Beautiful Scare Novels & Stories

Valear stepped into the dim light of the moon. The sight of the horrid figure made a silent scream lodge in her throat. It was monstrous, like something out of a horror movie. No, it was worse. Blood red orbs peered at her from ashen flesh. It pained Lucas to see her so terrified, her lip quivering in absolute fear. He could do nothing. Both their lives were at stake. He watched Valear approach her and her beautiful mouth fall open in a silent scream. She managed to gain enough strength to scramble against the wall at the head of the bed, curling her knees under her chin as if somehow it would help her

She was too afraid to imagine what horrible thing Scarface would do next. Scarface was much taller than the little boy. Coupled with the knife he was holding and the sinister gleam on his face, even Celeste shivered. A sudden jolt of realization of what he was doing seem to have hit Alan. Seized by terror, the boy froze in place. He was staring up at the rogue in front of him, and his body was visibly shivering. Celeste couldn't see his face, but she knew it must be filled with fear. "Shit!" She cursed. She couldn't sit back and watched as Scarface hurt Alan!

He didn’t want her to look up at him like that, as though he was the only one who could protect her. “I could kill you anyway,” he hissed, but his hand loosened and dropped to her collarbone. Scar shivered again, her pupils dilating. Was she… turned on by the threat? But no… their bodies were so very close. Her breasts brushed against his chest. Was this arousal or fear? “I don’t think you will,” Scar blurted. “I don’t think you’ll hurt me. You don’t seem like that sort of a person.”

Layla scrambled back in terror, but it was too late. My claws ripped her dress, revealing the pale skin of her back. It was smooth. Flawless. There was no scar. And Myrna... Myrna had a hideous scar running from her left shoulder to her right hip. The scar I had touched a thousand times, but never once asked where it came from. "Moon Goddess," I collapsed. "What have I done?" "You regret it now?" Layla sat on the floor, her eyes filled with malicious glee. "It's too late, Clark. It's far too late."

His predatory green eyes shone even brighter than ever with lust, he was naked with a belt in hand and a burn scar that covered only the right side of his face caused terror to spurt through me. I couldn’t hold back my terrified scream as I struggled in the ropes, screaming at the top of my lungs and hoping that someone would hear and come for me. Things like this, I’ve only seen in books and movies, never in my life did I think I would ever get to experience a fear as chilling and paralyzing as this one. The right side of his face revealed burn scars that ended at the top of his mouth. His lips spread into a voracious grin, showing a perfect set of white teeth.

She didn't ask me anything else but her eyes are asking her question. "I will tell you everything just Let her get well, " i told Pakhi and left ******************************* Fear is a thing that can make a person weak and vulnerable. But if the fear is of something that has a deep scar on your soul that can kill the person **************************

Relax—wasn’t terrible advice to take if she didn’t think that I was somewhat of a raving lunatic that was stuck with her inside the elevator. “You startled me,” she retorted, feeling embarrassed by her action, and also, I heard a defensive note of complaint in her voice. “Clearly. I have seen rabbits less jumpy than you.” My eyes narrowed to speculative slits as I slowly scanned her face. “If anyone could see your reactions right now. They would think that you are scared of me.” Am I ugly to her? She’s the only woman who’s scared of me and not bothered by my appearance. Some women will fall down on their knees begging to taste me, but Beatrice was different. And I love it. “I am starting to

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

Grinning, Abigail teased, "Curious about my trick?" Eagerly, Mobius replied, "Very." Abigail explained, "It's simple. When something scary appears, keep your eyes open. Often, we get scared because we don't fully understand what's happening. But when you see everything clearly, there's no space left for wild imaginations, and you won't feel frightened." Mobius watched the big screen intently, trying to stay calm like Abigail. "You played me! That last scene, with the bloody face, seemed so real. It's like it was right there. How could anyone not be scared?"

she whispered without looking at me. “Scared? With what?” What the fuck? “With you,” she answered right away. I sighed. “I would never hurt you, Hailey. Why are you scared of me?” I asked desperately. “You look scary.” She was still looking at her hands and never made any eye contact with me again. I touched my face. What made Hailey scare of me? Do I really look like a monster? I had a thin line scar, but it wasn’t visible unless you took a closer look.