Scared Nezuko Novels & Stories

He was trembling and on the verge of getting panic attack. Stopping the black Porsche just an inch away from him the driver gets out of the vehicle as if in a trance. "Come back to Tehran." He snarled on the face of Victor, his face purely white with an ugly black scar right on the middle of his forehead. He went to the switch board fixed to one of the pillars in the parking lot and put his finger into the socket. His body shook with passing electricity surprising Victor and he died on the spot.

Behind the walls of the room, Bellona and Nevan were seen now facing each other, waiting for the certainty that was in him—Nevan. "I'll explain everything," Nevan said, looking down. In a rather scary situation, Bellona seemed to be breaking out in a cold sweat floating in a narrow room. A warehouse for storing goods, Nevan even shows the scary side of his Gumiho figure. Sharp fangs, long nails, red eyes, so that you can see the nine tails swinging behind his buttocks. "Hoh?! Nevan,” complained of Bellona, ​​now feeling scared. He stepped back again, slowly closing his mouth until it was pressed against the edge of the wall.

“You are too late…” Ben buckled to one knee, clutching his ears. “It’s a psychic assault!” Chelsea shouted. “He’s testing us!” Kensavion threw out his wings, flames bursting from his palms in a warding circle. “Back. Stay behind me.” But Cheyenne stepped forward instead. “No.” She activated Koa fully, her white hair glowing, eyes blinding with moonfire. She faced the cocoon—stood within ten feet of it—and said, steady and loud: “I am not afraid of you.”

All the girls I knew what would be waiting for them if they were made stay behind. Even the brave hearted Kaye could not hide her panic as her body trembled in fear. The boys were utterly shell shocked, they had never expected it would end up in such a grisly manner. " Senior Azure, Brightmoon! Please don't do this to us!" Wendel plead the while he knelt on the floor. "Oh? It seems that this guy knows us? Brightmoon laughed. "Of course! I know the both of you!" Wendel proclaimed. "I've heard so much about you guys from the streets!"

All but Nero. Nero wanders off into the distance, wondering what the point was of this attack as he follows the scent tracking them down. When the scent hit his nose he stops in his tracks for a moment, thoughts trailing off as he seems to remember the smell. The feeling of dread as his heart starts to race, his paws shaking unable to take another step. Devastation and pain is written all over his face and his ears are bending to the back as his body slowly lowers. This uncomfortable feeling that something is so familiar but far from pleasant. For the first time Nero, turns back, not attacking straight on as he usually would, something is holding him back. If he steps out of the territory no

"We aren't Squad Zero today. We aren't the heroes who crashed the server. We're rats. We're bottom-feeders looking for crumbs." Kara (Jinx) emerged from the pipe, clutching her waterproof bag. She looked terrified. Her glasses were cracked, and she had tied her hair back with a piece of copper wire. She looked at the sprawling landscape ahead of them and shivered. "It looks like a graveyard," she whispered. She wasn't wrong.

My hands shook so badly I had to wedge them securely between my knees just to hold them totally still. I stared blankly at the back of Kaz's thick neck. I waited for the sick game to reach its final, bloody conclusion. I just wanted them to get it over with. Kenzo noticed the absolute terror rolling off my skin. He leaned slightly toward me. The leather seat creaked under his weight. He kept his voice low and gentle, trying to defuse the crushing tension in the dark cabin. "Relax, berry," Kenzo whispered. "We aren't going to eat you today."

When I woke up, I stretched lazily before the comments appeared in my vision again: [Whoa, talk about bloody! There's nothing scarier than human nature in the apocalypse!] [Yeah, it really magnifies the darkness of humanity…] [To think he could even do that to his own parents… what an animal!] [What a selfish scum! He could do anything for a mouthful of food!] I turned on the surveillance and saw Charles and his parents fighting each other, bloodied and bruised, all over a single pack of instant noodles. "You old hag! Why are you fighting me for this food when you've got cancer?"

he was out of breath and his clothes bloodied and torn. A man just turned into a monster snake, and he was worried about my turning into a wolf. “Snap out of it!” I grabbed him by the back of his neck. “Find an axe or a huge fucking knife and bring it here.” “Anything you say, Nezu!” he said and ran off. “Nico, you have to keep still.” Darina pushed me down as I was about to get up. My body was burning up. I shoved her away from me and struggled to my knees. I had to help them.

Each strike, each dodge, sharpened my control. But in between attacks, I noticed something. Jose wasn’t fully present. His mind was elsewhere, his movements slightly slower, his expression tense. “Is Something wrong,?” I said between breaths. He hesitated, then sighed. “It’s Nikka.” His eyes flickered toward the cabin. “It’s our first pup, and I can’t help but worry. I’ve never been this scared before.” I wiped the sweat from my forehead. “Then maybe she should go back, the both of you–.”