Scared Smurf Novels & Stories

There wasn't a card, just a tag, and I sat to open the gift. Inside a small cube box was a snowglobe, but instead of white flakes there was sand. A few tiny seashells settled to the bottom, and when the water cleared, two figurines emerged. A girl with long dark hair standing next to a guy with short reddish hair. A wooden slat sign on a post in a dune was beside them that read Seasmoke. The gift had to have been custom made and it ripped the breath from my lungs.

“I don’t want to remember it anymore. Please forgive this ignorant brother, Blackie.” Now Smile rose from the ground, unable to sit still any longer, and paced the length of the area in frantic. Smile felt like his lungs couldn’t function properly. He felt like his throat was clogged with an invisible lump and he couldn’t breathe. The fear that he felt back there came like a brick at once. He hated that room.

I give up and turn back to start going back home But am wrong Actually I start getting scared when am seeing different types of bone What scared you most is seeing what your mind can read as death bones , , ,I walk and i can see am lost , , Thing start getting out of hand when i start seeing eyes all around me a wolf eyes The wolf look like a dog and they're in pack eyes yellow as sun Immediately i see this my heart start beating faster I start running for my life and i later notice am been surround by this deadly animals They start moving closer I want to move backwards but some is already in my back i can't hold it anymore I just faint Just as Jamsmine faint two wolf move closed and want t

Terrible choice. I was so preoccupied with scolding myself that I didn’t realise where I was going, slamming hard against a wall of muscle. I fell down on the ground, looking up at a smirking ginger boy with freckles all over his face. He was also truck-sized with muscles bulging as if there was no tomorrow. “Well lookie what we have here” he smirked, me letting out a squeak of pure fearlessness (sarcasm is very evident when I’m scared). Another face appeared behind him, this one actually familiar.

But, I didn't mean to scare him that much! It scares me too! I'm scared more than they do. I'm scared that someday, they will look at me like I'm crazy. And, the fact that it's starting to scare someone is scary enough to terrify me. I don't have an assurance or even a clue to hold on to. It hurts to see someone's face with scared eyes, all because of me. I don't know what's happening with me, or with my head. I don't know what will happen next. But, I know I have to tell this to Luca. Luca has been my companion. He's really nice to me, even though he likes to annoy me. I started being comfortable around him, we even sleep on the same bed. Koniee was my cuddler before, and bear. Even though

The musty smell of damp earth tickled Zephyra Callahan’s nose, and she had to resist the urge to rub it or, worse, sneeze. Something big had scared off her tag, an impressive buck, and was heading her way. Zephyra ducked behind some thorny shrubs and underbrush as she waited to see what manner of creature it was. Licking her lips in anticipation, Zephyra’s gut told her it wasn’t a norm — a normal human. While norms were pretty clumsy, whatever was heading this way was making a lot of noise.

Way to come across like a petulant child. “It matters.” His voice dropped into its lower register, the thrilling, growly one, except right now it felt oddly soothing. Tiger balm to her pulled-tight nerves. “Now answer me.” “I’m…I’m really scared.” “What are you scared of?” “Um, slugs, growing old, all my hair falling out, enclosed spaces, relationships, my finals for fuck’s sake. And if you tell me everybody feels this way I swear to God I will punch myself in the face.”

Scar cries so hard that her voice becomes hoarse, only to freeze in shock when she watched a food land brutally on Sebastian’s hand holding the bat. “Stop It!” Scar bursts into a frantic shout, “I’ll kill you! I’ll fucking kill you!” The driver laughs at her: “Kill us? Is death the worst threat you can throw, little girl? Is that what you fear the most? There are much more you should be afraid of.” Scar shakes her head, sliding down against the door as desperation grabs her. Her whole world filled with the sound of punches, kicks, and the suppressed groan of the man who is keeping up a safe little fortress for her.

Skye. Skye, my mate. Beautiful, resilient, and undeniably fearful. It was an agonizing reality I grappled with daily, a painful paradox of sorts. How was I supposed to approach her when my mere presence seemed to strike fear into her heart? With a heavy sigh, I shifted back into my human form, my skin dark under the early morning sunlight. As I made my way into the café, I nodded a greeting to Maggie, the café owner and mate to one of my pack. She knew my secret, knew why I was here every morning without fail.

Sally scoffed. "Whatever?" I scoffed too and made my gaze back to him, his lips parted "Yes, what?" Rupert growls, bending down closer to my face, and his scary face was just an inch to my face, what is he doing, is he trying to scare me, his face is really scary when it's so close and I know I should be afraid, but something deep within me tells me not to fear this silly old man that is in front of me, trying to scare me with his face, what is thinking that everyone will cower at his sight, fine, I know his sight is something that could make other wolf cower but this stubborn she-wolf in front of him never