Scared Smurf Novels & Stories

" Raven sound something is to have been a laugh. I can’t believe you’d be afraid of anything.” “I was eight and surrounded just by killers who could kill me with a word. I drew patterns on her back. "I was scared of everything. Each handshake felt like it was going to be my last. Smiles, it seemed to me, were full of hidden knives.” "What changed?" She asked quietly. When did you stop being scared?

Heat kissed my skin, but there was no pain. Only dread. A dread so deep it didn’t have a name, only weight. Then the smoke shifted, and something emerged. A massive wolf, fur like midnight ink, eyes glowing silver like twin moons. It stepped toward me, slow and deliberate. Its claws dripped red, the blood fresh. Its eyes gleaming like polished mirrors, reflecting every inch of my fear. It snarled, low and unearthly. I knew instinctively, I was a prey. Then came the voices.

I am not scared of her’ I stood up losing my patience. ‘Harper, you need to learn how to talk’ I said sternly to her, but she raised her brow as if challenging me. ‘Oh really? Than prove me wrong and show us your mighty wolf’ her words caught me off guard, her eyes had a sarcastic challenge as if she knew I can’t shift. ‘What is this smell?’ suddenly Jack said, grabbing my attention towards him and following him we all inhaled catching up the ugly scent. ‘Eww, its disgusting’ one of the pups covered his nose to block the smell. I again inhaled deeply, and my eyes widened in fear, even Jack and Harper also were looking at me as if they had also recognized the smell.

My spine hit the wall again, and for the first time since this whole stupid morning started, I actually felt scared. Not just turned on. Not just annoyed. Not just horny. But scared. Because he was smiling again. Not that cute little smirk from earlier. Not the arrogant “I want to fuck you in front of the vending machine” smile. No. This smile was darker. Sharper

I swooped in and grabbed him by the shirt. “Start talking!” I said as I shook him. He raised his hands in the air, his eyes wide with fear. “Hey, I'm sorry!” He yelled. I rolled my eyes and dropped him because he looked genuinely scared. “What the hell? I'm not going to hit you. Don't make me look like a villain.” I said with a scoff. He smiled nervously. “I know that. But you're scary when you're mad.” He said. I glared at him and poked him in the forehead with my finger.

Especially one placed by a royal wolf. I didn’t turn around. I ran. Pain screamed through my leg, but adrenaline drowned it. The moors blurred past as I stumbled through thorny brush and leapt over a shallow ravine. “Marcus,” Scar called out calmly. “Stop running. You're only wasting what little strength you have left.” His voice was terrifyingly close. My heart hammered against my ribs. I pushed harder. I burst through a wall of tall grass And nearly collided with three wolves prowling into the clearing.

"Why do I have to close them?" He let out another lazy smirk. "Let us call it a little trust exercise. Unless, of course, you are scared." Scared? Oh, maybe I was kind of scared because I knew that he could turn into a giant demon wolf from the pit of hell, but at that moment I was more curious than scared. I tilted my head, matching his energy. "I don’t scare easily." "Then prove it," he murmured, his voice dropping into something that was a perfect blend of dark and smooth.

I say it in refusal. "Ahaha, look at her. Oh, darling, are you scared?" The one with a scar says, swiping a tongue over his lips. "Oh, don't be scared. You shouldn't be scared. We're just going to play a little. I'm sure you'll like it, too." Another one adds. Something feels wrong about this. I am not that dumb. They don't really look like good people. I back up, while at the same time knowing that I really won't be able to escape.

“Scared? Oh, ma'am. You give me far too little credit. You’re the ones trembling in my domain, surrounded with nowhere to run. If anything, you should be terrified.” “You don’t scare us,” I find myself saying, my voice stronger than I feel. Salcom’s eyes shift to me, and for a moment, his expression falters, like he wasn’t expecting me to speak up. But then he smirks. “Ah, Dixie. The little mate. How sweet of you to tag along. It’s almost touching, really. A family outing.” I clench my fists, my nails digging into my palms to keep from trembling.

“Why are you going to die when you eat seafood? You've been eating it all this time, even every day. But you're fine! Tell me! What are you hiding from me?!” Mrs. Smith panicked. She wanted to stop this fight, but she didn't know how. Whenever she wanted to intervene, both Liam and Amora would talk continuously. Amora was very rude and angry. She almost slapped Mrs. Smith. But after hearing Liam's accusation, she was suddenly very scared. Her sharp eyes dimmed in an instant. She looked around her, trying to find a light to help her.