Knuckles Scared Novels & Stories

He called me and left me messages. He made me an icepack for my ankle and stopped me from falling. I feel in a lump in my throat and I’m so scared it might turn into stupid tears that I pretend it’s a cough. Kennedy gets me a glass of water and that only makes it worse. He’s about to step back to the pan when my hand moves on its own. I watch my fingers clasp around his wrist, and he freezes dead. He doesn’t even breathe. I’d feel it on my face if he did.

I watched the smirk fall from one of the brother’s faces, but another guy called Knuckles had the guts to stare me down. “Who believes this crap? She’s a wolf-hybrid, can’t you smell it?” Knuckles spat with contempt. In a split-second reaction, I lunged forward and swung a punch at his jaw. I must have made that fucker see stars because his eyes rolled to the back of his skull, then I hauled him upright by his vest, bringing us nose to nose. “You wanna say that again? Go on, I dare you?” I goaded, hoping he would repeat it.

Raw, visceral fear had her trembling uncontrollably, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps. My claws had raked the air inches from her throat, drawing three shallow lines across her cheek that bloomed red instantly. She shrieked, a sound of pure terror, clutching her face as blood dripped between her fingers. The remaining chain on my left wrist snapped taut, jerking me back mid-lunge. I snarled, straining against it, muscles bulging, veins burning, desperate to close the last foot of distance and end her. Bianca’s shaking hand fumbled at her belt, slamming down on a red panic button. A shrill alarm blared through the corridor, deafening and urgent.

Or was it removed before it ever reached him? Time passed without me noticing. I kept reading. Analyzing. Trying to piece things together. Until— A loud knock shattered the silence. I flinched. My heart jumped. Panic crept in unexpectedly. This is my office… why am I scared? The knock came again. Louder. I quickly gathered the scrolls and locked them inside my safe. Then I rushed to the door and opened it. Kael stood there. Watching me. His expression was cold and unreadable.

I'm sure he was watching p**n or something. But my stomach turned. A knot of fear entered my belly. My fingers were trembling slightly as I went to take hold of the knob. I told myself I was paranoid. It was probably a movie. He liked those stupid prank videos, the ones where they fake-moaned to scare people. That had to be what it was. But a part of me did not believe so. I slowly turned the knob and pushed the door open. And there he was.

I warned, gritting my teeth, but she stood her ground, lifting her chin defiantly. “Who are you to tell me that?” she laughed, crossing her arms. “What if I don’t want to stop?” “Then you won’t like what I’m about to do,” I threatened. “If you bother Nicole again, I swear I’ll knock all your teeth out!” Kendra’s eyes widened in fear as I clenched my fists and leaned in closer. Her lips quivered as if she wanted to say something, but when I raised my fist, she screamed and bolted out of the house.

I wouldn't be contemplating to cancel the meeting just so I could- Knock! Knock! Knock! I glanced at the door. I could use a distraction. My gaze flickered back to the mirror. My shoulders slumped a bit, a frown morphing on my face at the sight. I could use some help. "Charlotte?" Knuckles firmly thump against the door in a flurry of knocks. "Sweetheart, your mates can sense your anxiety rising and it's starting to freak them out. Are you okay?" "Not really...." My voice trailed off unsurly. I twisted around again, gaze trained on my lower half. My frown deepened even more. Insecurities and nerves bubbling deep in my gut as I spoke again. "Could you come in? I think I'm having a-"

For a second the fear lingers in my body of thinking that one of those punches could come in my direction. “Fuck!” He yells. Without continuing to think more about the subject by the arms and try to lower them. “Stop!” I ask, feeling that my cheeks begin to burn. I hate this, I hate him reacting this way, he's bleeding his knuckles and he could break a hand. He is enraged to the point of not being able to, the veins are marked on his neck as the skin begins to burn. "I can't believe it," he insists, breathing violently.

I screamed and held my head with both hands My head was pounding me,it hurts and felt as if thousand ants are crawling in my brain,my hands started shaking and my knee felt like rubber,I started breathing heavily I whimpered "It hurts...it hurts...Ahhhh" I screamed louder this time "Skylar! Skylar, what's wrong?? Pls Skylar! You are scaring me" I heard Leon panicked voice "Skylar..can you...can you hear me?" I felt as his chest falls and rise he also had difficulty breathing

"Super romantic." She looked at me for a long moment, the theatrical sadness leaving her face, replaced by genuine concern. "Are you scared, Kelsey?" I swallowed the tight lump in my throat, keeping my chin lifted high even though my hands were shaking hidden behind my back. "Of course I'm scared! I am so freaking terrified right now," I admitted. "But I am not going to let any of these people see it. They already think I am weak just because I don't have claws."