Scared Smurf Novels & Stories

I can't afford to be taken away again, not here and not now. "Oh human!" He says in his weird accent in a singsong voice, sounding really horrible just like the frightful energy he's giving off, "I can smell you close by already. Come out or no!" he says sharply, "Stay right where you are. I'm going to have so much fun removing your lad's guts and making you watch me while you listen to his screams and torment!"

But I knew he was dangerous, and I was so scared. Then, suddenly, a loud scream escaped my mouth as Ambrose hurriedly ran over to me, cuddling me tightly. "Hey, hey... you're safe now. Did you have another nightmare again?" he asked, his voice filled with concern, as I nodded my head continuously. I was so scared, my heart still racing from the nightmare.

"Mom, are you sure smearing chili powder helps? It's killing me! Help me! Ah!" Rufus cried. My goodness! To skimp on medical fees, Hilda resorted to some ridiculous home remedy that involved using chili powder. The screaming went on for about ten minutes before suddenly stopping. Then, there came Hilda's terrified shout. "Rufus? Rufus!" He must have fainted from the pain. I didn't intervene and let them handle it themselves.

“Hush, little one. There is no need to fear. You are safe, the gentle voice of the closest alpha assures, comforting my wolf, which responds with a soft whimper. As I lay down, a sense of fear and confusion washed over me as I observed the alpha, puzzled by his lack of aggression towards me. In that moment, I caught a faint whiff of his earthy forest scent, which triggered a deep and mournful howl to escape from within me.

I scream but my voice comes out muffled. "That's not the right word , little birdie , "he chuckles darkly as he eyes me with a mischievous look. He rips the whole shirt until it exposes my bare chest . My arms quickly fly up to my chest immediately to cover myself but he drops them down with force . He snaps the bra open with his claws making my boobs spill out in one motion. I'm terrified! Maybe terrified is an understatement. I'm horrified and extremely scared ! I'm gasping loudly for air as my chest rises up and down.

I can’t go wrong he’s really familiar. “Kill her dude! I think she recognized you already.” Said by the other guy who’s continuously kicking my husband on his back. The familiar guy gradually pointed his gun at me. They say that our body reacts in a three different way on how we felt our environment specially when it smells something dangerous is going to happened. We think of fighting even if we really can't, but sometimes we allso felt to flight the moment when we saw that we are outnumbered. And the last one but not very common is freezing.

' Freddy whispered to himself before his eyes saw Kei who was still shocked and scared to see the old grandmother clinging to the wall. 'Is this grandmother spider grandma or lizard grandma?' Kei whispered to himself as he stared at the grandmother's scary face. "I'm not hiding anything. You already know the arrival of your creatures don't you? You don't pretend." Freddy tries to wake Kei up. "Ha ha ha! I may be a species like them ... But I'm not a magician's killer ..." The creature smiled in horror. "What do you want from us .. Ha!" Freddy lost his temper. "I just want to see the faces of you two before I leave." The creature smiled in creepy.

I look like I’m wearing a fucking nightie, and now I’m about to walk into a bar filled with a bunch of bikers. At least the place should be dark. Maybe I can just sneak in and quietly ask the bartender for help without anyone noticing me. I take a deep breath and square my shoulders. Mustn’t let them smell fear after all. When I open the door and the loud music comes crashing to an eerily quiet halt, I see a crowd of very large men staring at me. It’s dogs, you dumbass!, I silently scream at myself. Never let dogs smell fear!

Slow and rising, like a war drum. They weren’t normal. None of them. They were wearing masks. Laughing, joking, walking like humans. But it was all performance. Abigail’s fangs. Kael’s unnatural fury. The flickering eyes. The speed. Ashmoor wasn’t strange. It was infested. A masquerade of monsters. I gripped my cart tighter, my knuckles white, jaw locked. I kept moving. Eyes low. Calm. If I looked afraid, I might become prey.

Things wouldn’t be coming together like this if that were the case. “We have a visitor,” Jasper growled, his voice deep and menacing. Mr. Smith perked up. “A visitor?” “Who?” I demanded. “I don’t know. A woman.” His face turned more fierce. “A shewolf.” “Is she from that pack?” I said in a squealing panic. “No,” Jasper growled. “Wrong scent.” Mr. Smith drummed his fingers on the table for a few seconds, deep in thought. Black smoke started billowing out of his fingertips and the whites of his eyes darkened to empty voids. Slowly, a smile crept on his face, the friendly facade gone.