The Boogeyman Novels & Stories

"Look who has joined us, brothers. Our mother is here to share her power with us." My hounds growled and their flames blazed around us. Zale had not wasted a moment shifting into Ares and the big wolf growled at the group. Only Bo was frozen in place. The tips of his black fingers twitched and he jerked this way and that before slowly turning toward me. Ares snarled at him, but Bo ignored him before falling to the ground, and shifting into a strange version of a wolf. It wasn't his, and it wasn't Ares. Instead, it was almost as if a skeleton was forcing its way out of him and a dark red light glistened in his eyes.

he yelled stomping his feet on the floor. "Charles I don't have the time for your stubbornness, I have work to go to and your going to make me go late." She said slightly irritated. "Mama I don't want to go, can I just stay home with nana? Please" he begged pouting his lips. "No, be a good boy. Do you know what happens to boys who don't listen to their mothers and act all stubborn?" She asked and he shook his head. "They are visited by a creature who doesn't like stubborn children, his name is Bogeyman he is very scary. He will take you away, do you want that?" The boy shook his head and began eating his food not wanting the the creature to visit him.

In its place was a haggard-looking creature, almost like a half-sized elf. A boggart. An Obsidian Court boggart, judging by the sinister sound of its cackling laughter. Its long, spindly fingers gripped Josh by the arms, capturing him.

The man let out a long sigh, as if explaining the most basic concept to a toddler. "I'm not going to hide it because you already saw it last night. And you literally tied my neck and dragged me through the city streets," Samuel said. "That was my wolf form. I am what you humans know as a werewolf." Nichole fell silent. Her mouth hung slightly open. She stared intently at her boss's face, searching for signs of deceit, hidden cameras, or at least a mischievous smile indicating that this was all just a prank. But Samuel King's face remained impassive.

"The Blackwood Project was never about wolves. It was about making a body to hold the Void.. Your little boy? He is the body." The Shadows closed in on Leo. The library doors shut behind them. They were locked in with the ghost of a King and a truth that was scarier than the darkness outside.

“So, you’ve never met anyone like us? No wolves? Only humans?” I shake my head. “No humans or wolves. Just me and Mama, though sometimes I’d see panther shifters fishing or hunting. We saw ogres sometimes, and there’s a swamp monster that’s pretty scary. And bog hags, but they run if you try to talk to them.” “You talk to the others?” Warrick asks. I shake my head. “I’d never talked to anyone but Mama and myself until a couple of days ago, when I was summoned.”

“The last thing I remember was being at the Industrial Area. We got a distress call—seven dead bodies over five damn days. Then this thing showed up.” I paused, heart racing, as images flickered in my skull. “It wasn’t human,” I muttered. “Black eyes. Rows of jagged canines. It was feeding on a body. A boy, I think. I don’t know if it was the boy or—fuck, it’s all foggy.” My fingers trembled against my temples. “There’s this fog I keep seeing. Not real fog—like, in my mind. It appears... then vanishes. But that day, it—God—it was like it possessed the boy, turned him into that thing. And then—”

Maybe I could save her life in the process. “Look, you . . . you have to get out of here,” I said through heavy breaths. “All of you. There’s a giant black wolf with red eyes roaming around, and as much as I hate you, I don’t want you to get hurt. You need to go. Now.” She scoffed. “Yeah, right. And the Boogeyman is hiding in my closet to catch the Tooth Fairy.” “I’m serious!” I exclaimed. “I just fought it! I’m on my way to warn Alpha Angus right now.”

She's smiling, and there are two dimples deep in her cheeks the same as mine. Preston hands me another photo, and it's the same woman only this time she has a little girl on her hip. There's a tall man in a suit standing behind her, and they're in front of a Christmas tree. There's a black cat stretched under it, and I touch the photo. "Boogeyman," I whisper. "Huh?" Preston asks. "Nothing," I say, shaking my head. "I had a black cat when I was younger. He looks just like him. His name was Boogeyman."

Groans and maniacal laughter came from every direction, twisting my insides with terror. I spun, my heart pounding in my chest, ready for whatever was about to emerge. But to my shock, there was no one behind me. I turned back and then, through the fog, I saw it. A figure—no, a shadow—emerged from the mist, tall and formless, a mockery of a human shape. Its eyes glowed with a sickly light, the features shifting, like a nightmare made flesh. With an otherworldly quickness, it closed the distance between us. “Boo!” The figure grinned, its voice oozing with malicious delight.