Scary Numbers Novels & Stories

It was simply too frightening. The air was filled with the smell of blood. Strong, pungent! "Bastard! Bastard! This is simply a bastard." "Such a large sea of blood. How many people... how many people have died? How many people's blood did it take to become like this." The scar man was shocked and furious. Even though he didn't know how many people were needed to build such a blood pool, he was sure that the number of people inside was absolutely terrifying. Otherwise...

The money code. Dinkleberry envied the rich and loved to read about their numbers. He read numbers with the enthusiasm of a celebrity magazine reader—with that same slight undertone of eroticism, which seemed to fill exciting lives. Of course, none of this diminished his devotion to Britney Spears. Britney was the bomb, as far as Dink was concerned. The Shadow State could sink if its needs were required while Dinkleberry hid under the covers with a flashlight and a People magazine story on Britney.

She stepped forward and said angrily, "What are you doing? Why are you breaking into our house?" "What are we doing? You must be Maison, then. Cooperate with us, and we'll take no action. Don't cooperate with us, and we'll do whatever we want. "Let me introduce myself; my name is Scar Cuddy. Yes, Scar. Like scars from a knife wound. I've killed around ten people. I hope you won't be my next victim." Scar looked fierce, and his words sounded terrifying. Most importantly, he terrified Maison. She felt nervous.

Lucky fucker. Allen said two and Ushi said three. Duncan said seven and I seriously could not count. "My numbers are between 80 to a 100,000." "Fuck, man... That's a lot!" Carson stressed. "I am a vampire. Seduction is my speciality." Zander sighed and said, "101." "I am impressed, mutt," I praised. "11 for me. 3 girls and 8 guys," Chastity chuckled. "So that leaves you, Carson."

My eyes closed slowly, and my heart stop beating at the count of 5, 4, 3, 2. "Nooooo!!"

Her mates are scary, they can make even a adult man cry with just their glare and with the power which flows from them, it makes people more scared of them. She, too, was scared of them when she first saw them. With their huge and muscular body, they could scare anyone with just a single glance at them. Not to mention that they are the Royal beta, it just add more to their scariness. "My n-name is Alison, a vampire I am mated to warrior no 987. " The first maid said, her whole body was shivering in fear. The second maid spoke, "My name is Scarlett, a werewolf. A unmated female." She told.

Anyway, I am going to get myself some snacks before I leave. I stopped when I saw something frightening. Deep orange or yellow eyes looking at me in the dark. I tried to move but my leg felt glued to the place. I heard footsteps and everytime I heard one, those eyes got closer. The vision became clearer as I saw some scary teeth like those of wolves. Is this Beta Hale? Is he trying to kill me? I have no power to fight him, I can't survive this . It's getting closer, oh no! I had no choice than to scream my lungs out.

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.

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

He added, "I've told you that wasting food is strictly prohibited in our factory. If you don't want to end up like her, you'd better eat up." I watched them coldly as they trembled, slowly lifting the covers off their plates. Almost immediately, their horrified screams filled the air. On their plates were arms, thighs, and fingers. There were enough body parts to form a whole person. Only then did I realize they weren't as scary as I had thought. It turned out that even those stronger than me could still feel fear. Right then, I spoke up, trying to sound braver than I felt. "Each part tastes different. If you're curious, you can swap pieces and try each other's."