Scared Potter Novels & Stories

I whispered. The shack began to shake. The black wire sculpture unraveled. The wires shot out, wrapping around my wrists and ankles. Trap. THE SILENCERS The walls of the shack blew outward. I stood on the dais, bound by the black wires. From the field of black columns surrounding the shack, figures emerged. They weren't Hollow Men. They weren't clumsy skeletons of bone and wood. They were sleek. They looked like mannequins made of liquid mercury and obsidian glass. They had no

CALEB The continuous cadenced whir of the potter’s wheel is the only constant sound in the room, a droning beneath the gentle scraping of tools and the soft squelching sound of moist clay being moulded. The smell of the air is thick, damp, and earthy. I’m sitting on a stool in the corner, my elbows on my knees, watching Vanya. Her brow is wrinkled in concentration, the skin around her eyes is tightened drawing the small mole under her left eye into sharper focus.

“Do you know of any way to get rid of it?" A slow poison was definitely something to be scared of, talk more of a silent one. I was scared out of my wits but I tried my best not to show it. I didn't want Axton looking at me with that puppy eyes of concern he usually has when he looks at me. "Sadly I don't," he replied.

The turned started shaking his head and body furiously and cried more. "I can't...I can't." he kept whimpering in a scared chant. Who was this person that he was so afraid of? "I will tear the flesh off your body, limb from limb and I will burn your body alive as I watch you scream in pain. Tell me who he is?" Xander growled loudly at the turned. We all turned to look at him. He was deadly serious. He would really do that. Okay Xander was really scary. The turned knew it too.

She then submits them to the five. “Come on, I am not in a hurry. Just dig in. It’s his favorite!” She gives them an eerie gaze. “NO!!!!!!” They are screaming hysterically. Kartika then force-feeds them by picking up the pot and pour the stew into their mouths without even letting one of them go away. She even steps on Cocong body and pours everything in the pot into his mouth. In the end, all of them are unconscious. They look sluggish except Cocong who looks in ecstasy from the disgusting taste of that cursed dish. I wonder if the dish is actually a Keter-type SCP object.

“It appears someone stopped cataloguing what they’d found. Roman coins, various pieces of jewellery from various time periods, carved stones, and pottery which they hadn’t translated yet.” “The pottery may have held things like the Fear Mongers so they could return them to the portal. Some pots have broken, which means I can’t be certain that they ever sent the creatures' back. They may have broken out of the pottery recently. These rocks are like the sigils I’ve been posting. They moved the protections and released anything trapped in that area again. The coins and jewellery most likely were offerings or trophies the Fear Mongers got along the way from their victims. I can’t tell which curr

He nearly giggled at his absurdity when he understood she was yelling simply because she feared the cockroach. She pointed the holder at him while her hand was shaking, "how could you come in and—and – " Her demeanor of dread and shock had blended into her face so that even the painter could never realize how to draw it. “The doors are all open,” he calmly responded. She stopped him when she saw he was about to step forward. "Stay there or, in all likelihood, the cockroach will come to me. Try not to allow that thing to draw close to me," her voice is shaking, she neglects to address him completely since her psyche is loaded with contemplations about her biggest dread.

Whitney pov "Argh " I screamed as a gush of pink smoke exploded from my experiment I was trying to make a potion that changes the colour of pearls but it ain't working. I sighed frustratingly wondering if I would ever get it right, it just keeps exploding "Hey Whitney don't bring this house down on us with your wack experiment " I heard my elder brother yell from downstairs I rolled my eyes. I took off my surgical mask and gloves and began clearing the table of broken glass tubes

The most scaring part of this sculptures is whenever they want to have an eye contact with we humans looking at them, very scary that i can not even control myself when I get to an extent. I started looking at all the pirates one by one to know their reactions together with the sculptures they are looking at. One of the pirates, looking at sculpture of a woman without a cloth but only skirt with her. He kept looking at the woman as she performs all actions she was performing which were just she counting some object that are small like stones on her hand. She continued to count untill one of the Objects felled, as she tried to take the one that felled, while standing up from being scout, she

My mate, Alpha Clark, orchestrated 99 of my alchemical failures, all to steal my soul and gift it to another she-wolf. And I never suspected a thing. I had just spent thirty-six hours creating the Heart of Stars essence, a potion powerful enough to triple an Alpha's strength. I had only one thought. He's going to love this. I remembered the first time I showed Clark my workshop. He’d looked at all my bottles and jars, then back at me, the awe and adoration in his eyes impossible to miss.