Novel & Cerita Best Scary Novels

But suddenly, unexpectedly by me, I felt something was watching me. I opened my eyes, and I was surprised by a man in a black robe right in front of me. I was shocked and took a step back. I saw the man. His face was handsome, slightly pale, his eyes black as red as blood. Seeing his physical characteristics, I was shocked again. I was so shocked, that I fell and my behavior accidentally caught his attention. He looked at me. I saw her eyes that looked like they weren't human, he was just like the vampire I described in my novel. I did not think, he stretched out his hand to me. He smiled sarcastically at me, while I was scared to death. While outside the elevator, I heard a terrible sound f

Feeling amazed that the Alpha will read something like this, especially knowing that most wolves hate vampires for its history. As Brianna began to slowly crouch and check more, finding other books that are similar to Twilight, like vampire club, vampire moon, and other things, suddenly Brianna felt a sudden wind behind her. ‘A wind?’ she muttered, automatically turning around to find no source as the room had no window. There’s just an old bookcase with a creepy vibe behind her.

" I informed them even though I was extremely scared for my life. I have heard stories of how Vampires brutally kill werewolves on the night of the Red Moon. And being in their territory or hideout was frightening. "Master will see you soon," the tall one muttered in a deep, scary voice. Before they ambled out of the door, Suddenly, the brown wooden door of the dark room opened. And a skinny tall vampire stepped in. The entire room became darker than it previously was. And my whole body became cold, as if the temperature had dropped. The vampire was radiating power and darkness that caused my wolf to whimper and cower away in fear. I previously thought the one who left was scary, but this ma

The book refreshed me of the events, but it didn't really have any clues that can point me to what Yvonne's looking for. *CREAK* I sat up straight when I suddenly heard a creak which was followed by footsteps. It was indeed creepy but it wasn't enough to scare me. I'm a 30-year-old doctor who's seen much more things than a ghost. I never believed in ghosts but meeting Nova and even talking to Yvonne was shaking my belief in the possibility of ghosts being a hoax. I believe firmly in the saying that "You should be more scared of the living rather than the dead" and besides, I've seen more guts and dead bodies in my life to be scared of ghosts.

[Nowo’s POV] Even though the light entered me without causing any pain, I was still scared and thought it had killed me. Endings are indeed terrifying, and if someone were to claim they aren't afraid of something as natural as death, I wouldn't believe them, for there is nothing more frightening. I couldn't recall what happened after that, but I sensed something peculiar about it. It's strange how I can still hear noises, feel the hands of creatures taking me somewhere.

One hand around her neck the other handing by his side, he had long sharp nails and I think I heard a roar from him. The roar was less guttural than that of the one I heard from Cain but it instilled fear just as successfully. What caught my attention most was his burning red eyes in the dark. The sight terrified me to the bone. This was different from the wolves, they had a sense of warning and intimidation to them but from this man, I only sensed death.

But when her hand stopped on the thirty-second page, Blakely's eyes started to widen at the sight of a few sentences that she thought were terrifying. Nickson is a killer. Blakely's heart rumbled with anticipation and fear. She was afraid of finding things she didn't want to find in the next line. But curiosity overcame fear. So that when her eyes rolled to the next words, she couldn't stop reading until the end.

Tess I find many things in this world scary: walking to the bathroom late at night when you don’t have a nightlight on, fake friends, the members of the Safir pack, and last, and probably my biggest fear, is the thought of spending eternity alone. Sue me for thinking that’s a terrible fate, but that is how I feel without lying to myself.

This was the blood of a kindly old man who grew tomatoes, and the sheer, wanton cruelty of it, the vivid, screaming red of it, made the world tilt on its axis. I felt the breakfast I hadn't yet eaten rise in my throat. Just because I had killed zombies, it didn't mean the sight of blood, real human blood spilled in atrocity, was getting any better to handle. If anything, it was getting worse. It was a reminder that the greatest monsters in this fallen world were not always the ones who moaned and shambled, but the ones who could still scream.

“Were these any help, detective?” “I’m afraid not,” I said, defeated. I was in a bit of a daze after staring at projected newsprint on the dim screen. I leaned on the desk and looked around the building absentmindedly until my eyes finally settled on a small sign hanging on a table covered with a neat stack of books. “Warning: The Library is Not Responsible for Nightmares!” I read out loud, walking over to look at the books. Well-worn volumes with pink skulls grinning back at me from stickers on their spines. Dracula. Frankenstein. The Invisible Man.