Blanky The Terror Novels & Stories

"Thank you, Diana. I appreciate your consideration." There was a long silence before Diana spoke again. "Your Highness, may I ask you a question?" Damon sighed. "Of course, Diana." "Are you afraid of the dark?" Diana asked. Damon hesitated before answering. "No, I am not afraid of the dark. I have been blind since birth, so I have never known anything else." Diana was quiet for a moment before she spoke again. "I see. I'm sorry if I offended you."

The girl that smelt of lavender, her shocking blue eyes and brown hair, she was the definition of perfect. -Skylar P.O.V- I woke up from my annoying alarm, I looked at the time and it was 5 am. As soon as I lifted my head my neck started to hurt, I got up and looked in the mirror to see two holes in my neck. Flashbacks from yesterday ran through my head, I had been attacked by a vampire. I walked into the bathroom doing my business and then into the shower, I washed my hair and body. As soon as I was done, I sat in the shower, letting my thoughts consume me. “Sky, you’re going to be late.” I heard a knock on the bathroom door.

"We'll still run tests." "Do that." The moment they left, Brooks and I headed straight to my office. He plugged the flash drive into an isolated laptop that wasn't connected to any network. "Ready?" he asked. "As I'll ever be." The screen flickered. Only one file appeared. VIDEO_001. Neither of us spoke, brooks clicked it. Static filled the screen and then the picture slowly became clear. It looked like security camera footage. Dark and grainy with the time stamp missing as a woman appeared on the screen, she was running barefoot and was obviously terrified. She kept looking behind her as though someone was chasing her.

Blue ignored the fact the man who begged her to indulge him in dinner was playing the martyr. “I had to have dinner with Richard,” “Did he even leave after breakfast?” “He works for you, aren’t you supposed to keep track of that?” “Exterminators work with pests, last I checked I wasn’t one,” Vincent smiled slightly. Lit by only the dull streetlights, face gaunt beneath its darkness, Blue felt she was looking at the warped shadow of a sock puppet; looming and domineering, small in itself but so terrifying as it stared back at her in the darkness. Hated that the crueler the man looked, the more she wanted that very face between her legs. “Are you still up for dinner?”

Annaliese looks up at him and furrows her eyebrows. Then something transparent falls off around the house, like a blanket. She opens her eyes wide in shock. They step forward and Kieran continues talking. "Darkness and Light". "One can not exist without the other". Another transparent blanket falls and Annaliese feels the ground underneath her feet get cold. Then they step forward again. "Open Sesame". "For we are welcome here". The house leans backwards like It's straightening itself and the third blanket falls off. Annaliese sees people walking about.

His stunning sky-blue eyes reveal no animosity or ill-will. I raise my chin as if I am the one in control of the situation. "Ok. Tell me. Who are you? What happened to me? Where are we?" "Can I answer each question at a time?" The sad smile barely stretching his lips earns him some sympathy. After I nod, he continues. "You may not believe me at first, but strigois are real." I furrow my eyebrows, waiting for him to laugh and say something like, "Fooled ya!"

Vren said coldly that made me creeped out. What the hell. What is really happening? The man, who Vren called Brandy, let out a rough chuckle. He was looking at Vren with sarcasm on his eyes. Then he looked at me. My heart throbbed in fear again. I couldn’t help but to grip on Vren’s coat and hid myself on his back. Brandy smirked ever more. I was somehow glaring at him. Vren looked down to me making me glance at him too.

I muttered. Blair nodded, “I could give her a portion to knock her out, but I am scared of the side effects,” she said. I could feel her fear. Blair wasn’t easily rattled. Whatever it was that was happening was bigger than we thought. My men had turned against me, working in league with a black witch. “Cloak the room,” I said immediately. Blair barely asked a question, her lips moving fast as she said a few words. “Done,” she said, her eyes white as storm.

They were chipped and cracked, some sharpened into fine points that made my entire body ache. I couldn’t help but think of how agonizing it would be to feel them gnawing on my flesh, peeling the meat from my bones. A whimper must’ve escaped my lips because the Wendigo began to growl low in its throat. “Blakely,” Azrael’s voice might’ve been calm and without fear, but it was all a lie. His eyes, which were trained on me and not the beast, were wide with terror. “I need you to be quiet and listen to me very carefully. Understand?”

-LYKOAN’S POV- Sheer terror and panic overwhelmed her. Frantically, she scraped up the blue duvet sheet to wrap around her nude top. She shivered like a scared bunny. Tears trickled down, and she stared at me as though I was the demon imp, Blitzo. With a hoarse croaking voice, she hissed, “Get the hell away from me!” A pang of pain slashed my chest at her sadness and fear. I held my hand up in the air and took two steps backwards. I remained calm. “Hey, I’m not a monster.”