Scary Text Novels & Stories

the scary-face man said respectfully, not daring to look down, “but you'll see up there the death of those traitors!” The scary-face man face the glowing darkness befall the deep of the forest, and his eyes reveal a mocking light. He said, “The bloody escape...is just begin...” Around this time, the howl resume into a hatred with cautiousness that never heard before. This kind of howl is searching, trying to intimidate the cause of the dread they just felt the moment their soul is stab by the force of the gloomy forest. This stab is pierce, not through their flesh, but to the deepest of their soul. And no one have ever not known what does it even mean!

It was almost as if my body had become a battleground, caught between the prickling sensations of dread and the uncomfortably cold shivers that coursed through me. I had been jumpy and scared, even afraid to be alone in my room. I had been pestering Scarlett to sleep with me these last few days now. “You’ve been acting weird, Rara.” Scarlett narrowed her eyes after Tina left. I avoided her gaze. Afraid if she might see fear in them. Involving more people in this mess was like dragging them into danger. No matter how much I suffered, I did not want to involve Scarlett in this. She let out another scoff slamming the magazine shut. “I don’t know what’s wrong with her.” She muttered to herself g

Layla scrambled back in terror, but it was too late. My claws ripped her dress, revealing the pale skin of her back. It was smooth. Flawless. There was no scar. And Myrna... Myrna had a hideous scar running from her left shoulder to her right hip. The scar I had touched a thousand times, but never once asked where it came from. "Moon Goddess," I collapsed. "What have I done?" "You regret it now?" Layla sat on the floor, her eyes filled with malicious glee. "It's too late, Clark. It's far too late."

“Sometimes the scariest thing isn’t what you see… it’s what remembers you.” 🌙 Aaira’s scream echoed through the night. Rain continued falling as she rushed toward her brother. 💔 “Ilyaan!” She dropped to her knees beside him. His body was cold. His eyes were closed. And his breathing was unusually slow. 😨 For a terrifying moment, Aaira thought she had lost him. Then suddenly— Ilyaan opened his eyes. 👁️

I wanted my text to convey a message that I was scared. The red dots appeared, stopped, cropped up again and stopped. He repeated it a few more times, probably to increase Matt's fears before he sent a message. “Why don't you guess, Darling?” With one hand holding Matt's phone, I sent a text to Dad letting him know I was chatting with that bastard at the moment. I need someone else with them so we can tackle this together. Matt would have been the best option if this had nothing to do with him. “Please…. I don't know. I'm… I'm… Scared.”

(Warning: This chapter contains some sexual content that may be offensive to some readers, please do not read if you're below 18. Do not read if you are not a fan of BDSM sex, read at your own discretion) "No... ooo! Damien!" I screamed out, my voice filled with sheer terror. The room seemed to amplify my fear, the echoes bouncing off the walls. The overwhelming feeling of dread coursed through my veins, leaving me trembling with fear. As I glanced upward, my eyes widened in sheer terror. He locked the door, trapping us in the brightly lit room with a haunting pink glow. The room fell into an eerie silence, leaving me frightened and filled with suspense, desperate to know what he was really

The phone binged again, I picked it with shaky fingers, it was from the same unknown number I will kill you; it read Then another came You'll die bitch ,I'll watch as the blood drains out of your heart and get a taste of it; I clasped a hand over my mouth to swallow back a scream, beads of sweat began to form on my face There was no doubt in my mind as to who sent the text. It has to be him. Hayden. But he has never done this before....never has been so creepy, why now......? To torture me.... To scare me...

The voice said and I was frightened beyond my level, and started shivering. " You can't do anything. You will kill me, who is scared to even come in front of me? " Shaurya challenged him with his sarcastic laugh. Is he crazy or what?? It is not the time to be sarcastic. " You want to see me?? Why?? I am not pretty like your companion... Don't be scared after you see me. " The spooky voice said and laughed weirdly. " Let's see if I am scared or not. Come out of your hiding place. Or are you too scared to come in front of me? " Shaurya roared.

"I know we need to leave. But would you mind if I...?" "Take your time," he said, rising. "I'll be in my room. Come for me when you're ready." He left, and I was alone with the quiet and the heavy book. I slid it closer, its stiff cover groaning in protest. The first page I turned to held a chillingly precise ink illustration of a "Silent Scourge." The text described a skeletal horror with unnervingly long, scythe-like claws. Though deaf, it could sense the faintest whisper of mana, possessed blinding speed, and had vision that far surpassed any mortal's.

"Haba! Cora, why na? Did you not see our text?" "What text o Tomi?" She pauses, then asks out again. The look on their faces made me almost burst out in laughter, because their expressions were filled with terror, like someone had just died. I wondered if I were that scary for everyone's tensed behavior. "Seriously, what is it?" Cora asks again. "How could you-"