Scary Titles Novels & Stories

It lifts him off the ground “No” I’m screaming over and over again, “don’t do this.” But the monster won’t stop. Zac doesn’t know what’s happening but he can tell by the worry in my voice that something is wrong. The monster lets out a ferocious roar before biting Zac’s arm off and swallowing it. Zac lets out a painful scream before fainting, than the monster swallows him whole.

“You’ve made Ryan blush, you dirty slut!” Sandra smiles at you, then thankfully changes the subject to put you out of your misery. “So Ryan, which famous person would you choose?” You think about it for a moment. “Uh, I dunno… maybe Scar Son?” “Good choice!” says Laura. “Yeah, good choice,” agrees Sandra. “You know, I think I’d probably turn lesbian for Scar Son. How about you, Laura?” Laura shrugs. “Maybe. I bet she eats pussy like a pro.”

"Ever heard of the Black Scorpions?" I drew my breath when I heard him mention the Black Scorpions. I knew about them from Hale and he had told me severally that The New Order was terrified of the Black Scorpions. There was a time I wished I could become a member of the Black Scorpions so I could break free from Hale's prison but I was too afraid to pursue that thought.

However, Heath insisted it was a normal reaction. Bobby's threat hung like the Sword of Damocles over my head. I was even afraid to go to the campus hospital again. Who knew where else had that pervert installed cameras? If I provoked him, who knew what that lunatic might do? The mental torture of the past few days left me utterly exhausted. Whenever I closed my eyes, those bloodshot eyes flashed through my mind along with that devilish whisper. "You can only be mine." I curled up on my dorm bed, burying my face deep in the pillow. Ironically, my body inexplicably surged with waves of heat, even at this moment. I bit down hard on the corner of the blanket, my nails scratching white marks ont

Then we can dump him in one of those underground fight clubs for the real freaky clientele to use as a punching bag. Marco's eyes bulged, head shaking in panic. "No! Please no! Elena, just kill me!" I turned a deaf ear, shifting my gaze to Rosa. "And for my dear sister… She's all about beauty, right? Always snatching what's not hers? Bring every mirror from this basement. Let her stare at her ruined face every day, at that mangled hand. "Oh, and I've heard those freak shows in the Isles are scouting for talent, send her over. Let her pay off her debts with that body of hers."

There were still so many loose ends to tie up, and the next step involved watching the video files Levi had sent. I sat down at my desk, my fingers hovering over the mouse for a moment before I clicked on the next file. The screen flickered as the video loaded. The title read *Mrs. Scott’s Dangerous Adventures*, and my heart pounded with anticipation. If the first video had been shocking, I could only imagine what this one held.

I move back away from him and look into his eyes. "Sorry I didn't mean to do that," he says as a flash of hurt appears on his eyes. It disappears as fast as it appeared. "What pack are you from," he asks. "Th-the Blue Crescent Wolves," I stutter. I was really nervous around him but felt that I was safe also. "What pack am I in?" "The Scarlet Moon Pack," he says taking pride in it. I yelp at the name of the pack. Alpha Titus was known as the most cruel Alpha in the continent. He kills rogues in sight.

Clark Drake, for gross dereliction of duty and complicity in treason, is stripped of his Alpha title and sentenced to three years of exile. 4. All remaining assets of the Drake pack are to be transferred to Myrna Walker as reparations. I finished reading and walked out onto the balcony. The moonlight spilled over the land like silver water. I held up the verdict, and a golden alchemist's flame flickered at my fingertips. The paper instantly ignited, turning to ash that scattered on the wind. "From this day forward, the past no longer exists." I looked up at the stars. "Myrna Walker is dead." The moonlight coalesced around me, forming an invisible crown. "Now, only the Queen remains."

My daughter, Amelia Rossum, comes home with her palm pierced all the way through by a pencil. I drop my mop in a panic, hastily change out of my loungewear, and rush her to the ER. At the hospital entrance, my husband, Benedict Rossum, jumps out of his car and immediately lashes out at me. "How could you let this happen to her?" Our neighbor, Lorelei Bates, trails behind him, holding her daughter's hand. She addresses him gently, "Benedict, don't be so hard on Clarissa. Everyone makes mistakes." He scoffs. "Other mothers can keep their kids safe perfectly fine. What's her excuse? I bet she did this on purpose to guilt me into coming home early!" Amelia recoils and hides behind me. Seei

After losing his entire retirement savings to a scam, my father-in-law, Kyle Knight, tried to kill himself by overdosing on pills. I frantically called my husband, Joshua Knight, a psychology expert, hoping he could talk his father out of it. "Dad lost his entire retirement fund to a scam. He left a suicide note, and he's trying to kill himself. Come home!" Instead, Joshua snapped at me for making such a big deal out of it. "Your dad's made plenty of bad decisions before. Maybe this'll finally teach him a lesson. Don't bother me with stupid stuff like this again. I'm trying to watch a movie with Vanessa." For a second, I thought he hadn't heard me clearly. I was about to tell him that t