Scared Tanjiro Novels & Stories

But her brain seems to process the information and she gulps. "I tried stopping him. I told him that I can carry you. But he didn't listen. He acted angry ,frustrated and was growling orders at the pack members. I feel ashamed but I was scared too." Tessa hides her face under her messy hair. I told her so many times to comb. But that's not the point right now. I sigh in defeat. I know Tessa very well. If she says that she felt scared that means Tristian did look scary at some point.

I could do anything to get out of this haunted place. I clenched my shivering hands to my stomach and closed my eyes. I felt tears running down. I was so scared of opening them. I didn't want to see myself in the ghosted black place or an unknown thing trying to crawl around me, trying to climb my body like I was a ladder. I felt a hand on my shoulder. Terrified, I yanked myself away as a little sharp scream tore through my throat. My eyes were rounded in dread. "I didn't mean to startle you, kiddo," Jace said, looking shocked

Iero might not be able to kill it, but he might also not be able to heal it. Iero looked at Jun and nodded in affirmation. “Yes.” he answered. “I… it is scary.” He said and trembled when he recalled that uncomfortable feeling that he felt when he first saw it. And so he didn’t dare approach it for fear that it would not only hurt Hierro, but also him by using Hierro. It might also hurt others through Hierro. Thus, Iero didn’t dare to take a risk, especially since this is his friend’s life that is at stake.

“It is going to be alright.” Rio’s eyes landed in the dark corner of her room. She could feel his warmth, but her attention was solely trained onto something else. The shadows, who seems to shriek, “It won’t be alright anymore.” But what made Rio scared more is when they move, and silhouettes were formed. What was scarier was the mask, which cost her unending nightmares. Rio screamed. She screamed at the top of her lungs and that’s the last thing she could remember. @cycy

He was trembling and on the verge of getting panic attack. Stopping the black Porsche just an inch away from him the driver gets out of the vehicle as if in a trance. "Come back to Tehran." He snarled on the face of Victor, his face purely white with an ugly black scar right on the middle of his forehead. He went to the switch board fixed to one of the pillars in the parking lot and put his finger into the socket. His body shook with passing electricity surprising Victor and he died on the spot.

I like her. “Just go back to the water and get towels and some food. We will take care of her,” a third girl says, as she shoves the guys away. She has beautiful dark skin and thick, curly hair. The guys sulk, and make their way back toward the water. I begin to relax a little. I’m not sure why I feel so scared of the men.

“You’re scaring me.” At her words, Dante froze, his eyes darkening, a flash of confusion crossing his face before it was replaced by something else—something cold, calculating. Slowly, he stepped back, his expression hardening as if he was fighting some inner battle. He ran a hand through his hair, letting out a breath as if to regain his composure.

He felt tears sliding down his face and couldn't fight the shame of having them at all. "If I, a small god, am to be of use to a tom, please come take me from here. Don't leave me here imagining such nightmarish things. Or let the black sand of the Black Devil swallow me up. I am too afraid. I am not strong enough for this." "I think you will find that you are stronger than you think, little no-fur." A pale Orangelo tom was standing in the doorway, holding a large black leather suitcase. His faded blue eyes were sad as they looked at the nameless no-fur. "Most of you are."

I actually commend myself for being this calm because the Jaselle I know would've screamed her lungs out and ran across the jungle in fright. My back steps was soon blocked by an obstacle that turned out to be Tommy who stood firmly rooted behind me stopping me from taking a step further away and when I turned to face him, he scared me with how high he towered above me and for some weird reasons, the tattoos on his bare arm made me frightened of him the more.

His expression was softer than usual, his intense gaze fixed on me in a way that made my heart skip a beat. “I thought you might need some air,” he said, stepping closer. I gave a small smile. “You read my mind.” He nodded, his eyes flicking to the forest beyond. “A lot’s been happening. I thought you might want to talk about it.” I hesitated, unsure of where to even begin. But there was something about the way Dante looked at me—like he truly wanted to understand—that made me feel like I could be honest with him. “I’m scared,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “Not of Orin, or even Cole. I’m scared of what’s inside me. Of what I almost became.”