Scary Numbers Novels & Stories

Sophia’s fingers trembled as she stared at the ominous messages on her phone. The words burned into her mind, each letter dripping with unspoken threats. Unknown Number: You’re playing a dangerous game, Sophia. You might want to reconsider your choices before it’s too late. Her pulse thundered in her ears. Every rational part of her wanted to dismiss it as a cruel intimidation tactic, Mercer’s latest attempt to shake her. But there was something unsettling about the wording, something that made doubt creep under her skin.

Lucian stepped close, his own expression tight with concern. “Midnight?” he asked, addressing her wolf. Scarlett hadn’t formally introduced us to her wolf, but we knew Midnight existed; she had reached out to our wolves, and we had sensed her presence. But now… nothing. There was no response, no sign from either of them. Lucian glanced at me, the urgency in his eyes mirroring my own worry. We stood there, silent, watching and waiting for some sign, some flicker of recognition. I couldn’t help but feel that whatever Scarlett was going through, it was far beyond anything we had ever encountered before, and it left me feeling helpless, terrified of what might come next.

Gemma Vivid images of the monstrous Arachne, its sharp fangs sinking into Stacey’s flesh and ripping her to shreds, filled my dreams like a nightmare on repeat. Her blood-curdling scream echoed in my mind, only to be drowned out by my own as I desperately shielded her from the creature’s attack. Stacey’s biggest fear had always been spiders, yet even in the face of this terror she was still trying to save me. She had always been the protector, but now it was my turn to be the hero and save her. My heart raced with fear and determination as I faced off against the Arachne, ready to do whatever it took to keep Stacey safe.

“He doesn’t care about money. Or even winning. He just likes watching.” The room goes silent. A cold prickle runs down my spine. Around me, the others exchange glances, their postures shifting. No one speaks, but I can feel the unease settling like a thick fog. I try to keep my body loose and relaxed as I walk over to Scarlett, crouching beside her and gently tucking a loose curl behind her ear. Her small fingers clutch one of her stuffed animals, a well-loved unicorn with matted fur. “What do you mean, sweetheart?” I ask softly. “Who likes to watch what?” She shrugs, not looking up. “The man you’re talking about. He likes seeing what people do when they’re scared. He has a room where he mak

From provoking anger, jokes or cruel ways to attack Apha's weaknesses are tucked in a thin layer of sarcasm and cynicism. Today Anthony's business gets the same treatment as the previous days. Accept Alan's coldness, without comment,with hateful eyes. No one knows if this can be considered progress. "Anthony, what if your way makes him dislike you even more?” Sihan was worried about the way Alan was looking at them. “What would I do if it ended like that? But, didn't you see that look on his face? Haha, I feel satisfied!” Anthony was happy and laughing. “Geez!" Sihan really didn't understand. “Are you a psychopath? Dont get closer to me, go away!” at this point he stopped to try to understan

I questioned. "My ex," Skye began hesitantly. "He... he tormented me, instilled fear in me. But I escaped him." Rage consumed me. Just hearing how this Brian had treated my mate ignited a fire within. Whoever he was, my wolf wanted vengeance, craving for Brian to suffer a fate worse than death. I became resolute in my decision; Skye needed to be safely back in Silver pack territory.

In one, two, three. "One two three what? One two three what?" I yelled and turned around in my kitchen, expecting, I don't know what. My nerves have been shot to hell for days. I see the boogeyman around every corner, and I can barely leave the house because I have no idea who or where the enemy is. The phone rang in my hand and scared me so bad I tossed it in the air, barely catching it before it hit the ground. It was Scott calling me back finally, and I answered before the phone could ring twice. He was screaming before I could say hello, "Have you seen this?"

After hearing how stubborn she was, the man sitting across from her just sighed heavily before moving his hand to the cup of americano in front of him, and he calmly took a sip of the dark contents inside the cup. "Someone may be trying to scare you," the man spoke before once again placing his cup on the square table. “They use Patricia's number to scare you, and if you easily believe in such a scam, then it's the same as how easily you wave a white flag toward that person. You will lose embarrassingly if you are easily beaten by such cheap tricks.”

『.*+ •ᴄʜᴀᴘ. ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ + •*.』 11PM, LATE INTO THE NIGHT AND EVERYONE SAT AROUND THE DOME. Shawn furrowed his brows worriedly at Scarlett. For the past couple of hours, Scarlett was crossing in and out of her Vampire state. One minute, she detested the taste of blood like any sane mortal, the next she'd go rogue and demand for more crates of them.

He said finally after texting a long message on his phone. “I think I need to sit.” I managed to get out as the room began to spin. It felt similar to panic attacks I had in the past. My heart began to race faster as I thought about how he was affecting me already. This was completely unhealthy. “You are sitting.” Tadeas’ deep voice spoke before darkness overtook all my senses. I woke up in a strange place, in the middle of a road. There were extremely large houses all around. As if they were built for giants. The doorways must have been at least 17 feet. The windows were just as magnificent.