Scariest Manga Novels & Stories

Before I stepped into the room, I could already feel the unease wafting off the library I was headed to. It wasn’t Diana – I knew because the aura was stronger. When I entered the room, Muzan was staring into a book. His eyes were white with what appeared to be…terror. That was new for a man like Muzan who rarely showed emotion, and it was enough for me to be concerned. His knuckles were pale as his grip on the book was so tight, I worried he might strip the book of its spine, and the rest of his face was drained of color as well.

Her eyes widened slightly, as if this was a fear of hers. With her face still close to mine, I opened my mouth and popped a cherry in. "You will not survive the first night, Fay. Have you even seen a dark one? They crave human blood. They're faster and more malicious than demons, and once they catch your scent, they'll find a way to get you. I hope their entire army rapes you. They love to rape." Guirita hissed and I stopped chewing my cherry at that.

The skeletons are drawing closer and closer until… I closed my mind to my surroundings, to all shared pathways, so there was no chance anyone could be feeding my own fears. It had to be a hallucination brought on by a mage. No matter that I had stopped anything from entering my brain-something malicious was already present. Fire ringed me, crackling flames reaching greedily toward the sky and stretching like obscene tongues toward me. Out of the conflagration, handsome men and beautiful women emerged, species reserved for the front pages of p**n magazines, and they were naked.

Grandmother’s stone body stepped out of the canal. Water streamed from her dark crown. Shigure looked past me. She happened. Grandmother opened her hand. A black spear formed. She threw it. Shigure pushed me down. The spear passed over us and struck Harun’s chest. The beast roared. Its lanterns shattered. Darkness poured from beneath its scales. Shigure ran to it. Stay with me. Harun snapped weakly at his arm. Yes, I know. Shigure pressed his bloody palm against the creature’s wound. Silver symbols spread across its scales.

And my stomach tightened. The drawing didn't resemble Mira exactly. But it resembled her enough. The shape of the eyes. The jaw. The mouth. Not identical. Close. Far too close. Mira stood abruptly. "Nope." I raised an eyebrow. "Nope?" "Nope." She pointed at the picture. "That is officially the creepiest thing that has happened today." Considering her recent life, that was saying something. I picked up the book. The title was written in a language older than modern pack records. I recognized a few symbols. Not enough. The page turned on its own. Both of us froze.

Moments later, Maida appeared, staring at them with disgust. She flung her hair backward, then followed her arms below her bust. "A bunch of losers. That's why you can't stop screaming. Even those lowly humans are much more better than you. You're even going as far as infecting the poor child beside you," she sneered. Hayami stood behind Aria, looking frightened. "She is scary, like the witch in the stories my mom tells me every night." "How dare you?" Maida screamed, wanting to hit her.

The sickening stench of rotting roses chokes the air as the bloody hurricane instantly dive-bombs the roaring werewolf. But I am already gone. The second Arlo screamed, I grabbed my VIP client by the waist and vaulted backward off the shattered balcony. Above us, Liviel hovers lazily in the night sky, streaming the carnage like a movie. Inside the room, the fight is a terrifying, high-speed blur of violence—razor-sharp claws tearing desperately through a screeching hurricane of blood-mist bats. Then, a deafening howl shatters the night. The blood hurricane is violently blown back.

This is fucking scary. “We have to close your office for at least a week for repairs, you have scared almost all the staff and worst of all, you have traumatized Sorahiko!”. Woah Yamato, buddy, thanks for your consideration but I’d appreciate it if you didn’t draw their attention to me!. Bastard stops dusting himself and stares at me, lilac eyes boring into my soul.“You’re traumatized?”, He’s tilting his head. Shit!. “No sir”, Yamato stares at me in disbelief, well sorry I have a working fear receptor. I didn’t see any part of their fight, but I know deep down, it was something my little omega brain would have trouble comprehending.

[Content warning: Mentions of death, blood, trauma, and disgusting elements] Danielle and the male lay awake silently beside her, shivering in terror. Emlyn gulped uneasily as he tried his best to calm down the raging fear in his mind. Luckily for them, for some reason, the monster was no longer facing them but opposite with its back filled with wriggling limbs before them. It was quite disturbing but much better than the maggot-covered, huge-sized face that had been facing them.

I can only now. Because I take care of a lot in the company. And I was left alone here in the picnic grove. It was really interesting to read then. While reading manga. I suddenly felt dizzy. Everything went black. I'm not sure what happened. I woke up in a dark room. Only dead lights serve as light. There is nothing here. I don't feel afraid of the dark. I'm used to the dark. But I'm not used to being abducted! Maybe I'm already looking for yam. That definitely worries me. I was suddenly nervous. Why am I always doomed? Annoying!