Sonic Scared Novels & Stories

I turned around and my heart thundered with fear when I saw Sonia approaching with a frown. "Holy, Shit!" My stomach tightened. Did she see Tina? Did she hear anything?

I ran my hand through my hair and decided to find Sona before something happens to her. I left the club, the cold air instantly hitting me causing my hairs on my body to stand up. I started looking around the eerie empty road but there were no signs of her. I tried to call her while I continued looking around but she wasn't accepting any of my calls. I walked further and further until I heard a scream making me snap my head in fear towards the sound. "Sona" I said as I rushed towards the scream. "SONA" I shouted. "HELP!!" a female voice cried out. I breathed heavily as I stood there in shock. The sound was coming from behind some trees. "HAHAHAH shout as loud as you can....no one will be abl

His fear of losing his position and offending the Lycan Apex was palpable. My head suddenly began to ring, an alarm sounding deep within me. A familiar scent began to permeate the air, a scent that was both enticing and tormenting. "Mate! She's here!" Echo's words were a fierce whisper in my mind, igniting a mix of anticipation and dread within me.

Sonia paused for a moment before she sat down beside him. Alex put his bandaged hand in front of her and asked softly, “Scared?” Sonia remained quiet, her head lowered. Alex giggled. He tilted the girl’s face up with his other hand and consoled her, “I’m not scared, so what are you scared of?” Sonia pouted. Her face puffed as she stared at him and stammered, “I’m scared that it hurts.” She spoke softly but Candice heard her. Candice looked down at the bottle of water that Alex put away. It was almost hitting the floor.

Fear I feel fucking fear. "I'm good",I keep watching. "he watching to make sure she dies",Gemma pipes up. I let out a vicious growl and she jerks. "watch your tone!",Scar growls and her eyes go wide with fear. "son",dad moves to me. "Scar calm down ",uncle Duke says softly. "back off",Scar growls again as my eyes flash golden.

I said silently closing my eyes I kept thinking of my childhood days, Im always scared of dark place because I usually see an old woman when its dark, the woman is so scary. God!!, I have to get out of here before I die because I have started seeing her again. I thought in tears Suddenly, I felt a touch on my ears and I started hearing sound of music I looked up and noticed Scotts earpiece on my ear I stared at him and he just smiled He turned on his phone touch light and everywhere became bright. He moved his hands closer to my face and cleaned my tears. Why are you crying baby? He asked looking into my eyes Baby? He called me baby? OMG!, I thought smiling

And my eyes—empty of the love or fear he might have expected, filled only with a cold, silent, eternal accusation. He saw me. His head snapped up. His bloodshot eyes widened, the pupils growing large in pure, primal terror. The whiskey-flush drained from his face, leaving him a ghastly, bloodless white. "No... no, you're not real... you're not..." he babbled, a string of denials to the empty air.

“You. Son. Of. A. Bitch…” Every breath felt like fire. Marcus had just signed his own death warrant. There was a loud crash inside, Rockan’s fury erupting so violently the very air vibrated. Lyra gasped fear, pain, something else. Then Silence. Heavy. Suffocating. Deadly. My pulse thrummed in my ears as I positioned myself directly outside the shed. I could hear Marcus’ ragged breathing, Rockan’s boots scraping against the floor, Lyra’s heart racing in terrified rhythms.

"Okay, okay, easy. I’m just telling you about my favorite event of the day. Relax and keep yourself calm. I’m not sure if you’ll like what I’ll say next…" I think I know what he’ll say. The agency wants me to accept the offer because I’d clearly stated my disgust when it was offered. "Tic wanted you to accept the offer." Tic is short for Terror-In-Closet. The guy that I inadvertently caused a scandalous incident with. I think I’m still absent-minded that I didn’t straighten my facts.

Alone in the dark, Amy was very scared. Suddenly, the phone rang. She answered, hoping it was her parents or the sitter. Sounding far away, a voice came over the phone: it belonged to her grandfather. "Don't be afraid, honey. There's nothing to fear. You'll be safe. The storm will pass." Then the phone went silent.