Blanky The Terror Novels & Stories

The middle head barked a low bass-filled roar. He could feel the rumble in the pit of his stomach. Eliza was trembling uncontrollably in his arms. No doubt a hint of the hallucinogen still lingered in her veins. “Don’t look,” he murmured. She complied and buried her face into his shoulder. “My god . . .” Blakeney whispered fearfully, more to himself than anyone. “Cerberos. But . . . it can’t be.” He was beside himself. “We . . .” He swallowed noisily. “we do this together.” Blakeney looked at Oliver. “All three of us.”

The disciple loses his life on the spot with blood covered all his body and dropped on the empty road. Amara palpitates with fright, her face goes red completely covered in sweat. She looks around and there was no trace of the truck except the bloodied corpse of the disciple but she hears the words of the vampire in her ears. "You take help from any person on earth, he meets the same end as that of the disciple." "No" Amara squeals her hands shaking with terror. She turns around and runs to her car. Passing through the dark street surrounded by the forest on either side, she finds a girl hardly around six years in a pink frock standing in the middle of the road.

“I need to go back to the trunk before Blake may see me. I would be receiving more of these if he will—” “No need to go back, Robert. I saw you already,” in a deep baritone voice, Blake spoke. It was like Lucifer calling from the underworld. Robert trembled as he covered his head. He started screaming and panicking. Keatton was about to hug Robert, but Blake stopped him. “Not unless you would carry his punishment, then you can hug him,” Blake said while smirking.

Mother Roxanne immediately went over to the bathroom, got a basin of cold water, and poured it over Blair. Blair suddenly opened her eyes. When she saw those two strangers, Mother Roxanne and Lyra, her eyes were filled with terror. “Little beast, do you know who I am?” Lyra fiercely pulled out the white cloth stuffed inside Blair’s mouth and said viciously. “Who are you? Let go of me, let go of me now,” Blair shouted in terror as Lyra slapped the girl’s face fiercely. She cursed, “Little beast, you and Tyr Summers look rather similar. Hahahahaha, I will make your life more miserable than death.”

I asked in shock while looking at elexier and the driver back and fourth. “Sir! I’m sorry Sir but this black van got in the way!” his driver said that made me look outside and yeah. A black van suddenly got on the way blocking us. I thought it was just an accident but heck no! Man is their black mask and armed with gun suddenly got outside the van making me panic to the max! “Oh my! Oh my! Elexier they’re gonna kill us! AHHH!” I screamed silently and shook Elexier’s arms. My widened obviously so scared right now. Damn! My heart is beating so fast! I don’t wanna die!

Even Rikka was stirring, pushing herself off the rocky ground. Blake's psychic hold on them was getting weaker. Around us, the supernatural armies watched in tense silence. The evening air felt charged, like right before lightning strikes. Vampires and werewolves alike seemed confused about what to do while two people stood motionless in some kind of mental battle. That's when Blake started screaming. The sound tore from his throat without his mouth opening, a raw shriek of absolute terror that echoed off the rocky walls. His body remained perfectly still, but the noise coming from him was pure nightmare.

“What's going on?” “I think you guys should clear out.” Lucy rose from her crouch and motioned for us to leave. “Let me handle this, okay?” I stayed put for a moment, but it was clear that our presence was making Blair very frightened. She looked on the verge of passing out again, so I grunted in assent and followed Blake out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. “She was very lucky you came along.” Blake stood, arms crossed watching the shut door. He had a troubled look on his face. “But what in god’s name is a vamp doing in these parts? They usually stick to their area over at Mead.”

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.

The heat around him woke him up, he was drenched in his sweat from fear and of course, heat. Dordin wasn't in a good state of mind, he didn't have time to figure things out because Generosasis had just released fire on her sister, the smell of burning flesh filled the air, this time, the people already knew things were about to get ugly and that was when they got scared. Really scared." Mrs Grassroots paused, sipping the bottle of water in her left hand.

“I booked the plane and checked in, but never boarded it because I was too scared. Firstly, I wanted to run away from Mellow. It became too painful staying by her side any longer, especially as she loved another man. Secondly, I also needed to run away from my fiancee. I had found out about everything she was doing, so I suspected danger, which was why I crafted the will and disappeared. I couldn’t face anything. I was a coward. However, at the airport, I purposefully delayed entering the plane. I just couldn’t go ahead. And I badly wanted to drag Mellow with me. Drag her far from Saltusa’s grip. But I knew she would not agree. I couldn’t tell her about Saltusa either because I thought it wo