Scp Stories Novels & Stories

Sloane's Pov I woke up with a jolt and I looked around my surrounding. I inhaled and exhaled deeply, calming my frightened heart. I had just woken up from a terrifying nightmare which I hadn't had for a while now. Reeling from the fear, I reached out for the light switch by the side of my bed and put it on. As the light filled my massive room, my gaze scoured round as I searched for the unknown. Then I let out a relieved sigh because I found no one...

Suddenly a pale blue light was seen from the furthest corner of the pool, just next to the washrooms. "No, not again," Sam cried. It seemed like he had seen a ghost. He was shaking. Sam and I seemed to be moving normally but those around us were all in slow motion. "What do you mean not again, Sam," I yelled at him. "This is what happened before they took me the other day. Everything stopped moving and something came out of a blue light. Please don't let them take me again, please." I had never seen Sam that frightened before. He often got angry but never frightened. I pulled him out of the pool and told him to run as I stared at the blue light to see what was to come out of it. Sam was well

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

This may be the end of Scarred Under Moonlight, but it's not the end of my stories. Until we meet again in another story, under another moon. With heartfelt gratitude and appreciation, S.A. RIVERS

"How dare you scare me like that?" Agnes has her chin on his shoulder. Hearing him say those words, without knowing whether it was true or not, she bit her lips again and closed her eyes tightly. It's him. It's Leon. — CHAPTER THIRTEEN: A Cold Dark Scary Place — In a dark, still and quiet room, a lone body of a female human was lying on the damp floor. On her forehead, there was a trail of blood that dried over time. Her face was pale, and if you can't see her chest going up and down, you would mistake her as dead.

A small plan hatched in her mind and she waits for Khalid to sleep before bringing it to life. After hours of escaping the cave, Eve finally arrived in Dzhimara’s gate. She wore a cloak around her which she borrowed from Khalid after he went into a deep sleep. Going through the blizzard was easy for her but she felt a bit too cool going through the cold wind. Even her body feels weird. When she tries to use her magic, she felt an odd, foreign tingle from the tip of her finger. Her Gift refuse to come out and it made her worried. She also feel a small discomfort of strange scar that magically appeared on her chest, directly between her breast. Another horizontal scar marred the spot near he

That was also the reason why I only learned that Sasha had been abused for a long time when Leo finally found her at the base camp. Jasper had told me that he had sent her to the cryonics program to be preserved, but his real plan was to sell her off somewhere before we returned to the base camp. Luckily, Leo had arrived in time and managed to save her. Now, everything was finally moving forward in a positive direction. … Through Leo's and my persistent efforts in leading the team to search high and low within the former forests for clues, we finally managed to find the main source of the water contamination.

She squeezed it two more times before dropping it in the water close to her chest. Leaning back and relaxing, she let her hands drop on either side of the bath tub. Her left hand reached out for the bottle of wine which laid just below the tub and she lifted it up. Deciding not to bother refilling the now empty glass, she brought the bottle to her lips and tipped her head backward, gulping the red liquid down in a rush. She choked and coughed, placed the bottle down and chuckled sadly. "Omar, I'm really sorry." Hiccup. "I'm really really sorry. But I needed this break, at least I thought that was what I needed.... Bit I miss you terribly...."

scar gets back in flight as we keep flying around in circles ,around the pack house trying to pick up Rosa's sent ,i held my scorpion mace in my right hand slicing through and killing every single enemy in sight ,the whole pack was so thrown into to chaos ,with everyone running around for their lives ,this time i tried my best not to harm the defenceless ones of the pack just the warriors and guards who tried to stop me from reaching their alpha ,i had scar sex the all ablaze ,i pick up Rosa's scent by its a bit faint . I pick up Rosa's scent but it appear to be a little faint ,it leads me to the end of the pack ,a little into the woods , i get down from scar and walk forward for a clos

Scott POV Everything was collapsing around us and Aldus stood at the center of it all, transformed into a monster, his body twisting with scales, claws, and horns like something ancient and forgotten by every race. Things looked bad. Really bad. But I wasn’t afraid. I stepped forward, flames curling around my fists—normal flames at first. But then something inside me snapped. The fear. The anger. The memories of everything this organization had done. And then the flames shifted. They darkened… deepened… twisted… until they burned a violent purple, hot enough to distort the air.