Scary Unicorn Novels & Stories

Equipped some traditional weapons such as arrows, daggers, spears, and some sort of machetes. But what made my friends and me wonder was the existence of animals that kept whinnying. Look gallantly with white fur without stain, long and curly tail to touch the ground. Its shape was almost similar to a horse. But what set it apart was a single protruding horn from his head. Somehow, the animal remembered me on the mythical beast that often appears in fairy tales, the Unicorn. The next time I took a breath, that people were in attacking stance and directed their arrows, while two men who are held dagger and spear came forward and pointed their weapons at us. Suddenly I had the reflex to stand

She cries, crouching down and covering her ears from the now pitch-black abyss that she is. “Why are you telling me to wake up? Just where I am right now? Where are you? I am scared. Take me away from here, Farah.” Her tears fall, while she trembles in fear and agony of being alone, no, alone in the dark. But then. “Holder of God Scorpio, blessed with the ability to wiled the Yin. It’s time the you embrace the truth and conquer your fear Marie.” “My fear? God Scorpio? But you are the dark holder, and I am---”

Taking another sip from my vodka, I see some people coming towards our way, so I grabbed Scar's arm and start to run towards the other side of the room. "I should have killed that bitch" She screamed and I offered her my vodka. She looked at me gratefully and took a big sip. While I snatched a new bottle of vodka from the counter. I giggled and starts swaying so I sat on the floor, Scar copying my movements. "Unicorns are extremely beautiful and royal that deserve to be treated like royalty and no one else," I said with my head held high. She shot a salute at me and bowed down, "This world deserves more people like you my- hey what's your name?" She nudged my shoulder with her bottle.

And they prohibited most of the abilities that make me a demon from usage. I nickname the man Jerk, although my clairvoyance told me he is a regular human nicknamed Jackal. I don’t know what business he has with Scarlet, but she is allowing him to flip up her skirt under the covered table, which I can see from the table behind. His left-hand glides down her skirt and feels her bare bottom. She is wearing a lacy thong that matches her bra and while seeing the lace gives me a reaction; I am jealous that someone else, instead of me, has his dirty fingers touching her intimate parts.

I wasn’t entirely sure how to respond to Lucas’ words. I just watched in horror as the scene in front of me. The sight of blood everywhere. I couldn’t figure out what was more disturbing. The dead bodies and blood or the sight of Lucas, who had transformed into some monster.

The movie was My Magical unicorn. “You really like that show huh?” asked Sara with a smile. “Yes, so, so much!” exclaimed Sekora jumping up and down. “Which unicorn is your favorite?” asked Sara taking the flyer from Sekora. “Star unicorn, she rides the star road and she is the best most awesome unicorn!” exclaimed Sekora jumping up again. Sara showed the flyer to Joe, who nodded his head in approval. “I’ll finish packing, you girls go ahead.” He said waving his hand.

Emotional resistance generated unstable power strong enough to sustain the Heart endlessly. But genuine connection? Trust? Love without fear? The Heart didn’t understand it anymore. Kael looked upward uneasily. “I genuinely cannot believe the magical apocalypse is emotionally insecure.” The Queen unexpectedly answered him softly. “Everything becomes monstrous when fear controls it long enough.” Kael blinked. “That was disturbingly wise.” The elder suddenly charged again. This time the transformed creature moved with horrifying speed, corrupted silver-black claws tearing directly through the sanctuary corridor toward Aria and Ronan. “Separate them!”

Making a turn, my gaze caught on my reflection in a silverware tray and the feeling of disgust also settled within me. The girl staring back had a terrible scar running from the left side of her forehead down her half open nose, half missing lips to the right side of her jawline. Although she could see fairly well, one of her eyes was misty like a dull cloud on a boring day while the other was a vibrant forest green. I was a deformed girl. A freakshow that had no business being at the Luna Queen’s birthday party. Especially, since she hates my family with a passion. “Are you having fun?”

I didn’t say anything else; I just leaned my head against his shoulder, and together, we waited. I kept my eyes shut tight. Damien’s arms were still around me, holding me gently like I was something breakable. I could feel the way his chest moved up and down behind me. His breathing was calm, slow, and steady. And somehow… it made mine slow down too. I was scared, but I didn’t want to admit it out loud, but deep inside, I was really, really scared. What if the vision never comes? What if I’m broken now? What if the moon has turned away from me because I failed?

The disciple loses his life on the spot with blood covered all his body and dropped on the empty road. Amara palpitates with fright, her face goes red completely covered in sweat. She looks around and there was no trace of the truck except the bloodied corpse of the disciple but she hears the words of the vampire in her ears. "You take help from any person on earth, he meets the same end as that of the disciple." "No" Amara squeals her hands shaking with terror. She turns around and runs to her car. Passing through the dark street surrounded by the forest on either side, she finds a girl hardly around six years in a pink frock standing in the middle of the road.