Scared Potter Novels & Stories

He spoke to the soldier beside him without taking his eyes off Aazim, the soldier nodded and walked towards Aazim. Aazim who had come out from under the chair was angry and scared but more angry because his plot had now failed but still he kept a bold look on his face. He looked round the hall and accessing the damage, there was not a single follower of his that remained alive, he frowned. He had heard when Saadiya screamed his name, he could see the pain and anger in her facial expression and as he watched her approach him, he withdrew a small knife from underneath his shirt and held it out of the sight of the others.

He was in shock, Only a few seconds had passed from the time Jate Woods made his first move to the time Scar crashed heavily to the floor. 'What the....What the hell was going on?' Jan Bobber gulped and stood where he was as if he was nailed to the floor. He couldn't move at all because he was in such shock. He knew very well how powerful Scar was. He was one of the three highly skilled fighters who worked for his father. How...how did he collapse so easily? 'Monster! A demon!' These were the words that popped up in Jan Bobber's brain to describe Jate Woods. Jate Woods was just a man wearing a bathrobe, but he was definitely a terrifying demon! Scar lay on the floor and couldn't fight back a

Who was he? "I want to tell you everything, everything under the sun and moon about me…I-I really do. I-I '' He brought his hand up to my hand that was cupping the side of his face. He just started caressing my hand with his thumb ever so carefully. "I-I'm terrified to do so, you will no doubt full on believe I'm this some crazy lunatic that escaped the looney bin." He whispered softly, he was trembling— he was genuinely scared…terrified.

Lauren stirred the contents of the pot on fire, hoping her bad mood would not affect her cooking else she’ll be in deep trouble. She had always been the one preparing meals ever since she was fifteen and right now, she was preparing lunch. Yes, she did not go to work that day; not after losing her favourite employer that payed her more than any other employer. Her phone had been buzzing nonstop all day with calls from her different employers but she had all turned them down with some flimsy excuse of being sick. In truth, she was scared of stepping a foot outside. Mrs. Patricks had clearly warned her not to let her set eyes on her and being a woman of her words, she knew she might end up beh

I grabbed the largest shard of ceramic from the floor—sharp enough to slice through skin, heavy enough to do real damage—and lunged at her, jamming it against her throat. “Don’t,” I breathed, pressing the edge into her skin until I saw a bead of blood well up. “Don’t fucking move.” She froze. Blood dripped down her face. Her eyes were huge now—wide and white-rimmed—all that contempt replaced with pure, animal fear. I nearly scoffed, where did all her courage go? “Girls like me,” I pressed the shard harder against her skin. Not enough to kill. Just enough to make her understand. “We’re not all the same. Some of us—” I sneered at her terrified face, “—are fucking dangerous.”

Emily could recall that the current theme for the art gallery ‘Sheer terror’ where each artist had to create something based on what they feared, but since she knew so little about artwork and sculptures, she had no idea what the exhibits meant. “Well, I would also be scared of a dick that big.” She laughed as she remembered the sculpture she first saw, and as she continued working, she saw another thing that almost made her heart jump out through her throat. True to the gallery’s theme, sheer terror coursed through Emily’s being as she stared at the intricate work of art. It wasn’t really a sculpture, it looked too real. The exhibit had chains, ropes and lengths of twine hanging down where

Jumping out, you give a start, I feel it pump inside my heart, looks as if I need black art, Yikes!!! Your not afraid? you silly girl, let me give another whirl a bony hand, sweeps & swirls tattered sheets they creep & twirl You do your best to discourage guests I'm prepared for any scary test Yes I'm different from the rest, & by the way, you mustn't know that I am blessed I'm not leaving, you may have guessed Some pumpkins happy some are scary the children here, they shan't be wary I am not, no I am nary

I threw a scornful look after finishing mocking her. "I was right. You haven't learnt your lesson yet. Let's see how you'd boast around after I teach you this damn lesson, you whore!" It was the first time that I felt genuinely scared of Serra. The blazing anger in her eyes said something. My inside started to tremble as I caught a whiff of the familiar scent of a man. It was Trevor making his way inside the dungeon. "Serra, what do you think you are doing?" I asked in fear.

A coward. That was the word that could beat describe forty-year-old Hannah Morales. A scaredy pants who vehemently avoided going to her work site for fear that she may run into a certain blonde. A blonde who for the past few days, has lived rent-free in her thoughts. A blonde who served as a muse for every unholy thought she's had.