Yarn Scary Stories Novels & Stories

Deliberately forgot, but that's hardly the point. I grind my pussy against his hardness as he swipes my hair to one side. He buries his face in my exposed neck and takes a long sniff. "You smell like a real-life wet dream." Real-life wet dream? I laugh at my vivid imagination. Tens of women at work drool over Rhys Redmond, but I must be the only one filling up pages with fantasies of things that will never happen. If this doesn’t get me checked into a mental facility, nothing will.

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.

The second brow came up. "Okay. Fine. I still find it kind of weird. I don't get how we are together but that doesn't mean I'm going to be scared or uncomfortable to see you in your lycan form," I shrugged, knowing fully well that I just spilled a white lie. The stories I had heard of Lycans as a child always frightened me more than I liked to admit. I heard they were eight foot tall humanoid monsters that could tear you apart with a single snap of their teeth. My mother always used to tell my brother and I those stories when we acted naughty to keep us in line.

Jolene asked with a disappointed look. "Because it's not scary. That's just a story," Dylan replied, and Jolene scoffed, crossing her arms. "What scares you then?" Jolene asked, raising a brow. Dylan raised one of the cookies to her. "Cookies?" "What I'm scared of is cookies disappearing completely. That will be the end of the world," Dylan replied, taking a bite. "You're impossible," Jolene shook her head. "You do not talk like a five-year-old kid."

He stated. "Yes, I don't. But that doesn't mean I want you to stay behind." I declare, before closing my eyes to force my statement out. "What's it, Scarlett?" Orlan question, because he noticed that I'm holding in some unsaid words. I forced my eyes open and then tears started falling from my eyes. I have never behaved weak in front of others, but in Orlan, cause I just break down easily. "I'm scared!" I mumble while biting my lower lip. "I'm scared that other supernatural creatures would come and invade the mansion. Besides wolves, witches, and Vampires have all done their worst, but I haven't seen elves, dragons, zombies....."

“Story!” I couldn’t help but smile. “You want a story?” I asked, stifling a laugh. The children nodded excitedly. “The wolf story!” one of them exclaimed. “We want to hear the wolf story again!” How could I refuse? The ‘wolf story’ in question was one that I had made up yesterday on the spot, a story about a rogue wolf chasing a little girl. It was a scary story that had made the children gasp, their eyes wide with fear, but they seemed to love it.

It was late autumn when they arrived — the trees skeletal, the air thick with a kind of oppressive stillness that seemed to hum beneath the surface of the world. Emily Carter, a graduate student in folklore and urban legends, had heard the whispers about WildWood all her life. She had grown up just a few towns over and had spent years gathering the old stories: tales of the “vanishing patients,” the “howling trees,” and the “night doctors” said to stalk the forest paths. Determined to separate fact from myth, Emily organized an expedition for her thesis, enlisting a few brave companions:

Gemma Vivid images of the monstrous Arachne, its sharp fangs sinking into Stacey’s flesh and ripping her to shreds, filled my dreams like a nightmare on repeat. Her blood-curdling scream echoed in my mind, only to be drowned out by my own as I desperately shielded her from the creature’s attack. Stacey’s biggest fear had always been spiders, yet even in the face of this terror she was still trying to save me. She had always been the protector, but now it was my turn to be the hero and save her. My heart raced with fear and determination as I faced off against the Arachne, ready to do whatever it took to keep Stacey safe.

"The emeralds are your eye balls and the diamonds are the surrounding beautiful white in your eyes. The hanging pearl is in the shape of tear drop which I freeze with the pearl. I will never want to see you cry again." "That is when the pregnancy clicks." Kyara controlled her whimper and spoke. Nathan did not speak anything, he wished their union bears a fruit. He wanted to be with Kyara holding her in his arms. Unable to stand at a distance and watching her, he came out of the bushes and Kyara raced away from him in fright. "There is a huge wolf here, it may kill me. Please help." Kyara cried in terror over the phone to Nathan. "Fuck!" There was a low groan from him. He forgot to shift befo

Yaslyn rolled her eyes. "Also, if you sleep alone, a ghost will crawl out from under your bed and stare at you all night," Xoan replied with another tale. Yaslyn slapped him on the head. "I'm not afraid of ghosts!" Xoan looked at her, feigning distress. "You're not, but I am. I'm too scared to sleep alone." Who was he trying to scare in the first place? "Fine," Yaslyn finally relented, pointing to the floor.