Tails Scary Novels & Stories

Don't know what this is. At this time, the big tiger came in. Eric saw the big tiger and happily got up and flew to it. When the big tiger just entered, he stood motionless looking at Eric flying back and forth, the big tiger saw Eric's sickle roaring happily, but it went through Eric's body.

Besides, given the life I'd had before coming to the ShadowClaw pack, I wasn't easily frightened, to say the least. "This is Toby, and he's a haunted doll!" Taylor exclaimed, taking 'Toby' out of his box and handing it to me. I took Toby from her hands and examined him curiously. I suppressed a smile when I noticed Taylor's disappointed expression of my reaction. She had wanted me to be afraid of Toby. She always hopes I'll back down, but clearly, she's just a kid, so I quickly caught on to her tricks. "So, what makes Toby haunted?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "Where did he come from? Are we sure that he's haunted?"

she cut me off once again. “How about…” her lips curved upward, “we’ll make Sadie as our new flavor of the month? You sure wouldn’t love that, do you, Tasha?” “Please… I have no intention of messing with you or Rendall—” “Good!” She pinned me to the wall while her friends were holding Sadie. She touched my hair gently at first, not until she pulled it on its ends. My legs were wobbly with fear, and my tears were starting to build up. “You know what I am capable of, Tasha. You’re just a piece of crap compared to me. My family is capable enough to make you and your whole clan shudder in fear. So, if you want to study at this university ‘til your senior year, stay away from Rendall. Get it?”

The far corner was made to accommodate Sugar, but the major portion of the barn was still in dire need of cleaning and renovating. Tara squealed, jumped back, and shuddered as a mouse scurried across her feet. Sugar never flinched. Instead, the steadfast mare impatiently nudged her feed bucket to bring Tara back to priorities such as breakfast. Tara’s body trembled. She had an unexplainable fear of mice and snakes and couldn’t control her reactions whenever she spotted one. As her heart struggled to regain a steady beat, she scooped grain into Sugar’s feed bucket. A flash caught the corner of her eye and chills covered her body. This was no mouse or snake; of that she was certain.

“She's scary, papa. Her eyes are black, her skin has snakes of blackness and she is scared of the moon. She comes from the pack of silver light, and some people think her name comes from the Moon Goddess, but it doesn’t, it’s only said the same.” “Is her name Celine, little one?” Alpha Nicholas asks, his tone surprisingly gentle. Tara’s scared eyes meet his and she nods. She is full on shaking now. “She is angry, Alpha. She wants to kill, rip and eat all.” She swallows, and I see the men pale. They know who she is. “Tara?” Alpha Blake says, getting her attention. “Do you know where she is? The bad lady?” “On her way. She can only walk in daylight. The shadows will not help her anymore. They

her eyes flickered down to his Adam's apple then back to his eye, without warning Tazz’s hand shot up to her face, she jerked in fear, like one would when being slapped, Tazz’s frown deepened “Look here,’ he commanded but she didn't look back, he felt it weird, her behaviour surprised him more and more everytime “I said look here,” he repeated firmly when she didn’t respond the first time, finally she turned her face back to him, embarrassed, she lowered her head but looked up at him with big round eyes. Tazz felt something wasn’t right about her, he had a handkerchief in his hand, using it to wipe off the beads of sweat that had formed on her head gently, he tucked a loose strand of hair be

This was an year old picture of him standing topless for the playboy magazine. "Now what the hell is wrong with her?" Troy frowned and then walked out of the office instantly, wiping away the sweat from his forehead. The only person Troy was afraid of was his grandmother, Mrs. Herarld Dawson, his only living family. Troy was closest to her grandmother ever since he was born and perhaps that is why she was the only person who could control the untammed tiger.

"It wouldn't bite. It can smell your fear, try to calm your tatas down," Tia said in my head, and a slight frown creased my brows. "Tatas?" I inquired, my hand still not anywhere close to the club's cage. "You've never heard that slang before? It means titties," Tia stated with a tinge of humour in her voice. "Now, chin up and feed it." Slowly, I extended my hand to the cage, and the cub stared intensely at me, still maintaining its lying position.

For some reason, that comforted me a lot as it felt like she lifted all my soreness and tiredness roaming around my body. “You are silver and black in color, how pretty.” Tisha almost giggled before kissing my head, which flattered my heart. My wolf is dancing with joy right now and just wants to be with her all night after all that has happened. “This is Daddy?” Tain looked surprised and was starting to panic, “But how! Did someone turn him into a dog?!” “No, that is not a dog, Tain, it’s called a werewolf, you were taught about that, right?” Tisha told him.

Nicole coughed violently while covering her nose and mouth. Tigger, who had been quietly playing dead, scratched at her pocket. “Mama, I searched my database. It’s some kind of ancient sacrificial ritual.” Nicole’s heart went cold at the words. ‘Am I really going to die?!’ “Tigger, you’re a tiger, right? Can you pounce out and bite them?” Tigger was silent for a few seconds before speaking cutely. “Molly Stewart gave me 20% aggressiveness in her original design, but after the Great God Maverick remodeled me, my aggressiveness became zero. Mama, you can pounce and bite them yourself…”