Yarn Scary Stories Novels & Stories

It lifts him off the ground “No” I’m screaming over and over again, “don’t do this.” But the monster won’t stop. Zac doesn’t know what’s happening but he can tell by the worry in my voice that something is wrong. The monster lets out a ferocious roar before biting Zac’s arm off and swallowing it. Zac lets out a painful scream before fainting, than the monster swallows him whole.

The air filled with a low‚ hungry growl. "Wendigos‚" Zara whispered‚ her voice cold. "They won’t stop until they’ve feasted on your fear.". Jake’s wolf snarled‚ yellow eyes blazing. Sharon’s hands clenched‚ her power stirring like a storm inside her. This time‚ she vowed ‚ she wouldn’t let fear win. This time ‚ she would fight back.

----- KATALEYA I'm scared, I want Mama and Daddy. I looked around the dark room, it was cold and it smelled horrible. I'm so scared. My stomach was bleeding too, and it hurt. The bad wolf had bit into me. Why wasn’t Daddy coming? Why was I here alone? I wrapped my arms around my legs, crying softly into my knees. Mama… please come, Mama… I don’t want to be here… The sound of the key scraping in the lock made my heart thunder with fear. Please go away.

The group gathered around it, sharing what little food they had while the wolves kept watch on the perimeter. As the firelight flickered, and the forest grew darker, someone from the pack—an older wolf named Ragnor—stood and cleared his throat, a mischievous glint in his eye. “It’s a good night for stories, isn’t it?” he said with a grin. “Who wants to hear something scary?” There were murmurs of interest, and Ragnor began.

Jones stared at Claire as she whispered, “What happened next?” Suddenly, she was a little girl again. He used to tell her scary stories about werewolves, vampires, fae, and warlocks. May hated it, but he couldn’t say no when his little niece looked up at him with big eyes and asked so politely for a story. He would always stopped at the climax, sighed dramatically, and say that it’s too scary. She would grab his hand and say she wasn’t scared, that she would be brave. She would ask, so excited, “What happened next?”

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.

Tess I find many things in this world scary: walking to the bathroom late at night when you don’t have a nightlight on, fake friends, the members of the Safir pack, and last, and probably my biggest fear, is the thought of spending eternity alone. Sue me for thinking that’s a terrible fate, but that is how I feel without lying to myself.

- Bobby while Papa is telling us what happen, JM still shaking in fear "Papa im scared!"- JM my brother is already crying so do I also but I'm not that crying hard like him "After I got outside, I've found those monsters chasing people and eating them alive, I try to help someone but the eaten person becomes one of them also!"- Bobby as Papa's telling us the story his face is so afraid and his eyes are in disarray, it was like he saw a glimpse from hell Papa hugs us deeply I can feel his trembling body, so I hug papa and little brother also

We started setting up tents and sleeping bags. A little after dark, we began roasting smores, laughing and telling stories. "Okay, I got a good one, the story of the swamp boogey monster." Trent said. "Heard it, it's not scary" Kayla dismissed. "I assure you its a certified scare alright" Trent bragged.

She then continues. “They aren’t scary themselves. The most fearful thing of all is that they are yours. That you can hear them. That you dreamed of them. You dreamed of something to fear yourself, by letting your mind wander with innocence. Maybe it’s the sharp teeth and beast eyes that bring you chills in the night. Their laughing moans cease you from a peaceful sleep. Or maybe, just maybe, the only reason why you’re scared is that you know what those monsters are. You know the laughter all too well because you remember doing it. You remember the taunting so well that you dreamed about it. You know the cold steel beams because you remember touching them. And you know that scream so well be