Scariest Animation Novels & Stories

The next second, the Patchwork Monster tore the man in half. He tossed the body outside casually. Just then, a crisp, bell-like voice sounded outside. “It’s after work hours, who’s so rude as to be throwing bodies around?” A young girl with three heads and eight arms appeared at the doorway. With just one look at the shop, anger filled her voice, and her hair stood on end. “Who the hell had a death wish and smashed the Number One Must-Eat shop in the entire horror game?”

“He doesn’t care about money. Or even winning. He just likes watching.” The room goes silent. A cold prickle runs down my spine. Around me, the others exchange glances, their postures shifting. No one speaks, but I can feel the unease settling like a thick fog. I try to keep my body loose and relaxed as I walk over to Scarlett, crouching beside her and gently tucking a loose curl behind her ear. Her small fingers clutch one of her stuffed animals, a well-loved unicorn with matted fur. “What do you mean, sweetheart?” I ask softly. “Who likes to watch what?” She shrugs, not looking up. “The man you’re talking about. He likes seeing what people do when they’re scared. He has a room where he mak

Lauren asked gently, pouting her lips and Catherine just knelt there without a word. “Honey, don’t make this difficult for us or yourself. It’s just a little task and when you’re done, everybody is free. We just want to see your wolf, is that too much to ask?” Anita demanded and she didn’t bulge. “Do you think you’re gonna escape? It’s left to you to decide whether you want to suffer or not. If you fail to shift, I’ll make sure your life is a living hell in this school. I’ve been going very easy on you but I’ll make it worse, both inside and outside the school” Martha threatened and she concluded that it was best to show them what they wanted.

It was slow, deliberate, and chillingly intimate. I pulled my face in disgust, instantly rolling my eyes. My fear was quickly replaced by a sudden annoyance. If their goal was to scare me, they should've come up with something a lot more creative. "If you’re trying to scare me, you’re going to have to work a lot harder than that. I’ve had men try to kill me in my sleep. I've been sold like livestock. I've had a bounty on my head. To me, you’re just a heavy breather with too much free time."

she murmured. My eyes remained fixed on the road. "You never know," she added, making her voice sound creepier. When I turned to look at her, she chuckled, as though she had succeeded in unsettling me. "You know, zombies aren't the only things that are scary right now," she commented, clicking her tongue. "Humans, werewolves, they've become the worst nightmares. They're all trying to stay at the top of the food chain. Do you know what they're doing?"

The part that burns the fuck up if someone were to be watching me. I'd been licking the tree sap from my hands before turning slowly to peer into the dark foliage as a heavily-furred squirrel scuttled past. “Fucking Lycan has me scared of damn chipmunks.” I cursed to myself, rolling my eyes to the back of their sockets before a clubbed claw shot out, gripping my neck and choking the scream from my throat. “Stop!” I squealed, knocking a hand against the matted fur as dollops of fear pressed into my spine and my vision blurred slightly at the edges.

It’s nonsensical, surreal and terrifying… It’s unbelievably powerful and Luntian could see how this is possibly inevitable. The strongest sense of panic and terror begins to assail the old woman as the monstrous creature moves closer and closer. It moves faster — until the old Shaman could smell the rotting flesh hanging on the creature’s bones. The closer the creature is, the more Luntian feels sick to the bones. She forced herself not to hurl. It was one of the most disgusting putrid thing she sensed.

In a split-second, the necromancer turned into an animal at bay. He leaped away from me as if he had seen the most horrible beast in the world. Something like a roar or a scream came out of his throat. I hadn’t seen such horror in his eyes before. And I couldn’t even imagine what it could be. “Reive, what’s it? Are you afraid of an insect?” I asked, slowly bringing my hands that held the locust back and letting the insect go.

Ivone's heart leapt into her throat, her heart racing with a primal fear as the werewolf's low, menacing growl shattered the silence of the night, echoing through her room like a warning from the depths of hell. Her eyes snapped open in a flash of adrenaline-fueled fear. Her mind reeled as she tried to process the horror that stood before her, her thoughts racing with primal fears and desperate prayers for escape.

Valear stepped into the dim light of the moon. The sight of the horrid figure made a silent scream lodge in her throat. It was monstrous, like something out of a horror movie. No, it was worse. Blood red orbs peered at her from ashen flesh. It pained Lucas to see her so terrified, her lip quivering in absolute fear. He could do nothing. Both their lives were at stake. He watched Valear approach her and her beautiful mouth fall open in a silent scream. She managed to gain enough strength to scramble against the wall at the head of the bed, curling her knees under her chin as if somehow it would help her