Beautiful Scare Novels & Stories

My limbs look longer as I advance towards Heather. She screams before she turns, abandoning her friend as she runs for dear life. “That’s not even what happened.” I whisper, fear making me feel nauseous. What the fuck is going on? The room returns to normal and Heather runs to her mother, sobbing hysterically. “Fuck, even I’d be scared of that, but that wasn’t me.” I say clearly. “Visions can be distorted by fear. We see things differently,” Janaina says. “But your mind will hold the answers, will they not? You fought the unseen beast.”

Fear I feel fucking fear. "I'm good",I keep watching. "he watching to make sure she dies",Gemma pipes up. I let out a vicious growl and she jerks. "watch your tone!",Scar growls and her eyes go wide with fear. "son",dad moves to me. "Scar calm down ",uncle Duke says softly. "back off",Scar growls again as my eyes flash golden.

The doctor leaves and Vivian couldn't help, throw aside the comforter and rush towards a mirror in the corner. The throbbing in her head, no longer bothering her. As a new fear has shaken her insides. Her eyes widen as she stared at herself. Her fingers trembling as they traced her reflection in the mirror. The scar It was looking like new, raw and visible without any veils of foundation. She couldn't stop the tears, that leave her eyes. Closing them, she couldn't hide it any longer now.

I was covered in sweat and the scald on my feet disappeared and was replaced with great fear, I began to wonder how he’d feel and what my fate was. The bag dropped from my hand and my fear became visible. I was still panicking as he began walking towards me when my gaze shifted and I saw Ava smiling deviously beside him. She stared at me with contempt but I knew deep down she was beyond happy to see me in such a state. Dave walked up to me. “Dav…” Before I could utter any word, a slap landed on my cheek, making everyone turn silent as gasps rang out.

I whispered to the empty room, my voice trembling with panic. My hand moved frantically over my belly, and I lifted my clothes, revealing a scar that looked as if it had been torn apart and sewn back together. The sight of it sent a shockwave through me, and I screamed, "AHHHHH!" My body reacted violently to the horror. I turned on the bed, scratching at my skin, pulling at my hair, desperate to rid myself of the pain and revulsion. My screams echoed through the room, a raw and primal outpouring of my anguish.

His touch was a rare comfort in the midst of the chaos, and I found myself focusing on his presence, trying to draw strength from it. “So, what’s your go-to scary movie?” I asked, attempting to shift my focus. Just then, a menacing figure with a knife appeared in front of us, tilting its head in a grotesque manner. I instinctively recoiled, brushing against Darius’s body in the process. The figure passed us with a ghostly grace, clearly enjoying the fear it evoked. I felt a cold shiver sweep through me, and goosebumps pricked my skin, a familiar sensation reminiscent of the unsettling feeling I got before summoning a storm.

Tristan said calmly. “No! No! The monster is here! He’ll hurt me! I’m noisy! I’m scared. ” Lance took a step to get closer to Skye, but couldn’t, as Skye pointed at him. “Mummy! He’s going to kill me! He’s going to kill us, mummy!” Celine’s eye followed what Skye was pointing. The moment her hazel eyes met Lance’s blue sea eyes, fear gripped Celine’s body. “L-Lance… Y-You...”

“He doesn’t care about money. Or even winning. He just likes watching.” The room goes silent. A cold prickle runs down my spine. Around me, the others exchange glances, their postures shifting. No one speaks, but I can feel the unease settling like a thick fog. I try to keep my body loose and relaxed as I walk over to Scarlett, crouching beside her and gently tucking a loose curl behind her ear. Her small fingers clutch one of her stuffed animals, a well-loved unicorn with matted fur. “What do you mean, sweetheart?” I ask softly. “Who likes to watch what?” She shrugs, not looking up. “The man you’re talking about. He likes seeing what people do when they’re scared. He has a room where he mak

I shrieked in fear when I felt their hands on my hair and I finally saw their presence before me. Red, dark and dangerous. It made me swallow harsh intake of hair as their canines were out, ready to devour me. “She smells good too, a nice neck at that. “Let's take her home, enough talking. The blood moon is making my throat burn dry.” I stared at the desperate one with Auburn hair and black eyes, they all had black eyes making them look extremely scary and different and hiding the beauty they were supposed to possess. “You might not want to do that!” I replied boldly even though I was shaking and vibrating within.

It suddenly occurred to her that she still had a long way to go when she remembered that she was going to become the personal stripper of the owner of this club, who appeared to be feared by all and looked dangerous. Though he was handsome, tall, and had broad shoulders, his looks were usually fierce and scary. "What's going to happen to me, what am I going to do? Who is going to save me from this mess?" She asked no one but herself. "Nobody, girl, just do as you are told and you will survive here." Her bunkmate said, stretching out her head to look at Jessica. Scream Jessica screamed out in fright, never having thought that anyone would be awake, not to mention getting an unexpected reply.