Scary Titles Novels & Stories

“Were these any help, detective?” “I’m afraid not,” I said, defeated. I was in a bit of a daze after staring at projected newsprint on the dim screen. I leaned on the desk and looked around the building absentmindedly until my eyes finally settled on a small sign hanging on a table covered with a neat stack of books. “Warning: The Library is Not Responsible for Nightmares!” I read out loud, walking over to look at the books. Well-worn volumes with pink skulls grinning back at me from stickers on their spines. Dracula. Frankenstein. The Invisible Man.

『.*+ •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.

These skulls were the skulls of Alphas. Meera leaned in close to her and looked her menacingly in the eyes. "I can promise you this. I will make sure to put your skull at the very top, a prized possession and very beautiful decoration. I might even use it to drink sometimes." Merera could see the fear that was leaking out of Scarlett's eyes and Scarlett had to admit that she did feel scared. The skulls were so much and they were all the skulls of alpha wolves, it was enough to make anybody scared and at the threat that Meera had issued, she felt a pang of terror in her. She knew that the witch always kept to her words. Whenever she set out to do evil, she would make sure that she saw it to t

The doctor leaves and Vivian couldn't help, throw aside the comforter and rush towards a mirror in the corner. The throbbing in her head, no longer bothering her. As a new fear has shaken her insides. Her eyes widen as she stared at herself. Her fingers trembling as they traced her reflection in the mirror. The scar It was looking like new, raw and visible without any veils of foundation. She couldn't stop the tears, that leave her eyes. Closing them, she couldn't hide it any longer now.

The minute he was sure she was out of ear shots, Malcolm reclined on his seat with a devilish grin on his face, “I’ll take your questions on her behalf.” Lauren walked down the hallway to Malcolm’s room wondering what the discussion in the dining that moment would be about. It was definitely another round of ‘she’s not fit for the big title’ thing. Gosh! Was this how arrogant rich people are? Did they think every girl was after their goddamn title? Well, they can— A hand gripped hers roughly and the next thing, her back hit the wall roughly. “What are you doing, Michelle?” a baritone voice sounded.

He took my hand leading me to the table. “Do you breathe fire?” I asked with a chuckle. “Some of us.” Elizabeth answered back in warning. “I’m sorry, I meant no offense. I just thought that would be something for the movie screens, not real life.” I replied cautiously. “Because you knew of dragons in real life.” Titus said with a familiar anger. “I haven’t decided if this is real life yet.” I threw back at him. “What else would it be child? Do you often dream of your mate being a mystical creature? What kind of human would do that?” Titus’ voice grew more irritated with me.

I put down the burden. Yet, there was another matter that bothered me. Scarlet seemed genuinely concerned and even fearful that the jerk she had agreed to spend three days and nights with, knew that she was Scarlet. It wasn’t just as simple as knowing her party name was Scarlet: from the looks of her shocked expression, it had to be more than that. Though I wasn’t knowledgeable about the education system, something made me feel she was threatened to lose her place in college if her dark past was revealed. I had read something about a former pornographic star being laid off from an office job due to her past involvement in the AV industry.

Off course, what else would you expect from a dark, scary jungle. She was afraid. She heard voices. Voices, not of normal insects but weird voices. Voices of someone's wispering. They were loud enough to be heard but too fast to know what was being spoken. She was already sweating in this cold temperature. She didn't knew whether the chills running in her spine were because of cold or fear?

"That company is targeting me. Everything in that place is targeting me. I'm not going back tomorrow. If I stay there any longer, I'll die." After calming me down, Adam tried to persuade me, just like he had in my previous life. "How could office equipment target you? Machines aren't alive. There's no such thing as something that evil. You must be stressed from job hunting. "Besides, your company has great benefits. You're making almost 60 thousand dollars a year before benefits, with weekends off and paid leave. "Be good. Give it a few days, and you'll adapt." I shook my head violently. "No. It is real. Please believe me. Look at my hand. The coffee machine burned me on purpose."

They’d probably laugh, maybe even watch, and that thought made bile rise in my throat. No, stop it, Elena. Don’t think like that. Marley wouldn’t dare. I said in my heart. Not with Andrew around. He might be reckless, but he wasn’t stupid. If he touched me, Andrew would kill him. That thought was the only thin shield of comfort I had, and even then, it barely held. I shook my head, trying to brush off the ugly fear clawing at me. The seconds dragged like hours until Lexis staggered back into the room. His steps were unsteady, his bottle of Hennessy dangling from his hand. When he spotted me sitting alone, his bleary eyes lit up, and a crooked grin spread across his lips.