The Boogeyman Novels & Stories

The crowd continued bawling and soon enough, some Lycans appeared from a corner, and in their middle was a very fat Lycan. Very fat. He looked… disoriented as his tongue was sticking out of his mouth as he matched in a scattered manner towards Cayden in the circle. That’s Boggoth? I questioned myself but the Dwarf Commander answered my question. “Welcome Boggoth! Our mad but physically able soldier. He’ll help us do the honor of killing the foolish Rogue.” He said. So that’s Boggoth. And he’s mad. They brought a mad dude to fight Cayden? This might actually be fun to watch.

"His movements were incredibly fast for a werewolf. He attacked Era, and when I jumped at him, he fled immediately." At that moment, Bogy's eyes widened slightly. He had noticed something unusual in Dree's story. Dree scoffed. "You're right. It seems impossible, doesn't it? Someone escaping a vampire's pursuit?" She clicked her tongue in annoyance. "Unfortunately, that's exactly what happened and you could call it the second oddity." Her eyes narrowed as she focused on Bogy with a mysterious intensity. "He must be working with a witch, because I couldn't feel his presence at all, from beginning to end. I had no idea when or where he arrived, and I had no idea when or where he left. He comple

Then he would face the embodiment of terror. With supernatural speed, I darted across the street and dove into the alley between the two buildings. Bastard didn’t know he was dealing with an enforcer from the Volkovs, the notorious werewolf mafia, and my adopted family. Few outside of our pack knew we were actual werewolves and we liked it that way. My claws extended and I raked them down the side of the dumpster. I heard his heart rate speed up, and I smiled. “You stole from the wrong person,” I said, adding a growl at the end.

Tommy didn’t believe me, of course. Who would? I had to beg him. My friend shrugged and promised to wait in our chambers until I dealt with the problem. The issue was resolved the same night. I simply summoned the hunter. As hellhounds weren’t simple dogs, hunters weren’t simple demons. He appeared almost immediately, looking at me with his blood-red eyes. He was tall, gangly, and reminded me of a cellar spider. In the cloud smoke which hid his features he seemed clumsy and awkward—if you didn’t know how fast and deadly he could be.

Drake was enjoying his lunch and maybe a cold beer on the tractor. We were busily chewing our sandwiches when Bobby asked, “You hitting the movie tonight? Think it’s a monster flick. Creature from the Black Lagoon.” I swallowed and nodded. “Absolutely. Last week’s movie was Little Orphan Annie. So lame. Gonna meet up with Bill Ward. He loves those old monster movies.” Bobby smiled. “Funny. Pastor’s Kid into horror movies. But he’s pretty solid. Not like some PKs.” “Yeah, he’s cool. Got a nice comic book collection, too.”

I wasn't going to tell him that because I didn't know how to deal with that level of emotion right now. "Why are you covered in blood?" "Look, I'm not the same person you remember. I am a monster and I need help. You are the only one I trust to be able to help me," Jayson said as he pulled his hand away from mine and stood up, walking away from where I was sitting so that he wasn't anywhere near me.

Ken was not in the compound, neither Miriam. I thought perhaps Miriam had gone to the market with Josephine and just sat at the table room and relaxed watching some movie. Suddenly, I heard our dog barking, which was unusual during the day so I got outside to look at what it was barking at, only to see a mongoose which used to eat our chicken run so fast into the hedges and disappeared. I walked along the hedges to see if there were some holes which I would tell Ken to fill up so as no more wild animals would get in. As I got closer to Ken’s house, I heard voices coming from the house. I heard Ken’s voice and thought perhaps he was with his girlfriend. I nearly had a heart attack when I hear

"No need for that. I'll just stay here overnight. There's no one in this town I can't handle." "What if the thief is not from this town? Besides you've had a little too much to drink." "Are you going to tell me what to do, now?" "I'm sorry," the girl said. "I'll leave now." After the girl left, the boss settled in. He had a key for the register. He locked it and put the key in the pocket of his coat. He closed the door and started watching a TV show on his phone. It must have been a sitcom since he kept laughing.

My tone is pleading with him to leave peacefully. He seems to sense my desperation because he flashes an evil grin, one that suggests that he's not going anywhere, not without a fight that is. "Why? Don't you want me to say hi to the human?" "James." I warn. "I'm sure he would like me. I know I would, I can smell him and it's been a long day, I think u need to entertain myself." My eyes widen as realisation hits me. Sky is bleeding and I remember Amelia saying something about demons feeding on humans just for the sake of it, oh no!

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