Scariest Bonnie Novels & Stories

She was feeling safe in her fathers' embrace now. "It’s okay Minnie. It’s okay to be scared and afraid. But never shut yourself off okay. Promise"? Callum stretched his hand and she held it tightly followed by her Daddy. "So Chriss, huh". Stephen looked into her eyes wiping the tears and smiled as he saw his fierce, scary, angry queen bee all blushing in her Dad's chest. ********** Tabby

“I'll see you later, hmm?” Shirley nodded back at me and walked past Nora out the door. As soon as Shirley left, Nora smiled at me. “Do you want to see a magic trick?” She pointed to herself and then at the door which started to close itself slowly until it eventually shut itself. I was a bit scared about this magic trick. And Nora. I wondered if she was truly who that she said she was. “Are you scared, Alexa?” Could she read minds too? “I'm not—”

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Sin Frostfire Solutions Carla stood before me in six-inch high stilettos, her pale face containing a bit of shine. Her lips were a deep red, complemented by the blood red dress she was wearing. As beautiful as she turned out in her vampiric form, I still couldn’t get my mind off how Scarlet was humping Jerk in the college grounds. Carla’s lips were moving as she gestured with her hands. But I wasn’t listening. Although I was elated to see her, it was difficult to erase the picture of Scarlet and another man in my mind. Even when I knew there was little I could do to change the situation.

Boris held up the included drawing for the camera, a blocky scarred head drawn on lined notebook paper in pen, and then looked directly into the camera. “Well, Billy Johnson of 802 Fairmount Street, the big white house with blue shutters and an oak tree out front . . . All you really need to know about me is that I have sharp teeth. Sharp teeth and a taste for blood. Look out for me under your bed. And if I’m not there . . . check under your mother’s!”

then go after you because the fate that you will have to suffer at the hands of those two evil bitches will be horrible, and I will never allow it. I will go after you. I will find you. And I will kill both of them. Do you think I am afraid of them? They're only vampires. Why do you think they are so scared of us? And do you think they will come to the battlefield? No, they won't. They will come after us in a pack with all of their witches because they think my mother and I will be hiding from them, afraid to fight them. The gypsies will be here to protect the border. They are much stronger with the white magic and the magic of the Moon Goddess than any dark witch. It is logical if you star

Bonnie was beginning to feel very very uncomfortable. "Relax, Madam, I'm just trying to make conversation," he said, a slow smile forming on his dry lips. Bonnie kept staring at him with wild eyes. She wasn't normally this paranoid but after the encounter that she had with that supernatural, her spidey senses were all over the place. She couldn't place her finger on it but something was very very wrong tonight. "How long before we reach my address?" Bonnie asked, her eyes never leaving him through the rearview mirror.

“Jenna,” I smile while getting to my feet and lifting Bonnie at the same time. “Are you okay, baby?” Bonnie nods her head, still smiling. She’s always full of smiles, and I wonder how life can be so cruel. Toby, the pack doctor, said that Bonnie was more than likely traumatised after witnessing her father’s death. Bonnie’s mother was killed by hunters while in wolf form. Hunters are rare these days, but other shifter species now and again come along to kill wolves.

Blue veins protruded around her cheek bones and down her neck. “Bonnie…” Cassidy began. “What’s happening?” “Cassidy…” Faye stuttered, her voice thin. “R—r—run.” Glancing over the child’s shoulder, Cassidy could see the insistence in Faye’s face and began to realize what must have happened. She shifted her eyes back to Bonnie’s eyes, and in them, a flood of memories sprang to life. The warning from Faye was repeated, but it was too late. Bonnie’s lips drew back, and she unleashed the hiss of a serpent as she brought her hand up, tearing at Cassidy’s neck.

I turned the light back on. The scream that tore from my lungs wasn't human. The attic was packed. Hundreds of them. Not just my collection, but things that had crawled out from the eaves, from the crawlspaces, all wearing the faces of dolls I had never seen. They were all staring at the light, their pupils shrinking in unison, a sea of black dots vanishing into porcelain voids. They didn't retreat this time. They flinched, but they kept coming. "Don't look," a voice whispered from directly behind my ear. It sounded like Lady Genevieve. "It hurts to look."