Novel & Cerita Stephen King Scariest

I sped walked through the halls, knowing that if a group of attackers pounced from the dark corners they could put me down. My hands were sweating, eyes moving all around and I hated the feeling as if someone was just about to jump you from behind and kill you. I hated feeling so scared. Getting to the king’s office I nearly died when I realized there was no key on the door. What was with werewolves and not keeping keys to their rooms?

In the absolute silence of the room, the sound of heavy commanding thudding came forth from the right section of the room causing both me and ma'am Lucy to pause not just in our tracks but in our thoughts as well. "Greetings my king," Ma'am Lucy dipped her head the moment the Lycan king appeared. His face was cold and expressionless. "Get your head down!" Ma'am Lucy literally pulled on my clothes. "I warned you not to look in the eyes of the king, do you wish to die?" She whispered infuriated. I muttered a halfhearted apology and dipped my head. What is so scary about him anyways…they get scared of him easily for nothing…I scoffed inside of me.

The room gasped collectively, shocked by the abrupt confrontation, witnessing a rare display of aggression from Stephen. The family, frozen in disbelief, exchanged glances. Damon and Jennifer exchanged worried looks, while Delilah stood there, a mix of concern and confusion clouding her eyes. Stephen's mother, witnessing the unexpected turn of events, felt a pang of anxiety. Stephen's words hung heavily in the air, filled with a seething anger that seemed to consume the room. "Just pray to God that I don't find you to be the culprit behind all this, Jonathan. Because if I do, then no one can save you from me. I will go to any damn extent to make sure you die in my own bare hands and rot in h

she said, her voice taut with something that sounded a lot like fear. The air shifted. It chilled. I didn’t need to see him to know. That voice it slithered into the room before he even spoke. Stephen. The devil cloaked in human skin. “Any improvement?” he asked, smooth as glass, sharp as a blade. “No, sir.” “Good.” A pause. “You can go. I’ll call you if I need anything.” The door clicked shut behind her. Silence settled like a predator in the room. Then I felt it.

My body slowly beginning to shake as I continued to take in each of their bodies, neither of them noticing me as both continued on making small talk, both wearing sinister smiles upon both of their faces the longer they do. The scene before me like a scene one would find in a horror movie. Like Chucky or Scream. The kind of movie that took blood and gore to a whole new level of madness. My body unable to move even as I continued to process everything going on before me. Grant quick to notice my lack of movement as he moves to follow my gaze only for a deadly smile to grace his lips as well. His eyes soon locking on those of his brothers.

Just two bottomless pools of infinite, absolute midnight. “Step away from my King,”a voice roared from my lips—a chorus of a thousand dead souls echoing through the cavern. Jaxon froze, his face draining of all color as he looked up at me. For the first time in his life, the arrogant Alpha felt true, primitive terror. He instinctively lifted his whip to strike, but before the leather could even uncoil, I flexed my fingers.

I couldn't even react to it; fear had its claws too deep in me. “Get the book away from her feet,” Stephano ordered. My hands trembled as I reached down, carefully lifting the book away from where Barbara had kicked it. I wished I could disappear, melt into the floor, anything but be there in that moment. Then came the command that made my blood run cold. “Kiss her feet.” I hesitated, hoping I’d misheard, but the look in Stephano’s eyes told me I hadn’t. That was the beginning of the horror I would face in his hands.

Henry had paid him a fortune to make things go his way and still the greedy bastard found something to yell about. Stephan was sick of it. All of it. Taking his claws, he raked them across Frances’ throat and chest. The old Lycan’s skin cut like soft butter under his claws. Hot blood spurted from the wounds and Frances slowly fell, mouth still open, but no sound coming out. For one second there was silence, blessed silence. Then the rest of them started screaming. In that moment, all else turned red. Stephan didn’t care about his list any more or the order of killing. Just that they all were going to die. Every last one in that area.

Please! "Luuukkk!" I yelled out once more even if I feel so nervous. I brought a flashlight, but it will just act as a beacon of target for monsters. The night was at least peaceful, but still, my heart felt like being tore due to the fear I was feeling. This move I take is not safe. I know. Oh my Ghad! I'm not scared of werewolves and vampires. What I'm scared of the most are the ghosts! Yeah you hear me. The creepy things I often see in horror movies. Please, not me!

Stephanie has a hell-twisted personality. “I will kill you. Throw your dead body into the deep ocean. No one will know,” she laughed before walking away. Should I be scared? Yes, I should be scared by now, but why do I feel like laughing at this. If that was Stephanie pretending to be my father, how did she manage to obtain those pictures and letters? What is her connection to my real father? Damn, her. I swear, I will tie her like how she ties me once I get out of her. . c.m. louden