Beautiful Scare Novels & Stories

he implored, locking his gaze with her eyes, which were a whirlwind of emotions—fear, anxiety, and concern. "Trust me." Their eyes remained locked, their breaths mingling, carrying the subtle scent of lavender and peppermint. Scar fought against the panic welling up within him, unwilling to acknowledge its existence. It was as if a grand display of fireworks had ignited within him. Scar, an ancient being who had witnessed centuries pass by, found himself utterly captivated by this tiny force of nature. "She's a raider..." But surprisingly, the mere thought of Lena being a raider didn't ruffle his feathers like it used to. Right now, all he craved was having her by his side.

Baila I stumbled back, struggling to breathe as my breath escaped my mouth in strangled hiccups. The creature before me was once human, I was sure of it. She was a woman with hair badly ripped out, and I could see the soft pink flesh of her scalp. Her teeth were a long line of small sharp triangles like a fish's teeth. She wore a tattered black dress, and black veins littered her pale sickly skin, which had a sticky transparent liquid on it. But what scared me the most was her eyes. They were endless pools of darkness like a bear's.

“The Millenium Dreams!” My heart pounded, and I immediately traced Sancha's line of sight. Just looking at them made me feel like I was in Mt. Olympus. They all look like gods...and goddess. Yes, a goddess. There's a girl who was talking and laughing with Zeeve innocuously. She has an angelic face as well. I don't recall hearing a female voice while listening to their band. Was she a member of their band? Or maybe it's Zeeve's girl?

I walked to the door to see that person, I really wanted to know who is that person. When I am about slid my head off the door "Nooooooo!" Ciara loudly screamed making me stops for a moment and swiftly turned myself to her fishing her arms at my direction with her eyes and mouth widely open and agape like she just saw a ghost or more like trying to warn me about something bad that I am about to do or encounter. She's so weird. "Why?" I asked trying to clear things. *** Angelina keeps on pulling Skye away from the house when they hear Ciara loudly screamed that made them suddenly stop. Skye didn't also know why Angelina is acting so weird like that where she even need to hold his arm and pull

It also scarred my life. There was one woman who captured my eye in the crowd, a woman that was so familiar. She looked at me with pity. I smiled at her. Tears fell from her face. “Don’t….cry……Psyche..” I spoke as I closed my eyes. Letting darkness consume me. I feel less sad knowing that I saw a familiar and lovely face before I died.

They habour more and greater rage. Seems his rage with every passing second heightens. How in the world do I escape and get off his bondage?. Shivering, I slowly and gradually stare up his face. They're reddened and blaze more. Equally red as a human blood. I gasp then return my gaze to the floor. This really is bad. This is fucking bad. Am really, really, really done. No f**king two ways about it. How can one be highly cute but this scary?.

My fear was audible so I wasn't surprised when she raised a brow. Then, a look of realization crossed her features. "Don't tell me you're scared" she said and I swallowed again before looking away from her. "Oh sweetheart, the Deathshade Pack is vicious but we're not evil" she said and I looked at her skeptically. "What are you going to do with me?" I asked and she chuckled before she suddenly stopped and looked me dead in the eye. "Throw you in the caves filled with hungry giant badger moles" she said with a straight face and my breath hitched before my eyes immediately wandered around the house for a way out.

I said, feigning innocence. I glanced around after speaking. It was true. There wasn't a single living person in sight, but ghosts were everywhere. "This place is cursed!" Charlotte snapped. "I can't even stop. The moment I even think about it, it feels like needles are piercing my hands." Even as she spoke, her hands kept moving. Fear flickered across her face at the scene before her. The terror in her eyes was truly a rare sight to behold. "Is this your doing? Did you come up with all these tricks to scare me? You just want revenge for all the times I picked on you at school, don't you?"

I collapse inside, dragging the door shut with a grunt. Darkness closes around me, cool and suffocating. For the first time since Scar ambushed me, I allow myself to feel. Fear. Rage. Regret so heavy my lungs feel too small for it. I lower myself onto the splintered wooden floor, each movement slow and deliberate. Blood drips from my face, tracing hot paths down my jaw. My palms shake as I rip fabric from my sleeve to bind the worst of the bleeding. Scar didn’t hold back.

, I tried to encourage her but she shook her head negatively and scoffed lightly. “You don’t seem to understand. That is what makes it more scary. The fact that you all want to be here for me makes it more scary. I need you to pull back and forget about me if you can. This is a cross that I must carry and I don’t want you in it”, Kayla said calmly, looking into my eyes as though she could hear the thoughts that swirled around my mind.