teams today, it will be all of you against each other. I’ve hidden a red flag in the forest. All of you are going to spread out and try to locate the flag. The aim is to bring the flag back, but that’s not all. Obviously, since there is only one flag, you will have to steal it from each other. Anything is on the table except using your abilities.” Smirks are exchanged but my lips don’t curve. This cannot be as easy as she is describing it. “Oh, and before you go, I’ve set some traps for all of you. They won’t hurt you but they’ll be frustrating enou

He can hear his voice from the speakers though. “Good luck on your first initiation, Anthony. We hope nothing but the best.” And then Marion was assisted down the stage by the men. His children climbed down after. Anthony has no idea what to do. In front of him were high walls of hurdles. From the looks of it, it was a maze. He thought maybe he just needed to find his way out safely. “You have half an hour to finish this challenge.” – Marion said and then the microphone was off. The drums also quieted down. Now, there’s nothing else left but the challenge in front of Anthony. He grabbed the gun on his pelvis. When he was asked what weapon will be his choice, he said he’ll use a gun.

The laughter died instantly. Nahash leaned forward, a dangerous, razor-sharp smirk cutting across her face. "Truth or dare, rogue?" she asked in a challenging purr. I didn't blink. "Neither. I’m just an observer tonight." "Too bad," Nahash hissed, slamming her palm onto the table so hard the empty glasses rattled. She didn't let the refusal stop her. Instead, she leaned across the wood, her scent spiking with malicious intent. "Fine! If you won’t participate, I challenge you to an official fight match," she declared, her eyes flashing with a sudden, vicious light. "We’re going to settle this properly, where everyone can see what you actually are. I call it the Trial of the Obsidian Pit."

Desmond shifted back, standing in the center of the clearing covered in blood and dirt. "Challenge complete," one of the Bloodmoon wolves announced. Matthew's expression was unreadable. "Well done, son. I'm impressed." Lena stepped forward. "The second challenge will be tomorrow. The human must survive being hunted for three hours while you protect her." "Fine." "Oh, and Desmond?" Lena smiled. "No potions next time. This one's all you." She knew. Somehow she knew about Kira's magic. Desmond swayed slightly but stayed standing. "Anything else?"

Flames shot up instantly, the firelight illuminating the shocked faces of every executive in the room. "They're not here for an alliance. They're here to steal my throne." I watched the letters turn to ash, my hands braced on the table. "Since these fools covet my territory so badly, then I'll give them a chance." I turned to Aiden. "Release a public notice in my name." "Three months from now, on the night of the full moon." "The highest plaza of the Blackstone headquarters will host 'The Sovereign's Challenge'." "Any Alpha in the entire werewolf world who believes they are worthy may come and challenge me."

"How about a challenge?" I raise an eyebrow, curious. "What kind of challenge?" He gestures toward a booth where players are trying to knock over bottles with a baseball. "Loser buys the next round of drinks." I cross my arms, eyeing the booth skeptically. "You’re on." We approach the booth, and Logan pays for our turns. He goes first, stepping up with an exaggerated air of confidence. He throws the first ball—misses. The second one barely grazes the bottles, and by the third, I’m laughing so hard I can hardly breathe.

“For now.” I rolled my eyes and turned toward the small wooden dresser, pulling out a fresh set of clothes. “I don’t need your concern, Damien.” He didn’t respond immediately, and when I turned back to look at him, I caught the briefest flicker of something in his gaze. Concern? No, that couldn’t be it. “I came to tell you that the challenge will happen at noon,” he finally said. “Lucas is expecting a fight, and the pack will be watching.”

I don’t do strangers. To my own surprise, I found myself following this silly game with genuine interest. The werewolf edition was way more interesting than the human one. Different kinds of challenges popped up – some involving wolf speed, others testing strength, balance – anything for epic entertainment. One guy had to identify ten different pack members by scent alone while blindfolded, which looked ridiculous from the outside but the wolves were taking it very seriously. Then someone tossed random objects across the room without warning and the person being challenged had to catch them before they hit the floor. Apparently it tested wolf reflexes, but half the time it just resulted in s

As expected, I saw the village chief looking for Martin and me with a hateful expression on his face. I nodded at Martin, who stood on the other end of the trap, before walking out of the corner. The moment the village chief saw me, his expression warped heavily. He slumped to the ground immediately, soon growing eight legs from his body. His legs began scraping against the ground loudly. "I found you!" The village chief wore a creepy smile on his deranged face as he approached me rapidly. My heart kept racing from behind my ribcage. Even though I was wholly prepared for this moment, this was still my first time facing an actual monster. It was inevitable for me to feel nervous.

Chapter 1 The room was gloomy and dimly lit. The only beam of light in the darkness came from the screen of the Television. Nestled in my usual chair, my eyes rested on the flickering screen of the big box. On the screen of the box was a girl, staring at three traditional african dolls, all of them were dressed in white gowns. One was burned to a crisp, the second was only scorched on one side and the third was untouched by the flames. The girl reached out her hand and picked up the doll that had not been burned. She smiled down on it and caressed its cheek. The doll had eyes that seemed to sparkle. I stared in horror as the sparkly eyes suddenly warped into a bloody red. The doll cackled fi