Knuckles Scared Novels & Stories

The three officials walked out, the heavy steel door of the penthouse closing behind them with a loud, digital click. The silence in the foyer was deafening. I stood near the marble wall, the adrenaline finally leaving my system, leaving my muscles feeling heavy and hollow. I looked down at my hands. The white gauze on my right knuckles was stained pink, but that wasn't why my body was reacting. For the first time in my entire life, through every brutal hockey brawl, every corporate threat, and every family crisis, my hands were shaking violently with pure, unadulterated fear.

My cheeks already tear-stained. Then, He took another device in his hand and said putting it between my two-finger," this is called finger cutter. They are used for cutting fingers of those who touch something which shouldn't be touched". Hearing him my voice become stuck inside my throat and now I am only shedding my tears. Is he going to use them on me? This question is making my blood freeze. He removed that device from my fingers and kissed my both knuckles. His weird behaviour is increasing my fear on another level.

My heart starts pounding in my chest, threatening to escape. His stale breath fanning the back of my neck and goosebumps appear all over my arms as a result of fear and irritation. Without thinking twice about who it might be, my grip tightens around the glass and I swing it around with all the force I could muster up, aiming for the head but hitting nothing but the air, the glass falling from my hand and shattering onto the ground from the force I applied.

I thought that it would be a majestic visit, but it turned out to be a hell of a night. I was already panicking inside when I realized we were on a different path. I’ve been closing and opening my eyes for a long time now, but I’m sure that the driver should have turned left when we were at the intersection. I'm at a loss for words. The sweat is starting to build up, and my knees are beginning to tremble. I won’t say that after everything I went through, this is just a piece of cake for me. Because after all of it, this kind of situation still scares me.

Before she could burn half of Gideon's body, his presence disappeared. "Did he started gasping for air when the demon arrived?" Mara asked Rachel in a gentle manner. Rachel caressed Shane's sleeping face and then placed a feathery kiss on his forehead. "No, but he got too scared that he passed out?" Mara's forehead creased? "Scared of who? The demon? He wasn't too scared the last time I saw him." Rachel shook her head and then flashed a small smile. Her eyes started to water and then she bit he bottom lip to suppress a sob.

I sank to the floor, my body trembling with fear and hopelessness. I... I can't do this. I panicked, the grip of fear tightening around my chest. My eyes darted around the room, searching for any means of escape or release. My gaze landed on a sharp nail, half-hidden in the corner. Without thinking twice I crawled towards it. I picked it up, my hands shaking. The cold metal felt like a lifeline and a death sentence at the same time. I placed it against my wrist, feeling the sharp edge bite into my skin.

His back facing me and he was knocking on my door, my anxiousness gave me no time to think about how amazing he looked. “Yes… Do you need anything?” My voice quivered and my face was covered in sweat already. He spun around and out of fright, the tea slipped out of my hand, dropping on my feet “argh!” It was out of impulse that I screamed and before I could lift my leg, I felt a soft hand pressing onto it with a handkerchief. Out of shock, I staggered back, almost falling although his grip on my leg tightened. He shook his head as he stared at me.

My knuckles are itching. He lifted his head and squinted with his good eye. Tried to say something, but his mouth was a bloody mess and his words didn't come out right. “Don’t speak,” I said, my voice low. Flat. “Just listen.” He tried to nod. Tried to act scared. I could see it. The trembling. The shallow chest rises. But he’s not scared enough. I squatted in front of him and stared into that busted face. “You got a name?” I asked

Nothing scared me anymore because I was already scared of myself. “I really need to shower,” I whispered, seeing a slight shock in his eyes. “Yes,” Kylan mumbled. “You go do that, and I’ll be back later.” I stopped walking, his words stopping me in my tracks. He had no business outside of this room, other than… Chrystal. Turns out there was something scarier than myself, and that was the thing I had seen in my vision. Kylan losing control. I could see it all so clearly again. Kylan holding Chrystal by her throat with his claws out, fangs ready to attack. The way he smashed her head to the window, Nate jumping on his back which would lead to a huge fight.

Then suddenly events of yesterday came into my mind , the gunshots, voices , trying to escape and then the scary mens . I looked around with fear . I know by this time I am shaking , my body is shaking uncontrollably from fear . I looked around and saw the men who had hit me yesterday before I blanked out . Yes , this is the same scary guy . The scary guy grabbed my face roughly in a tight grip . It's like he is trying to break my bones of face . It is hurting me really badly. I tried to back away but can't . Then I realised that I am tied to the chair . I can't move . His grip is more tightening on my face . I think my bones are on verge of breaking .