Scared Smurf Novels & Stories

After all, people like him should be killed with kindness. They stood facing each one smiling kindly, and the other with a confused face, if anyone passed by they would be unexplainably be frightened by this scene, the smiling man was like one of those people from horror movies who offered you to use their home phone, before brutally killing you, fortunately for any poor souls, the only one who witnessed this scene was a cat and it had enough intelligence to hightail it from there.

I hissed, yanking my arm back. He didn't bulge, his finger tightening, but not painfully, just enough to keep me in place. “You're trembling,” he observed, his eyes narrowing. “You're scared, why?” His voice came out soft. I swallowed, his soft voice getting into my head. “Its Disgust, not Scared.” I spat, pushing away his voice, though my voice lacked conviction.

He hovered too close, scent too sharp, energy too intrusive. “You seem nervous,” he observed. “I’m fine.” “You’re shaking.” He wasn’t wrong. My fingers trembled around a book spine. “Just cold,” I lied. “You should relax,” he said with a smirk. “People can smell fear, you know.” The word smell hit wrong. Too primal. Too familiar. My wolf surged. For one terrifying second, I imagined turning, teeth bared, watching him recoil— No. Heartbeat. Ground. Creek-memory. Choice.

Stupid. Jackson came up to him and stood in front of him and they started talking, I wanted to listen but I couldn't even if I wanted I couldn't... The other guy seemed to be joking or trying to tease Jackson because of all those smirks.. I don't know what's going on.. Oh damn, he looked at me And he's still looking at him with a weird smile on his face... well that's so weird, why am I scared? Or even worried? 1

I smiled sadly. "You really don't need to be scared of anything here, no one will hurt you." "How can I not be scared? I'm locked in a mansion with a load of werewolves, no offence, most of who seem to think I'm no better than a bug to be squashed." Low-level fear had become my constant companion. "I guess. I mean if I was locked in a house with a bunch of giant rats I'd be terrified, I'd be more than terrified." She shivered dramatically.

Bennet asked kindly. "Yes," I said, taking a step away. "There are many. There is an old monster, his name is President Gunford. There is a narrow and quiet monster, his name is Fujima. And there is a monster with big ears. He is the scariest of all the monsters because---" "Nicky. ??!" Bennet suddenly shouted angrily. I ran up the stairs and left Bennet. Hahahahaha! He's really pissed off!! "Come back here, you witch!!"

"Easy, kitty, I don't bite," the person laughed. I turned to the person and screamed again. The guy was freaking tall, flaming head and eyes with a scar, like the scar Mufasa's brother had but his was glowing lava. "Hey! Stop screaming!" He shouted. I continued screaming until he clamped his hand over mine, his hot hand! I jumped away from him, fanning my mouth. "Oh, I'm so sorry, didn't mean to… did I burn you?"

“Granny?” “Yes, child?” Even her voice trembled. “You’re shaking Granny.” “I know little one. I’m scared.” “Was that a wolf what I smelled? Is that what the scary smell is?” “Yes. Actually what you smelt was a werewolf in its wolf form. That was the scent I taught you to always be afraid of.” “And then the Rogues and Mr. Timmins and Jasper all came to scare him away?” “You...you saw them?” “No, I smelled them. Mr. Rogues smells like rain and wool. Mrs. Rogue smells sort of like berries and sheep's’ milk. Mr. Timmins mostly like dirt and Jasper kinda like green trees in winter.”

Alone in the dark, Amy was very scared. Suddenly, the phone rang. She answered, hoping it was her parents or the sitter. Sounding far away, a voice came over the phone: it belonged to her grandfather. "Don't be afraid, honey. There's nothing to fear. You'll be safe. The storm will pass." Then the phone went silent.

His forearms are the size of her head. He laughs, “I can see you’re scared by the look in your eye, but I can reassure you that I will take it easy on you. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be able to take me down.” She smiles, but then everything around her starts to fade and finds herself somehow trapped in her mind. Her wolf tells her, “I like him.” She laughs, “He's scary!” her wolf surprises her, “Scary is safe.” She laughs, “ What about your mate?”