Scary Sukuna Novels & Stories

Suzy had been waiting at the door and saw Suan rushing out of the elevator, her face blue and purple, and her eyes filled with fear. Behind him, there was a wolf—the wolf who sent her, Kate, and Suzan back from Blthe ack Hills that day. Suan didn't bother to talk to her and rushed to the kitchen. Sure enough, she saw a mom holding a knife to her neck with a look of determination on her face. "Aunt, what are you doing? Put down the knife quickly. If this kills someone and reaches Sunr's ears, how will he survive?" Suan hurriedly comforted her, but she was very angry in her heart. This old she-wolf was looking for trouble.

I looked around the crowd, seeing all their eyes were on Luca, but I was confused. “Who the hell is Sloan,” I inquire with a puzzled look on my face. Sukie is the first to step towards me, but she turns to address the crowd. “The show is over. Please go back to your routines,” she shouts, and everyone slowly scatters back to their tents. Sukie turns to me with a sigh. “Sloan is a bounty hunter. She’s an excellent tracker. Since we’re not wolves, and we have no way to track scents, we go to her when we need to find someone,” Sukie explains as her eyes slightly shift over to Luca.

The fakir walks beside her and asked if she was the same princess and Lima only could nod her head because her words went paralyzed experiencing the bliss supreme. Amara repeated the questions of the fakir several times to herself and she did find his conclusion cinvincing. "Otaku is not an ordinary mortal to have baseless beliefs. He is a vampire with evil powers. He is after you, wants to kill you because you are none other than Princess Veronica." The fakir spoke condensed. "Go against the time and think over, why are you reborn? Come out of your present birth and invite your past. What is the secret and the only way to end this monster? Where is the solution to end the evil?" He instigat

to gooo. Sara managed to mumbled these word through the pain that was asssailing her.. No I wont be leaving you just yet; lane spoke up as he kept the battle on going... At this point they had began to approach the middle section of the mountain, the little boy was still observing them like it was all within his expectation.. Suddenly! Sara screams as her aura becomes fully unleashed, crimson light filled with bloodlust appears behind her forming a wolf with thesame body structure as Sara..... This time her slash is accompanied with great might as she nearly ends Lane's life...

who is it? My eyes landed on the only unhooded being in the room. Not a wolf. No- he doesn't look like these bloodsuckers. Was he even a vampire? It was an older looking man in a ripped butler's uniform. The buttons had Lamia's initials on it. He works for her. He must be leading this battle. This man was bald with a gray beard. He held onto a black metal scythe. He looked like a grim reaper somehow. He scared me. I watched as he held up against five wolves that tried to attack him together. He swung the blade and I watched as it cut into and injured the wolves severely.

I screamed. He was taken aback upon seeing me with no control. Mad. F*cking mad. Out of my sanity. I stepped forward as he stepped back. “You... you f*cking, Silva. You f*cking call me a f*cking bitch! I am no slut, nor a wh*re! I am just a bad f*cking bitch who beats men *sses and not f*cking and sucking and riding their f*cking d*cks!” I shout and threw the glass of wine towards him. The glass shattered as his blood drops. The broken glass cut his arms.

Sia was scared, I recognized the fear in her eyes when she turned to me but she was more surprised when I stood in front of her, baring my fangs at the barbarians. "Didn't we place the braces on all of their necks?" One of the Cannibals asked the other. "Dïm did the work, how would I know?" The other replied. Sia's hands reached out to touch me, her hands like electric surged through me and I attacked, tearing at one of them amidst his horrible scream. I was swift, quick and sharp. Sia stood rigid watching me fight the lunatics. Afterwards, she stood in shock watching me walk back towards her.

The second brow came up. "Okay. Fine. I still find it kind of weird. I don't get how we are together but that doesn't mean I'm going to be scared or uncomfortable to see you in your lycan form," I shrugged, knowing fully well that I just spilled a white lie. The stories I had heard of Lycans as a child always frightened me more than I liked to admit. I heard they were eight foot tall humanoid monsters that could tear you apart with a single snap of their teeth. My mother always used to tell my brother and I those stories when we acted naughty to keep us in line.

"If Siska wants to trade the blueprints for her life, she’s made a mistake. I’ve spent five years mourning a ghost. I’m not losing my real family for a building." Dira felt a jolt of something that wasn't just fear. It was a terrifying, addictive sense of being protected. For five years, she had been the only shield her sons had. To have a man like Arjuna Dirgantara standing between her and the world was... overwhelming. "Bunda! Look at the giant cat on the screen!" Langit shouted, pointing toward the famous 3D billboard across the street. The Shinjuku crosswalk erupted into a sea of people. The "Scramble" was starting. Dira felt a surge of panic as she grabbed Langit’s hand. "Stay close! La

A violent synchronization pulse erupted through the forest. Trees exploded outward. The ground cracked. Convergence currents surged. Everyone woke instantly. Weapons appeared. Defenses activated. The Echo moved first. The silver entity positioned itself between the camp and the approaching disturbance. Then figures emerged from the forest. Dozens of them. Men. Women. Warriors. Hunters. Pack members. At first glance they appeared ordinary. Then Aria noticed their eyes. Crimson. Every one of them. Not corrupted. Controlled. Called. Just as the Echo had warned.