Beautiful Scare Novels & Stories

The thought made me mad. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t hear the sounds of footsteps approaching and I was only snapped out of my reverie when I heard a small surprised gasp. Immediately, I turned in the direction of the sound and was surprised when I saw a little blonde girl with blue eyes. She was glaring up at me with nothing but fear in her big doe eyes and when she noticed me staring, she stepped back in panic. At first, I was so surprised by her reaction until I noticed that my dark-colored scarf had slipped off my head and now my scars and bruises were open for the entire world to see.

His muscular wolf frame oozes out power, his gray hair and scars that adorn his face and body, are a testament to the battles he has fought and won. His presence alone fills me with a primal fear, as if I have stumbled upon a predator in the midst of its hunt. As he closes the distance between us, each step knowing and resolute, my body freezes in place. The fear that courses through my veins paralyzes me, making me incapable of rational thought. I can feel the tremors coursing through my limbs, my muscles betraying me in the face of this scary person.

Her pulse thunders in her ears, and it takes precious moments for the residual terror to subside in the tiniest sense of it. In the eerie stillness of the night, Marisol clutched at the sheets, her heart racing wildly owing to the scare of the nightmare that had taken a few nights off, only to return stronger than it would seem. The vivid imagery of the beast persists even behind her closed lids, haunting her waking moments as she grapples with the remnants of the surreal horror that had unfolded in her dreams.

And as every gaze in the hall shifts between us, shock, disbelief, calculation twisting across their faces, a single, terrifying thought crashes into me. What exactly did Scar just start?

It’s Anthony Scarfo. The world seems to slow down into a terrifying, frame-by-frame nightmare. My vision blurs with pure fear, and I nearly trip over the hem of my own dress as I violently tear my eyes away, laser-focusing on the empty seat next to Julian. I sprint the last few steps, dropping into the cushion as if it’s a life raft.

For Scared. Seventeenth crack: inside, not note, word, mirror, dress, night, baon, milk, teeth, time, voice, silence, laugh, tear, pencil, coffee, band-aid. Kumot. Small kumot. Scared's kumot when she was 5 and she hid under it during brownout and heard dogs barking. Scared held her own kumot in hands. Warm. Like first time someone said her scared is real. She wrapped kumot around herself. Not around pier. Around herself.

His body started trembling, and he was utterly terrified. Linda inched closer to Scar Number One. Seeing how Linda was approaching him, Scar Number One felt as if an evil spirit was about to take his life away. "Don't come near me. Ah! Ah!" Before Linda could step toward him, Scar Number One was already so scared that he was screaming. Lucas smiled faintly thinking how human nature was. Swoosh! Following a horrifying sword aura attack that appeared before the crowd, Scar Number One parted from the world for good.

It looks at me so creepy ready to attack. "BEAR!..." I scream so scared, the beast approaches me... with its claws and its eyes full of violence, I stand paralyzed full of fear.

Werebears were never scared. “You were a Black Briar before you were excommunicated, right Dr. Azoria?” Scarlet spoke up this time, earning a chuckle from the witch doctor. He walked across the room and rested against Scarlet’s chair. “Indeed I was,” he answered. “And the rest of the Black Briars were murdered, destroying their entire coven, correct?” she asked again. My breath caught in my throat at her question. My fear was now on high alert. Mobi must have sensed this and grabbed my hand and gave it a tight squeeze. Jackson and Kaylin both had their eyes glued to me. Jackson could obviously sense my fear and Kaylin looked as worried as I did. I turned and looked back up at Vael, who nodde

He didn't know this woman, but he doesn't know why he hesitated to attack her, he can tell based on how she was shaking she was really scared. *** "Now tell me are you scared" Ben taunted. She didn't respond, she only held him like a life saver. "If you don't talk, I will tell Hades to come" he warned. "No!! please, yes, yes, am really scared!, am not ready to meet Hades, oh Lord, get it away from me" she said in cracking voice. She was literally screaming. She has never felt so scared before. Andrea doesn't like dogs, and never bother about getting close to them.