Scariest Manga Novels & Stories

As for Jack, he stood some distance away from all of them. Father asked Anne to needle the tip of her index finger and put the dripping blood into a small bowl of water. Father then recited spell after spell, and was greeted by the sect members who repeated the incantation while raising their hands and walking around them. A moment later, Anne felt that her head was hurting terribly. She couldn't help it and screamed out loud. Her eyes began to turn white and blood came out of her nose. Anne looked up and grinned horribly. For a moment Anne's face took on the appearance of a demon, which it wasn't her.

Being stared at by Yang Xiao, Shinichi Miyamoto's hair stood on end. He finally couldn't suppress the fear in his heart, and he screamed, "Is... are you the legendary God of Death?"

My heart pounded so fast, I was scared it would explode inside me. A large green eye appeared in front of me, and when I looked inside it felt like I was looking into a large cinema screen, except that I saw myself standing in front of Magnus and we were covered in blood with thousands of people, if not millions dead around us. Marble, Vanya, Cicada, Seraphine, Lucas, Claire, Akira, Louis, Iris, and other supernaturals as well.

They habour more and greater rage. Seems his rage with every passing second heightens. How in the world do I escape and get off his bondage?. Shivering, I slowly and gradually stare up his face. They're reddened and blaze more. Equally red as a human blood. I gasp then return my gaze to the floor. This really is bad. This is fucking bad. Am really, really, really done. No f**king two ways about it. How can one be highly cute but this scary?.

She lays it on the floor in the middle of our huddle and flicks through the brittle, browning pages. Inside, there are illustrations of creatures. I quickly see Lycans and Werewolves and Humans, as well as Witches and Wizards. But then she stops and shows us a whole picture on a page. It’s the picture of some kind of humanoid form, melting and dripping on the floor. White dead eyes. Shadow surrounding it. Gammie looks at us with a grim expression. “The thing that we are up against is the most dangerous of all. The Shape Shifter.”

Kiran suddenly flicked his right index finger, sending a drop of blood toward Shimada. Shimada tried to dodge, but he was a step too late, and the drop of blood landed on his right arm, making a sizzling sound as it was burning through him. Ah… Shimada let out a painful cry. He quickly retreated, covering up the hole in his arm. His eyes were glowing blue as he looked at Kiran in fear and anger. Kiran looked at his wound in surprise as it miraculously started to heal itself. “Is it a monster?”

It was simply too frightening. The air was filled with the smell of blood. Strong, pungent! "Bastard! Bastard! This is simply a bastard." "Such a large sea of blood. How many people... how many people have died? How many people's blood did it take to become like this." The scar man was shocked and furious. Even though he didn't know how many people were needed to build such a blood pool, he was sure that the number of people inside was absolutely terrifying. Otherwise...

Cocking its leering head towards Kiara, its tongue darting out licking its lips before it hissed in satisfaction. I tried to move, my body screaming at me to stop but I couldn't let it get Kia! It leapt towards Kiara, mouth open wide, when I saw a black blur enter through the window. My heart skipped a beat as the dark, dangerous aura that sent chills down my spine filled the room. The blur lunged at the monster, I could feel his intense wrath as it tore the Manangal to pieces. A scene I wished I didn’t have to see and one that I knew I would remember for the rest of my life. The work of the Lycan King himself.

My stomach tightens. Something’s wrong. A strange dizzy spell assails me and I sway on my feet, clutching the metal frame of the bed for balance. The vision hits me out of nowhere, sending me straight to my knees. Goosebumps rise on my skin and the world becomes a blurry mess. Images of three gigantic Lycans attacking a lone wolf invade my subconscious. The wolf screams and howls in pain, but the Lycans ignore him, biting and tearing at his flesh until nothing is left.

Blood so much blood and our warriors are groaning, limbs were strewn about on the ground. “Finn!” I scream, giving our position away when a pair of hands grab me and start kicking and screaming. A man grabs Ria and starts to haul her backward into the trees. “Finn!” I scream again when an almighty roar that shakes the very dirt beneath me sounds out. There stands the biggest and scariest man I had ever seen. The exact same face as my brother yet not. With dark hair and eyes that glow silver, so bright, that even I can see them through haze and smoke.