Mlp Scared Novels & Stories

“Mama that scary man looks like me, His he my papa?.” She didn’t deny it. “He scares me,” Mateo said. “But not the way bad men do.” Her chest ached. “That’s what scares me"

His warmth surrounded me, solid and real and alive. "Talk to me," he murmured into my hair. "I can feel your turmoil through the bond, but I can't read your specific thoughts. Tell me what you're feeling." I leaned into him, closing my eyes. "I'm scared." "Of what?" "Everything." The word came out barely above a whisper. "Malachar has demon generals. Kha'zor was just one, and it nearly killed us all. He has a whole cult working for him, people willing to die for his cause. He has information about my past lives that I don't even have. And now he might have information about my weaknesses from Lucien."

“Never knew someone overgrown like you could get scared.” He slides between the sheets, slipping one arm under my head. “There are things that scare me, and you're totally at the top of that list.” He kisses my forehead again, this time not so lightly. I tilt my head up, knowing what he means. I spread my hand on his hard chest, feeling the pumping of his heart. “Isn’t it scary how our bodies are like machines? If something vital no longer works or is damaged, we can’t be repaired… life is… a chance. Who knows whose machinery will stop working or get a malware or malfunction or give up entirely…”

" Malcolm interrupted Debbie angrily. Malcolm's dark eyes didn't show the slightest bit of warmth. His facial features were gorgeous and cold and his coldness made people want to retreat. He glanced at Velma. The words that he almost blurted out were forced back into his heart. Velma stood at the side and did not dare to say a word. Malcolm was born with a sense of oppression and Velma was most afraid of it. It could also be said that her fear came from the inferiority in her heart because she was not the biological daughter of the Remington family.

He stretched out his hands and asked for a hug. Mable quickly walked over and hugged Spike. Spike raised his head, looking frightened. He opened his mouth to complain, “Mommy, that bad guy yelled at me and glared at me! I’m so scared!” Blair did not know what Spike was mouthing and only recognized the last two words. Scared? Blair thought, ‘That little bastard looked like he wanted to eat me just now. How would he be scared?’ When Mable saw what Spike mouthed, she immediately turned to Blair with a glum face. “Blair, you can target me, but don’t you dare bully my son!”

And a sense of fear. He only hoped she had just scared herself in the dark. But there were too many shifters here, and most of them he did not fully trust. Would any of them go so far as to harm a human? As to hurt his mate? He didn’t want to think so. But the possibility was still greater than zero. Even though it felt like hours, it did not take Malcom long to find Poppy. She was lying face down in the dirt, blood covering her back and legs.

Instead, their eyes brimmed with fear. "Melanie, please. We're begging you. Let us go. We promise we'll never bully you again. Just let us off the hook." I had never heard them speak to me with such humility. For a moment, I couldn't process it. But judging from their disheveled state, it wasn't hard to imagine what they had been through. "Alright, that's enough. It's time to eat." Suddenly, a familiar male voice rang out behind me. My back stiffened, and I hesitated before turning to look.

Nathaniel The sense of impending doom has been a constant companion since I met Megra, a shadow that follows us everywhere. The city lights blur past as I drive, with Megra beside me and Mia sleeping peacefully in the backseat next to Liza and Celia. It’s a rare moment of calm amidst the chaos that has become our lives. But even in this fleeting peace, I can't shake the unease coiling in my gut. The gunshots scared us; Mia has not been the same.

’ Just as I finish the mind link, I am swept off my feet. Literally, the guy whooped me up and carried me. Well, the wind and this thing that looks like a portal carried us while he was holding me. Everything is blurry on the sides when I try to see where we are, except him. He is as real as they get and for some unknown reason; I don’t feel scared anymore. This is strange but maybe being through all that I have been through has made me not to care.

[Content warning: Mentions of death, blood, trauma, and disgusting elements] Danielle and the male lay awake silently beside her, shivering in terror. Emlyn gulped uneasily as he tried his best to calm down the raging fear in his mind. Luckily for them, for some reason, the monster was no longer facing them but opposite with its back filled with wriggling limbs before them. It was quite disturbing but much better than the maggot-covered, huge-sized face that had been facing them.