Scary Novels Novels & Stories

. Like👍 before reading please. . 💔Hidden Scars💔 (Pain within😭) . . ✏Written By: _____Authoress Kamara✍_____ . . 😍Episode 23😍 . . 🌹Natasha🌹 "I should stop? Nat, when will you stop being so afraid of him? I know what he's doing to you but why won't you talk". He yells at me. "That asshole of a stepbrother is just using your fear against you by doing those horrible things".

"I will kill all the members of your family if you do not offer yourself to me. I will bring you to the situation when you will intentionally come to me and plead to save your family members by offering yourself to me." Amara walked helpless towards the haunted mansion. She felt numb and lifeless for the happenings around her. The words of the sage begin to ring in her ears. "It will be the dark night without the moon, the onset of heavy storm and the shrill howls of dogs. There will be an unfathomable clamor present in the atmosphere, the unwelcoming cries of the eagles and the uproar of tumult yowls from everywhere around will be the indication to alert you it was the one and only day in y

Joshua smirked, he didn't expect to hear that. “I've read a lot of novels with scary Alpha's and Crybaby Luna’s who always get bullied by servants so the Alpha bares his teeth and growls deeply and in turn, the servant falls dead within a few seconds without the Luna knowing or after she had turned away and the Alpha orders someone to kill her.” “There are novels like that? I thought people didn't believe that werewolves exist?” Joshua asked, he knows what novels are but he had no idea that people wrote about his kind.

Scarlett’s POV At dawn, they came. The attack wasn’t subtle; the screams and the clash of steel against steel echoed through Redcape, shaking the earth beneath us. I had felt it before I even opened my eyes—a dark, foreboding presence that made my skin crawl. As I sat up, my heart pounded in my chest, knowing the inevitable had arrived. Fear gripped me, cold and unrelenting. Were we ready? I didn’t know, and I wasn’t sure it mattered anymore.

PATHETIC DRAMATIC melted and re‑formed. SCARED CREATIVE “I made horror because I was scared,” I said. “Not because I was weak. I wrote bad things happening because bad things *were* happening, and it was the only way I could stand to look at them without going numb.” Memory flickered behind my eyes unbidden: me at thirteen, hunched over a spiral notebook while my parents argued in the next room. Me at sixteen, typing frantically after my sister had rolled her eyes at something that had gutted me. I'm hiding in horror books because at least *there is fear that had shape and rules and endings.

She giggled, leaned in, and pressed the half-filled glass into mine before slipping back into the crowd. “Don’t—” Andrew barked, but too late. I had already tilted the glass back and gulped it all. The bitter liquid burned my throat, but I swallowed it down, desperate for something, anything, to wash away the lump in my chest. Andrew snatched the empty glass from my hand, his expression dropping. For the first time, I saw something in his eyes that scared me more than his anger. Fear. Why was he afraid? Then I felt it.

I haven't even come out. I busied myself with novels from the library,he knew my kind of books. I made to go to the library when I heard the door bell ring.,who was there. I went to open the door and I gasped at who I saw ,it was Micheal!!! I jumped into him,he looked surprised but I didn't care.. "You don't know how much I have missed you.."I said crying. He was shocked.I came down from him and dragged him in. I looked at him and said...

I said "Go ahead kill me kill me you bastard" he yelled "With pleasure" I said and shot him straight to his forehead. His head hung low as he stopped breathing. Blood was everywhere but i loved the scene. "Finally" I laughed evily Chapter 43 Justin/Antonio The dead bodies of Jack and Whitney looked funny, the bodies didn't look real. The bullets created visible holes in thier bodies and the way blood was gushing out was like a running tap. Oh well maybe I'm seeing things. I need to get thier bodies out of here. I untied Jack's body from the chair and began dragging him when the door burst open and several policemen came into the room.

Lady Tatya lounged about in her chambers, reading a horror novel. This was one of her favorite genres. She loved the thrills, the twists, the terrifying reality that burst through the pages. But most of all, she loved the creativity. So many ways to die, so many ways to make someone fall on their own sword. Tatya turned the page with such vigor, she almost ripped it. Yes, this was the moment in the story where the characters were cornered and trapped by the monster, the monster that had a million ways to torture them. Skinning, drowning, beheading… all wonderful ways to cause someone’s death.

It infuriated Cassy more—with the night that’s the homecoming of the ghosts and horrors. A wicked laugh itched to be out, instead, she scrutinized the height. The distance between her and the ground did not harrow her. It amazed her at how different she’s lurking around where the normal people might not even stare without a wave of nausea washing over them. An urge to smoke-filled her; she fetched a pack from the inside pocket of her dark blue jacket; ignited the flame, mumbling, “Every legendary story is a pent-up frustration of human beings to invoke fear in the minds of those whom they hate. Several against one or one against many.”