Scary Man Novels & Stories

Samuel said with disdain. Of course, the scar-faced man was not afraid of ghosts, but when people were most frightened, they would always subconsciously say those words... "How is it? Did you see it clearly?" Human, it was a human! But he was even more terrifying than a ghost! In the end, when the scar-faced man stepped back again, his legs went weak and he fell to the ground. "I've done what I said. What about you?" Samuel looked down at the crowd.

I feel so satisfied just by the thought of it. Lauren agreed, "You're right. I don't want her to be happy either. I'm furious to see how well that family treats her." "Do you really have the videos?" A gloomy voice could suddenly be heard from behind before a tall, muscular man appeared in front of them. The sunlight shone on that man. He appeared extremely gloomy. The centipede-like scar on his face was very frightening. Harvey and Lauren were so terrified that they took a few steps back. "Wh-What do you want?"

On Halloween night, 1975,a handsome stranger walked into the El Camaroncito Nite Club off Old Highway 90,near San Antonio. He was a brilliant dancer and even the shyest girl in the room couldn't resist his request for a turn around the floor. One partner was almost in a trance as she whirled and spun with the man,and the crowd watched, enraptured. Suddenly his partner cried out in terror:'Your feet!Your feet!' She screamed, and tore herself from his tight embrace.

How did this idiot defeat him? Porker ran over and when he lifted his head, he felt uneasy. In the night, he lifted his head, and his eyes were met with a pair of extremely terrifying eyes. They were bloodshot. The scariest thing was that the black eyes were extremely cold. They were glinting with murderous intent. In that second, Porker felt that this man would definitely kill them. That scary man’s face was determined, but he also said to him in a stupid voice, “I won’t hit you. You didn’t hit Janey.”

I kicked and punched the window until I wilted like a dehydrated flower. Anger and fear nearly consumed me. I was holding on to the fight by pure stubbornness. The car door opened and the man I hated with everything in me slid through. His sleeves were rolled up, his arms like muscled guns. Tattoos ran up them with scars. He was the scariest man I had ever seen. Somehow I scooted further away and even in my fear I still pushed my head up and stared at the devil. He was probably in his early forties or late thirties but as much as my father was a good-looking man, he had nothing on this man. The man had that exotic look to him, like something forbidden.

the man said in a scary tone. Vivian's heart pounded in her chest, and she could feel her hands shaking with fear. She was completely bewildered by the man's words and actions, and her voice trembled with terror as she spoke. "I don't understand," Vivian said, really scared at this point. The man's eyes flicked towards her for a moment, and Vivian could see a strange glint in them, almost as if he was seeing her for the first time. "Don't worry, it's not for you. He will understand," the impersonator said then, with lightning-fast movements, he bared his fangs and sank them deep into her neck, causing her to scream out in pain.

The darkness seemed to have a physical presence, suffocating me. Suddenly, a bucket of ice-cold water crashed down on me, snapping my eyes open. I gasped, my lungs burning as if I was drowning. My brain reeled, disoriented. I hadn’t even realized I wasn’t alone. As I struggled to focus, a figure materialized before me. The scarred man. His face was a map of twisted flesh, his eyes cold, calculating. I parted my lips to speak, but his words cut me off. "The boss is finally here," he announced, his voice devoid of emotion, and his eyes raked my wet body in that way that sent chills down my spine, and not in the good way.

~Zara Todd’s POV~ “Who the hell are you?” I steer my head towards the voice and my breathe hitches in the way like I have seen a ghost. The man I am seeing in front of me looks so scary with a huge scar in the middle of the face while he is holding his ear with one hand which is bleeding and his eyes are more than just intimidating. “I…I…,” I couldn’t just speak anything. I have the hunch that this man is against our side and somehow I am getting the clue that the reason he is holding his hurt ears could be because of Xavier.

He stared at Scarlet as if manna from heaven had just fallen into his lap. Scarlet willed herself to breathe, to stay calm. She didn’t want to hurt these men. She didn’t want to kill them. She didn’t want to feed on anyone. All she wanted was to be left alone. To get out of here. To let this nightmare end. The huge man, his face covered in scars and with a shining, bald head, walked right up to her. He sneered down at her. He was the biggest cretin she had ever seen.

“Someone paid a goddamn fortune for her. You mess up her face and you’re the one who’ll pay.” The man just laughed. A low unhinged sound. Then his hand slid to my throat. His fingers dug into my skin. His nails bit into the soft flesh of my neck. His eyes. Wild and frenzied. Locked onto mine. And then pure terror sliced through me. “What? Does it scare you?” the man grunted. His breath hot and foul against my face. His eyes still gleaming with that crazed light. His scar was grotesque. Angry. Raw. Jagged. It twisted up the side of his neck like a violent memory etched into flesh.