Anime Scared Novels & Stories

subconsciously my eyes roam along the walls of the office, his laughter ringing through the phone. “You just looked around didn’t you.” “I did.” His laughter intensifies and I feel my face heat up in embarrassment. “You’re so not cute. You’re meant to deny it all flustered like...” “Am I an anime character?!” He pauses and I could almost hear the wheels turning because of my question, “you don’t have to think that hard about that question!” “I mean... you are a tsundere type... so...” “I will fight you.” His laughter pours through the phone again and this time I can’t help but to laugh along.

Albeit having to face that hellish month sooner or later, we Programming students at least were dismissed from class earlier than any other class, which gives me time to go home and well, watch some animes or mangas and do my shenanigans I loved to do. And my caramal pudding might also turn solid by now. “11 am.” I mumbled the time as I looked at my phone, a picture of an anime guy looking very cool with glowing blue eyes and shadow soldiers surrounding him decorated the background of my phone’s screen. At the ame time, I was actually partially ignoring Alphonso who started to talk about some 90s anime he watched, given that he’s a newbie in terms of animes. “And you know what, for the sake

*Third POV* “See I will tell you everything about the basement and other stuff as we have a lot to talk about. First, why not he have our breakfast. I dont want it to end with the quarrel and you once again avoid eating” Takeshi smiles placing his hand upon Koishi’s only made him take his hand back the next second. “Okay” Koishi smiles as he avoids looking at Takeshi not noticing the sudden change of expression over his face. “Let's get started with it” Takeshi smiles looking down at his plate as Koishi first takes the cup of coffee recognizing his own cup which has his favourite anime character Gojo Saturo from Jujutsu Kaisen upon it.

The figure was that of a handsome man who looked to be in his early thirties with raven hair and stern obsidian eyes. He was wearing a stylish and sophisticated suit as he coldly looked at Maria, who, frightened, couldn't help but think, 'This man reminds me of a certain anime character.' The character that came to mind was associated with a popular anime about an orphaned ninja with a demon fox sealed inside of him, who dreamed of being the leader of his village one day. "It has been brought to my attention that you have broken one of this academy's sacred rules by attacking one of your fellow classmates during a training exercise." Even his voice was cold when he addressed her.

Their eyes lit up. “Luna, you–” “I thought she would look older.” “This young woman,” an older man said from the back, his eyes narrowed skeptically. “I do not feel an ounce of strength coming from you.” Anime immediately pushed to the forefront of my mind. Instantly, her energy exploded in the room, forcing all the warriors to the ground. “Just because the human is kind does not mean I will sit back and watch you insult me. Underestimate me again and I will erase all traces of you from the Earth.”

Akira said while glaring at Yasashi. Yasashi started to be afraid, he was sweating a little on his forehead even though he was a vampire who had a special privilege. Yasashi remembers what he did when Akira and An were in the forest. Yasashi points his hands forward, he tries to calm Akira who is angry at him. "Calm down, I don't mean to underestimate you. But isn't that how An went home with you? " "Yes, but that's because of my efforts and she was scared because of you!" Akira answered looking back at Yasashi with a stare and a glimpse of red eyes appeared in the eyes of this man.

I outburst in frustration. Damien chuckled. "She'll be fine; she's just afraid. She's awake, Sage, maybe not mentally but physically. She needs assurance that she's safe before she can heal completely and wake." My brows furrowed in confusion. "She's an Afsrid wolf." I didn't say a word yet, but I digested what he had just said.

Anyway, it's a week. Sleep comes back, and Angel lays his head on the pillow. His eyes are heavy, and he falls into a deep sleep. Steam emerges from Angel's nostrils and hangs over him for a few seconds, disappearing forever without a trace. Agnes's eyes, as white as ashes, returned to their normal color after she had seen everything. She sat and smiled. Her part was done. Dark caught a doe and sank his fangs into the animal's neck. He drank what he needed without killing the animal, which staggered away from him to recover. He wipes his mouth and sighs contentedly. Immediately, his head started to think of a way to help Klaus.

Yes, it's beautiful, but it's too hard. I just stared as Clint and Alucard suddenly flew away. As innnnn! Are these the same as San Goku? Lucas followed as if there was nothing here who jumped and flew. They look like San Guko! God, don't tell me San Goku is real. Ts Whoa! It's just an anime that has been around for so long that it's still popular, especially among young people. How am I now? Even if I jump all the way, nothing will happen. There is only one consequence, I will fall!

“What’s your name?” Tarzan said nothing. She giggled. “Okay, Mr. No-Name. I can give you one. How about Gojo?” Lena, still lost in the music, hadn’t noticed yet. She assumed the voice was just background noise from the other passengers. “Do you like it?” Sakura continued. “It’s super popular in Japan because of all the anime characters—” Tarzan simply closed his eyes again and leaned back, ignoring her completely. Her smile faltered awkwardly. She quickly scanned the faces of nearby passengers, hoping no one had seen the rejection. The three teenage girls opposite them struggled to hold in their laughter.