Scared Potter Novels & Stories

For the first time in a while, he was scared. He had been through a lot in life and usually he was not someone who would be scared of something like that, but he had no idea why, at that moment, he was extremely afraid, as if he was watching his world collapse in front of his eyes. "You caught the wrong person! I'm just a pawn. Even if you kill me right here, you would never stop them from destroying you!" once again, he was yelling. It was starting to annoy Scarlett a little so she gestured for Damian to tape his mouth with his fingers and that was exactly what he was doing. He picked up an electric tape and taped his lips with it.

◇DON POV◇ I was angry on myself for shouting on her I don't know why I'm becoming like this I was never interested to hurt her but ended up scaring her twice I can see the fear in her eyes clearly I always wished those eyes to look at me with care but today I made those eyes to look at me with fear she is the only one who is not scared of me she treats me like I'm normal not unlike others who thinks of me as a beast but what I did I behaved like a beast

"I hope you're pleased with yourselves. We could all have been killed — or worse, expelled. Now if you don't mind, I'm going to bed." ― Hermione Granger * M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead I followed him back to the club, leaving Koltin behind. Boy, did he walk so fast?! I was about to grab the back of his shirt when I heard Jess's scream pierced through the loud music. Apparently, the DJ caught her scream as the volume of the music suddenly dropped to a whisper.

The outer shape of those pots was rather similar to the pots used for planting trees. The reason that Theo had screamed in horror was because there was a person contained in each of those clay pots. The pots weren't too big. In normal circumstances, a person couldn't get in there. So, there was only one possibility. These people's arms and legs had been broken … The scene in front of them was too terrifying. Even just taking a glance at it would make one go numb and their feet go cold. Larissa had an epiphany. She suddenly thought of Dawn, who had died.

From impatience, I almost danced, did not wait, I myself went to meet him and, by the way he put his finger to his lips, nodded understandingly and stopped. - Quietly look, - he lifted the basket, - They are afraid. I looked inside, and from there the bead's eyes looked at me warily. Incomprehensible tiddly little animals cowered frightened at the bottom of the basket, clinging to each other. - Who is this? - she whispered, afraid to scare them even more. - Belchat. I thought you would know right away. I shook my head, inhaled the scent and winced. - Ugh, why do they stink so much? - looked at these swarming lumps. Tiny, but stink-yu-yu-chee.

Hilda My lips curled up into a smile. Finally, I would be able to know what is inside the clay pot and why I can’t come closer to it. I would be able to know why the old woman referred to the pot as the blood path. Hilda You can do it. Melt every fear in you and grab the pot already! A familiar voice echoed in my head. The sight of the pot draws me closer and closer. There must be something about the clay pot.

He didn´t deserve my fear; he didn´t deserve shit! I knew I still had plenty of time. He didn´t just fuck his victims. He played with them, toyed with their emotions, and gorged on the continuous fear. He scars and torments them until they let go of their natural bodily functions and defecate and urinate themselves, ensuring that he lamented their lack of dignity and despair. He would reach out with an olive branch of hope and build them up, then laugh when the light dimmed in their eyes once they had the realization that there was no escape, letting fear emerge once again.

“Heh. Scared?” Scorpion laughed maniacally. “Ask around. I’ve been working in this line for twenty years. Nothing scares me. “I don’t know what fear is.” Kaze said indifferently, “Cut the crap. You and your crew can come at me all at once, or you can fight on your own. “I want to crush you and be on my way.” “Thud!” Scorpion smacked the table, splintering the wood.

Hendrix POV After that weirdo's silly bedtime story about end-of-the-world cults or something, I could tell Anna's resolve was breaking down. Those weird creatures and their horrifying objects were like living nightmares come true. They had twisted bodies and soulless eyes that looked right into your mind with cold malice. Their rude and inappropriate presence made me lose even my normal confidence. But giving in to fear was the first thing that led to loss. And there was no way in hell I was going to be added to Scar's crazy plan to kill people from our family tree.

By the time I was done with my first pawn (Anderson already made three), it became clear to me just how much I sucked at pottery. “What the hell is that?” he asked trying so hard not to laugh. “It’s a pawn. Don’t be mean.” “It looks like a tiny dick. Like a miniature version of a tiny dick.” He laughed so hard when I frowned and poked at it, making the tip fall off. “Now, it looks like a circumcised miniature version of a tiny dick.” “I’m not cut out for this class. God, my mom should have just asked that I be transferred to Home Ec or something.”