Scaredy Monster Books Novels & Stories

The ground trembled with the heavy footsteps approaching them. DUUMM! DUUMM! DUUMM! Each heavy step felt like a giant hammer striking the earth. The trees shook. Night birds flew away in fear. Raven slowly turned his head. He sensed the presence of a powerful creature. And his face immediately paled. From within the forest emerged a giant monster. It pushed trees, causing their trunks to shift. It was nearly four meters tall. Its body was covered in scars, and it stood, its eyes bloodshot. Its teeth were bared, and its left eye was blind. However, the aura it radiated was far more terrifying than any Shadow Wolf before it.

I created a monster to ruin her. Now he’s ruining me. **** Helena spent her nights writing savage Alphas who dominated, punished, and shattered their women. One car crash later, she died, and woke up trapped in the body of Azalea, the pure 18-year-old princess she had written to be broken. Her fictional story became real as King Valdman Wolverton came for her. Scarred by years of torture, this ruthless werewolf king slaughtered Azalea’s entire family in front of her eyes and dragged her away in chains. He doesn’t want a quick death. He wants her to bleed for every sin her father committed; slowly, brutally, and completely. Helena feels every second of it: every painful lash and every cr

From what I have heard, they appear to regard it exceptionally. At the point when he at long last stops, I stop too over an especially thick book named Werewolves, Spiers, and Shifters: Complete Version. On the front is an image of a threatening werewolf ready to gobble up a human and a human combating a genuinely horrendous looking Shifter with a weird-looking lance. I slip it from the rest, concealing it behind me.

Emory I can’t move as Rainier continues to translate the story about the hybrid. It is nothing but a terrifying monster, a mindless killing machine. My breath quickens as panic sets in, making me want to run away. I want to hide under the blankets of my bed and shut the world out. I don’t want to believe my baby could turn into the beast in the story with no ability to reason and only an insatiable urge to kill.

They felt like a brand. But as I touched the cold stones, I realized the most terrifying part of the night: When Julian’s hands were on me, I hadn't wanted him to stop. I had wanted the Monster to hold me until the world disappeared.

Golden rings surround his eyes now, his chest heaving. Horror scalds my insides, a vicious headache stirring in my temples. "I-I'm done!" I say, and panic flashes across his handsome face. His body shakes, sweat forming on his forehead. Suddenly, he looks half mad. And that scares me to no end. "Y-you're a monster," I spit. He shakes his head, reaching a hand for me. I pull my hand away, and his Adam's apple bobs in his throat. "Please, baby, don't do this to me. I can't...breathe without you..." he croaks.

----- KATALEYA I'm scared, I want Mama and Daddy. I looked around the dark room, it was cold and it smelled horrible. I'm so scared. My stomach was bleeding too, and it hurt. The bad wolf had bit into me. Why wasn’t Daddy coming? Why was I here alone? I wrapped my arms around my legs, crying softly into my knees. Mama… please come, Mama… I don’t want to be here… The sound of the key scraping in the lock made my heart thunder with fear. Please go away.

I said, feigning innocence. I glanced around after speaking. It was true. There wasn't a single living person in sight, but ghosts were everywhere. "This place is cursed!" Charlotte snapped. "I can't even stop. The moment I even think about it, it feels like needles are piercing my hands." Even as she spoke, her hands kept moving. Fear flickered across her face at the scene before her. The terror in her eyes was truly a rare sight to behold. "Is this your doing? Did you come up with all these tricks to scare me? You just want revenge for all the times I picked on you at school, don't you?"

The biggest fear a child has is of getting lost and loosing his parents. I experienced it at a very young age of 6 when my world collided with his. Flash back The thunder was striking and the swords were clashing. Mama was holding me tightly in her arms shielding my eyes from the inhuman acts going on around me. Screams of pain around me were making me fear only one thing. Death Not mine, no I didn't cared for myself as much as I cared for them.

The flames engulfed the monster and the undead screamed and plummeted toward the ground below. The second monster reached for the child, fingernails long and curved like the huge talons on a harpy eagle. The little girl screamed and screamed, the sound grating on Damonq as she threw herself to the opposite side of the blue dragon, away from the monster. Her hand slipped, and she shrieked again as she dropped into space. Damonq caught her in his arms. Instantly she began to fight.