Shivers Down Your Spine Novels & Stories

Spark just stared, her eyes wide and unblinking. They kept coming. Closer. The space between us vanished. My muscles coiled, a silent alarm screaming in my veins. I opened my mouth to tell them to back the hell up. Their faces melted. Pleasant curiosity twisted into blank, predatory hunger. No warning. No shift in posture. Their bodies simply… unraveled. Limbs elongated, bending at impossible angles. Bones cracked and reformed with wet, tearing sounds. Spark’s arm snapped forward, stretching into a whip-like vine that hissed through the air toward my throat.

Heading to the manager's office, she prayed silently hoping he would have sympathy for her. As soon as she knocked she heard his voice. That voice always sent shivers down her spine. Do you know the kind of shiver I'm talking about? Not the good part of shiver, like the one you feel when you are in love. It's the bad one. You know when you are afraid of someone and you shiver in fear. That's the shiver I'm talking about. Whitney walked into the office with a pleading expression. The manager looked up and smiled showing his dirty dark-brown teeth.

People staring……not at me, but above me. A strange chill spreads down my spine as I follow their gaze slowly, my breath catching in my throat. The massive, glittering, heavy chandelier above me is no longer still. I watch, frozen in place as the chain holding it breaks and it starts to fall…… Straight toward me……

My whole body shivers runs down my spine. With Bash's powers at their fingertips, they'd be unstoppable. It wouldn't be Witch War II, it would be the end of everything.

Then I walked down the stairs, leading to the basement. As I cautiously made my way downstairs, following the abductor's instructions, an eerie shiver ran down my spine. The dimly lit basement seemed to breathe with sinister anticipation, exuding a palpable aura of dread. The air was heavy, thick with an unsettling silence that amplified the pounding of my heart.

He whispered in my ears and I felt shivers run down my spine. Slowly, he walked around me and came to stand in front of me, his height towering over my small frame. My eyes met his again at the expense of me straining my neck. His presence was intimidating yet they sent a tingling sensation down my spine. "It was different and I want you under of me again. I want to have you moan out loud and I want to see your legs shake once again." He whispered, leaning down towards me. I closed my eyes shut from fear of not knowing what to do. I felt him tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear and when I opened my eyes, it met his.

Shivers ran down my spine . When he made sure that I properly adjusted with his length . He started his assault on me . Our body moved in sync and rhythms . I noticed my hips slamming with his for deeper penetration . My lewd moans and his sexy grunts united like a sweet melody In the air . My body felt extremely hot and warm . I peeped on his hairy chest which had some salted drops of sweats rolling off his chest and dripping on my breasts .

I wonder if they used something to counteract my vision? I hear a shuffle behind me as I shiver runs up my spine. I’m being dramatic. Nothing is down here. Nothing is happening. I have clearly watched too many horror movies. Despite the stillness, the hibijibies are working their magic tonight as I start my climb, feeling the rough texture of the jagged rocks beneath my bare feet. Hmmm, I really wish I had shoes so I wouldn’t feel the rough ground beneath me.

A shiver runs down my spine as I await whatever ritual or ceremony is about to take place. I am paralyzed, my limbs frozen in place as if encased in concrete. My palms are held up in supplication, while my feet feel like they are rooted to the ground. The moon reaches its peak, its eerie silver light washing over me and igniting my skin with a prickling sensation. As my braids cascade down my back, I can feel the power of their spell pulsing through the air, coiling around me like a deadly snake ready to strike. A heavy thudding begins in my chest, matching the beat of my racing heart as I brace for what comes next.

AVA A cold chill ran down my spine, the kind that makes your skin crawl before your brain catches up. I stopped walking and turned sharply, my eyes sweeping across the shadows of the night. The trees swayed lazily in the breeze, branches casting eerie patterns on the ground. The silence was heavy, too heavy. Something about it didn’t feel right. That feeling again…..the gnawing weight that someone was watching me. I clenched my fists by my side, trying to shake it off. Maybe I was being paranoid. Maybe it was the darkness, the tension, the pressure of everything building up in my chest. But something inside me refused to calm down.