Dobby Scared Novels & Stories

The third vampire wavered until he was transparent, dissolving into droplets of mist streaking toward Dobah. To Blenda's horror, she could see a vine creeping along the ground, a long deadly tendril reaching out toward Dobah's ankle. She pressed a hand to her mouth to keep from screaming. It wouldn't do to distract him. She had to trust in the fact that he was very experienced and would see each and every threat directed at him even though the attacks had been launched simultaneously. "Get home now!" Dobah's voice issued the command in her mind. It was sent sharply and with a strong underlying compulsion to obey. She knew he had no energy to spare to force his will on her.

There is still a trace of fear on Alice's face who now moves away from us and tucks herself into the end of the sofa. "If he is domesticated, I think it won't be a problem," Gen said. I noticed that Denver was staring intently at Fyro, who seemed surprised as well. Wait, what exactly is this Fyro? monster? Dragon? Well, he looks like a little beast, and it looks scary when he grows up, but is he dangerous when grows up?

For them, it wasn't entertaining at all. Zobber had already restrained the force of the slap. If she had used full strength, Davy might have already passed out. "Here's another chance. If you don't talk, don't blame me for being ruthless!" Zobber threatened. "Miss, spare me!" Davy knelt on the ground, continuously bowing. "I really didn't lie. Please spare my life." Zobber took out a fruit knife from the side and waved it in her hand. Davy was frightened and seemed on the verge of fainting at any moment.

Draco spoke threateningly towards Rio. Debby, who couldn't bear to see the horror of this creature in front of her, gasped and covered her mouth. She had seen Lycan before. They were indeed the scary ones, but she had never seen anything more terrifying than the 3 Lycans in front of her right now. Lycan, like a werewolf, has very sharp hearing. Draco heard her weak voice and immediately turned his eyes to the poor girl who was trembling. Draco grinned, showing his fangs at Debby in a warning, and stood on alert as the cue that he was about to attack her at any moment.

Instead, David grinned and showed his two bloodied canines. "Sir, please take me out of here, I'm so scared," Sabrina pleaded. "What are you afraid of?" said David with a grin. "Akhhh!" cried Sabrina in surprise. Suddenly David pounced on Sabrina and sniffed her neck, the delicious smell of blood was obvious. Sabrina rebelled and tried to break free from David's grip. She managed to run but David was still chasing her from behind which made Sabrina scream in fear. Until finally suddenly the white light that dazzled her eyes awakened Sabrina.

"...lan? Dylan... DYLAN!" Dorry's lowered scream finally got to him and his tired eyes creaked to the side to see her with a widened gaze. "Dude are you trying to kill us all?" "Huh?" "You mixed in the wrong chemical and didn't realize it's been foaming up? What's got you so distracted?" Dylan blinked down to his side of the table and his eyes widened in shock, Dorry seemed to have cooled off the built up foam that now sizzled out but if it had gone on any longer things might've ended real bad.

If only I could bring him back to my mansion, then I'd make him regret ever messing with the McCorkindale's. I stood up, moving to Sabrina. I held her and brought her closer to Diego. As much as this was supposed to be scary, it was fun having Sabrina here to watch. “Watch as I pop his fucking eyes off his sockets” I said. Sabrina wasn't scared of what I was about to do. Maybe she was a little bit scared, because she gulped. “No….don't!” Diego himself yelled. I smirked. “That's not the fucking right way to beg, brother” I said, returning his earlier gesture.

My heart studders painfully at the thought of them together. Gabby is in her room, the sound of her humming carries down the hall. She is arranging her dolls in front of her bed, the way she does when she gets nervous. She doesn’t want to leave the Midsummer Pack and Damon behind, but somehow, she understands why we have to. My eyes glance down the hall, and I let the sound of her little song offer me a tiny shred of comfort. Then the smell hits me. Rotting flesh and acid.

First the cabin door slammed open, then a loud, melodic laugh echoing into the night. "Oh baby," Lorna’s voice sang out. "She's fast." Chantel’s voice followed, low and amused, dripping with menace. "Of course she is. She’s scared. Fear makes her delicious." Dorya’s heart hammered. Her knees threatened to give out, and her mind raced with fragmented prayers. Trees blurred past. She stumbled over a root, catching herself just in time, a whimper escaping her throat. Her nightshirt clung to her body, damp with sweat and forest dew.

Across her back, two interlinked circles—⚯. They glowed for a heartbeat, casting eerie shadows on the mud walls, before fading into the brown of her skin, leaving behind only the faint, raised ridges of a scar. “Abomination,” someone whispered in the shadows. “Silence!” The voice came from the doorway. The crowd outside parted, bowing their heads in fear and reverence. Even young Baraka bowed, peeking through the rain.