The Boogeyman Novels & Stories

"Marilyn!! Run!! Can you hear me , fucking run damn it !!" I heard Xavier cursing and brought back to my scenes, with my trembling legs I tried to run to the door but it was late .... too late , the bunny was already in my room... He was still wearing that weird and scary bunny mask but this time instead of a knife there was something else in his hands which made me understand his evil motives .... he was having a large dildo (adults s*x toy ) and a bunch of c*nd*ms .... I felt sick and horrified, just what is this person planning to do with me??!! And why!??

For precaution, rather than chasing after them, trying to uncover their hideouts, or waiting for another sneak attack, I huff calmly and remain in my spot. Aunt said Boggarts were like eerie blobs without a fixed shape who could shape-shift into physical representations of their target’s worst nightmare. So I need to clear my head of any scary memory. Sounds a little tricky but not challenging for me...if only I wasn’t on the verge of losing my temper from that terrible one they pulled on me. I’m far in contradiction to that abstract calmness right now. “You ugly midgets! Get your fiendish asses out here!” Right. Nice one, Elizabeth. Just the perfect provocation they need to unmask their hid

Hamish said. "I am going to infiltrate Ladon Mansion tonight. I want to prove their hearsay about the urban legend beast." Hedwig said. "What!? Hedwig are you out of your mind? That's unlawful!" Hamish said. "I want proof to prove my allegation about them!" Hedwig said. "Hedwig, don't do it!" Hamish pleaded. "No, Hamish, I need to do this. I know I am right." Hedwig said and left. __________________________________ On the night of the full moon. Hedwig Bryant carefully infiltrates the Ladon Mansion in disguise of a package courier.

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.

"Are you expecting me to believe that I'm a half-witch? Do you know what my pack would do if they found out?" "I know they'd kill you," he said. "How would you even know?" I ask, my voice rising with anger. "Because I am one and there are several others in my pack are also witch-werewolf hybrids. You will receive your witch powers and then you will change into your werewolf." "Who are you?" "This is a rogue pack. We run by our own rules here. The rest of our kind have all kicked us out, shunned us from their traditions so here we are."

There was a huff as the man fell over the overgrowth the woods had before he got up and came to stand a good distance away from me but still within my line of sight. "You're name before I take you back to my house." "As long as I have yours." "Deal." "Mama, beloved. Mine. Mine!" "Ace Collins." "Blair-Boo, an incarnation of Belladonna Queen of In between, Overseer of the no man's land, beloved of the royal vampire King."

The man said happily, beaming at Ichabod who shifted uncontrollably in his seat. “Hello daughter, we have customers , you should know that he has duality...yes...no, you have to come, they are right here, ok.” After this he hung up and turned to them. “So what exactly is it that you want her to do for you.” “Look, I need to suppress the beast in me.” Ichabod said, “I need to be able to control it. Wait, I don’t understand, what is it that you and your daughter do exactly?”

Never would I have thought that, even with my heightened vigilance, I would still end up falling for his trap. … One evening, I returned home from work and took a wonderful bath, then climbed into bed to sleep. At that moment, I suddenly heard a sound coming from behind me. Just as I was about to turn and look, a pair of hands abruptly clamped over my mouth and nose. In the next second, my vision went dark as I fell unconscious. When I finally came to, I discovered, to my shock, that I had been tied up in an abandoned factory. Jonathan stood across from me, smiling at me with bloodshot eyes.

It looked like a werewolf, but its proportions were all wrong—too long, too lean, its claws like obsidian daggers. It was a Creeper—a rogue wolf that had spent so long away from human form that it had devolved into something monstrous. They were the boogeymen of the pack, the things mothers warned their pups about. The creature prowled toward her, its breath a foul-smelling mist in the cold air. It stood over her, its shadow swallowing her whole. "You smell of the Silver Poison," the creature rumbled, leaning down until its wet snout was inches from her face. "And the stench of a Broken Bond. You are a carcass already, little bird. Why do you still breathe?"

I almost cringed at myself for going too far, and it almost broke my heart watching her so terrified, but I needed to do this. It was important to me. I would see if she still wanted to be with me after everything I told her. “I thought of you on four before me until I came. I’m your worst nightmare, your boogeyman, your peeping tom. And I can’t stop it. I tried hard, but I couldn’t. It’s consuming me, and I love it. I love the feeling when I watch you carnally satiated. It feeds my ego. It feeds the depraved monster inside me.”