Scary Unicorn Novels & Stories

“That dude, Skylar is a piece of shit that gets scared easily, dude, for real, cries at everything “. “And how would you know that ?”. “Well he kind of lives in my neighborhood “. Jason replied me. “And you see, around Halloween, last year, dude was stepping around my property and got scared of the skulls in front of my house “. “I was there “. Harper said with an amused grin on his face. “We tried to convince him that it was just decorations but he didn’t believe “. “He didn’t believe because you jacked him up with a skeleton first”. Jason retorted.

She asked the unicorn a small frown on her brow. "It's the magic inside me," the unicorn replied again. Shelly giggled like a little girl staring at the unicorn. Its beautiful pink mane was very soft and silky. She wished she had this kind of hair. Maybe she should consider dying her hair pink and blue. Just then the unicorn walked ahead of her after telling her to follow it. She giggled softly running after the unicorn or attempting to run, the damn floor was trying to make her fall down. She hit the floor with her palm.

Maybe my powers didn't work on Konrad's imaginary friends. So that means he was the only one who could get rid of these things and close the portal. I threw another fireball at the creature while struggling with the one wrapped around my neck. Its tongue felt like it had glue that stuck to my skin. But at least the bear/antelope was unconscious again. I heard a trotting sound coming from the walls. "Sweet mother of moon goddess!" I gasped as I looked at a unicorn trotting in. But it wasn't a beautiful unicorn. Instead, it looked dark and scary with coarse fur and sharp teeth. A thing that came straight from hell.

Did Thaddeus hope to engage her services? The most important question being, how does this woman feel about werewolves? She'd hate for her or Marc's head to adorn these walls. A few more steps in and she felt as if they'd stepped into another dimension, as among the normal coterie of animals she also spotted more humanlike trophies, but humans like she'd never seen. For example, the one with porcine features including snout and tusks. There was a scaly-skinned face with no nose, just slits between the mouth and eyes. Oh, and then there was the pice de rŽsistance, the object that caught her stare, the horse head with the gleaming spire jutting from its forehead. A unicorn? But those didn't e

Surely, she would accept my being a vampire. "Well, yeah, so Mr. Unicorn is based on a real creature my grandmother knew a long time ago. At first, I was freaked out but figured hey, if I could have a spellbook with a dragon's eye on the cover, surely I could handle the knowledge that fairies and unicorns are real." Her breathing came more rapidly now. I sensed she was about to figure out what I was for herself. "Go on," I whispered, clutching my hands together, waiting. "What am I then?"

Whether in the clutches of the dragons or hiding, I didn’t know, but I would find out. It wasn’t easy to track a unicorn shifter. They left behind no scent and could disappear the moment you took your eyes off them. But there were other ways to detect one—an unusual sense of calm, a magnetic allure. I was sensitive to the presence of unicorns, being one myself. Well… half.

“He doesn’t care about money. Or even winning. He just likes watching.” The room goes silent. A cold prickle runs down my spine. Around me, the others exchange glances, their postures shifting. No one speaks, but I can feel the unease settling like a thick fog. I try to keep my body loose and relaxed as I walk over to Scarlett, crouching beside her and gently tucking a loose curl behind her ear. Her small fingers clutch one of her stuffed animals, a well-loved unicorn with matted fur. “What do you mean, sweetheart?” I ask softly. “Who likes to watch what?” She shrugs, not looking up. “The man you’re talking about. He likes seeing what people do when they’re scared. He has a room where he mak

But then the next one came, a scary face slamming into frame, and Arlo, of all people, jerked back with a curse, nearly dropping his plate. “What the hell was that!” I peeked up, stifling a giggle at his wide eyes. “You okay there, tough guy?” He shot me a mock glare, but his cheeks flushed. “It’s the buildup. Gets under your skin.” He murmured, trying to comport himself. Then another jumpscare, and he flinched again, muttering under his breath as he shoveled cake into his mouth. Kael and I burst into laughter. The night unfolded in bursts of screams and snickers, cake crumbs scattering as we huddled closer with each twist. Arlo's reactions were the highlight, his macho facade cracking just

Its darkness of its skin was like a night absent of the moon and stars, its eyes the only colour that can be seen on the hideous creature. The eyes were hypnotic. As the scarlet red eyes stare at me, I realise this is a creature I have never seen before. The amount of times I have come into the Aurelian Spires by myself searching for creatures like this I have never found one quite so frightening. This time I have no weapon, no way of protecting myself, let alone my friend. So I did the only thing I could do to protect her. I got up and ran. This is where I am now, running for my life hoping beyond hope that Alexandria packs up and leaves. Behind me I can hear her calling my name

But soon, she would understand the consequences of being miserly. One day, while Greta was mocking me as usual, Hilda gleefully watched on. She walked into the living room with a glass of water to keep her throat hydrated. However, her movements were cautious, and she shuffled around nervously. As she was about to sit down, I suddenly shouted, "Ah!" Startled, she plopped down onto the chair, and there was a loud popping sound. Hilda let out an ear-piercing scream. Trembling, she glanced downward and saw that her pants were completely soaked. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she fainted on the spot.