Scared Potter Novels & Stories

“Pen, those people are scary, so scary. And that woman, she’s scary too.” He was referring to Jade, but Penny did not know this.

It was in an open circle in front of a huge tree trunk that was covered in vines shaped like hands reaching out hungrily toward them. Scar tried not to look around at the faces of the goblins gathered there, instead keeping her head high and staring straight ahead. She refused to give them the satisfaction of seeing her fear or her sadness. The gentle morning breeze carried the scent of flowers, and she breathed it in, trying to keep her heart from running out of her chest.

Noticing my gaze, Leon cleared his throat. "Is it nice?" "Yeah, it's nice." He smiled to himself, and his eyes burned. "Then keep looking." I blushed, wanting to turn away, but he raised an eyebrow and leaned in close before whispering, "Are you afraid I'll eat you up?" My heart raced like a drum, but I tried to stay calm. "Not really. I'm more afraid you won't be able to control yourself." "Is that so?" Leon looked at me with renewed interest.

Aggressively, defiantly joyful. The Muse shudders. Arthur’s brushstroke wavers. He starts a new sculpture, a dark spiral representing existential dread. I grab the clay and form a lopsided, grinning frog. I put a tiny, absurd crown on its head. He composes a symphony in a minor key, a funeral dirge for lost potential. I bang on a pot with a spoon, singing a off-key nursery rhyme at the top of my lungs.

I love being with you. -‘ Me too! I always craved a friend. But I never had one. People always are scared of me. Now, at last, my lifetime servitude to Athena paid off. You are a blessing Myra!’ -‘ Why do people always fear you? Because of your visions?’ -‘ yes.’ -‘ They must be mad donkeys. Do they eat poo or what? How can anyone be afraid of such a doll? Blind pigs!’ They burst into peels of laughter.

He felt fast action was vital,so he tried to twist the cyclist's head back to it's proper position,BREAKING THE BIKER'S NECK! I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

I say to her and she stops kneeding the dough and places her hands on her hips in a motherly fashion. “There is no maybe, Bria. That is what they said. Someone out there caused that and we don’t know who.” “Are you scared?” I ask her, almost unable to believe anyone in this family knew of fear. “If you are not then you are stupid. You can deal with evil when you see it, but when you cant-” She trailed off with a shudder, turning herself back into her dough and carrying away her frightened feelings.

"I know you think I find you and your body to be undesirable and that is why I do not fuck you but you are foolish to even doubt it for that is not the truth. You are the only female in this world who can make my cock hard in a matter of seconds." "Then why? Why will you not sleep with me?" "Because I am terrified out of my mind. I am fucking scared and I know you cannot see this but this rotten fear only seems to increase with each day that is birthed. If I fuck you Theia, I might lose control. I cannot read emotions you know this and I might take you so brutally and hard that I might injure you in the process. I might even slaughter you without knowing...you do not understand." I sit up wi

"You are trembling, Clara. Why are you trembling?" "Because I want you to touch me." "Incorrect. You are trembling because you are terrified of failing. The desire is a distraction. The fear is the engine. Use it." He released her wrists with a swift tug, the ribbon falling to the floor. "Get dressed. The black dress. The one with the open back. I want the donors to see the sculpture, but I want them to be reminded that the sculpture is made of flesh."

But Pascha still looked at me like I was made of something more than skin and bone. “I’m not sorry,” I said, exhaling sharply. Pascha turned slightly, his expression calm. Waiting. “I know I’m supposed to feel shaken, or shocked, or whatever the word is. But all I feel is one thing…” I swallowed. “I’m scared.” He stepped closer, his hand touching my cheek. His thumb brushed a dust smudge from my temple. “Being scared is human, Baby,” he answered softly. “Being scared means you know what you could lose.”