Scariest Pictures Novels & Stories

Emma opened her eyes, turned to look, and saw something dark crawling in through the window. “What is this?” Emma’s voice was cold. Qri heard and looked over. In an instant, her heart seemed to stop! Upon seeing it, Qri’s eyes met a black scorpion with red spots on its back slowly approaching the pool! “A scorpion! A scorpion!” Qri shouted in horror, her face drained of color. Out of instinct, she reached for the clothes hanging on a divider, but another scorpion was crawling close to her clothing, making it impossible to approach. Qri withdrew her hand involuntarily.

His muscular wolf frame oozes out power, his gray hair and scars that adorn his face and body, are a testament to the battles he has fought and won. His presence alone fills me with a primal fear, as if I have stumbled upon a predator in the midst of its hunt. As he closes the distance between us, each step knowing and resolute, my body freezes in place. The fear that courses through my veins paralyzes me, making me incapable of rational thought. I can feel the tremors coursing through my limbs, my muscles betraying me in the face of this scary person.

The dragon yawned like it was bored, then slithered back into the pitch-black room like it was clocking out for the night. It happened so fast, nobody even blinked. Aside from the two mages who'd seen it before, everyone's fear rating shot up past 50. One old guy hit 100 just stepping onto the tenth floor. Dropped dead from sheer terror. The rest of the deaths were all over the place. But none of it touched me. To me, this place felt like paradise. I'd always been the outcast—thanks to my busted perception. Wolves avoided me, called me a freak, even chucked rocks.

Suicides and whatnots are only a cover story for the threats posed by these creatures of the night,” which not only intrigued Zheira but also made her heart pound for an unknown reason. When she opened the site, the picture of a model wearing red contact lenses and fake sharp teeth filled her eyes. There’s ketchup, which was supposed to be blood, drooling out of her mouth. Below the image was the description: “Vampire is a horrible nightmare. They’re one of the most feared creatures of the night, the devourer of blood, and the fastest prey incomparable to any other creatures.”

Michael's POV Natty has been sick for the past few days.I tried asking her to go see the doctor but she refused,she throws up every time and hert is always high. I am fucking scared. And also she has been craving for alot of crazy and weird things,the surprising thing is she never liked any of them. Today I decided to bring the doctor home,she said she hates going to hospitals so I had no choice. We were sitting on the couch ,her legs on my laps eating Pizza, which has become her favourite, Did I say she eats alot now, there's never any leftover.

He stated. "Yes, I don't. But that doesn't mean I want you to stay behind." I declare, before closing my eyes to force my statement out. "What's it, Scarlett?" Orlan question, because he noticed that I'm holding in some unsaid words. I forced my eyes open and then tears started falling from my eyes. I have never behaved weak in front of others, but in Orlan, cause I just break down easily. "I'm scared!" I mumble while biting my lower lip. "I'm scared that other supernatural creatures would come and invade the mansion. Besides wolves, witches, and Vampires have all done their worst, but I haven't seen elves, dragons, zombies....."

It would fix me in an unblinking stare while its black lips curled into a sinister sneer. I would try to look away, but find I couldn’t move as a sense of dread washed over me. Then, as soon as it appeared it was gone, replaced by an image even more horrific, that of someone I loved dying a gruesome death while the creature’s high-pitched cackle sounded in my head. My father, my aunt, my mates, my friends. The victim changed every night but it always ended the same, with me waking up screaming with the all too real scent of blood still in my nostrils.

Bellatrix Sinclair Panic clawed at my throat, my lungs burning from deprivation. The expansive room coloured pitch-black and slowly closing in. Lifting my head and catching a glimpse of a portrait on the roof that appeared to be of 18th century that depicted bloodshed between wolves and humans. The wide mouth of a black wolf, his fangs bloody as he tore a chunk of flesh from a human. This couldn’t be considered art; it was a slaughter, and it was terrifying.

Or maybe it was the terrifying pictures that hung down the walls that were the cause of the quiver running down my spine. On both sides of the foyer hung several pictures of demons, vampires and monsters. I bit my nails while I studied the pictures even though they unsettled me. I guessed at least half of the pictures were from the 1500s The first portrait that caught my attention featured a very tall, grey skeleton-like man who was holding several sharp objects in his hands. The skeleton man had worms and maggots in his belly and body, and his dead skin was hanging off his bones like worn-out rags.

He said with a shake as he sat on the chair and leaned a little bit sad. “There’s no bad man here, there’s nothing to worry about.” She said to which he only shook his head, “Okay well, what does the bad man look like?” She asked. He gulped, he pulled out a picture from his pocket and showed it to her. “He looks like this.” The picture nearly made her gasp as she looked at it. It prickled her mind as the unforgettable face appeared. It was the black crust of darkness and it looked terrifying. The same one that nearly choked her to death.