Scared Potter Novels & Stories

What does your intuition say? “You are awake a bit early, Sir,” said his butler as he came into the room with a jar and a goblet and Percival looked back at him with sad eyes. “I have not been scared in a long time. But today fear is gnawing at my skin like there is some reason to be afraid. I cannot fathom why and for what would I be feeling something like this but I know that there must be a reason. I am trying to figure out the reason,” said Percival.

The flowerpot exploded, it got sliced into so many pieces that I couldn't even count. I was lost for words as I stared at the sliced-up flower pot with my eyes widened with pure horror. Then I heard his deep voice close to my ear. "Imagine what it could do to delicate human skin" I was numb with fear, his words resounded in my head. I blinked because that was the only thing my body could do right now. I could barely feel my own heartbeat. Then everything stopped, the light turned back on and the lasers disappeared. The flowerpot still lay on the ground, shattered, dead.

“Oh, there’s nothing to it. I've always been a bit of a daring observer growing up, ya know? I started to feel suspicious even as early as when Fraud Shaman started talking about this ancient demon and y’all got so terrified that some of you were shaking on your knees. Why the hell are you people so terrified, huh? Aren’t we educated, learned members of society? All this talk is for superstitious housewives, man! “But me? Sorry, but I ain’t buying it and I ain’t scared at all. I had a sneaky suspicion that something was up with Jared and the shaman, so I got some tractors to start digging. But man, even the tractormen were cowards. All it took to scare the bejeezus out of them was seeing a l

Every step Blake took cut off potential escape routes, effectively trapping the scientist within an invisible ring of determination. With each measured movement, Blake's bared teeth and low growl conveyed a clear message—this encounter was not to be taken lightly. The scientist, his face pale and beads of sweat forming on his brow, instinctively understood the gravity of the situation. The stark reality of facing a creature that straddled the line between humanity and the wild unleashed a primal fear deep within him.

Victor looked up. I backed away at once, clutching the ragdoll to my chest. My palms were slick with sweat. I had no idea whether Victor had seen me or not. The ragdoll whispered angrily, "What are you doing? Are you scared of them? Weren't we supposed to scare them?" I whispered back, "We're in big trouble. There is someone terrifying down there." "So what? We have better items. Why should we be scared of him?"

She glanced at the manager and raised an eyebrow. The manager's lips trembled. Ever since childhood, he wasn't that afraid of guns and terrorists but what scared him in a true sense were the stories of demoness and witches. With that thought in mind, the man came to a conclusion. "Guards, throw her out," He coldly ordered.

*Poppy* The early morning chill settled around me, wrapping the room in uncertainty. Tanner's words echoed in my mind, stirring fear and urgency. Seamus's involvement in crafting a poison so potent it could kill even the mightiest beast was a revelation that sank like a stone in the pit of my stomach. This was not just a threat; it was a race against time. My fingers trembled slightly as I traced the patterns on the tablecloth, the dread amplifying with each tick of the clock.

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.

Rehash , accepting that I misunderstood. I know, he says, covering the injury once more, understanding the importance of my way of speaking. However, that is not the most horrifyingly terrible part. With a chomp like this, he should have kicked the bucket ten hours earlier and the scorpion that stung him probably estimated four meters, he clarifies, finishing by putting on the bandage and returning to his guard post. “That doesn't mean there's a goliath scorpion in Dark Potland , does it?” Sasha gives in with a combination of fear and doubt in her voice.

Hazel's anxious face became redder, then she rolled her cute eyes and she turned her head into the window. The awkward atmosphere grew intensely, as Jae started teasing her. Then suddenly the company's guard knocked on the door. "Boss, Someone's here from the City Bank, he said that he is the director of the bank and came here to apologize to you!" Daryl Poxter was in despair when he knew that the one he offended this morning was no ordinary person, and it turns out that he is the most feared person in the world who turned it up side down.