Terrifying Images Novels & Stories

You will be safe if you can overcome your fears but you will die here if you can't win over your fears. Now, that was comforting. I sneered. Death and freedom all in a sentence. What a perfect usage. I was wondering what my fears would be and imagined fighting with my claws and teeth when the portal changed again and I saw images appearing on it. I stumbled back in surprise as I saw the images on the screen. Of all the things that I was guessing of that could be my fears, this images being projected vividly before me was the last thing I had hoped to see. How possible was this? I felt chills over my body and couldn't help shivering. I was scared and prayed like I had never done before that I

As soon as I got within Leviathan's reach, his hands reached out and gently gripped the sides of my head, turning me to face him as his aqua blue eyes stared down at me. "I'm sorry this has to be done the hard way. Hopefully this eases the distress." Before I even had a chance to reply, his lips were on my own and a bright flashing light briefly consumed my vision. As soon as the light faded away, pictures started quickly flashing, consuming my vision. It was like I was looking at pictures from an old carousel projector that was speeding to make a movie. They started with a young child playing, and I knew by the eye color it was Leviathan. Horror consumed me as I saw pictures of dragons with

Strange images flashed on my face that I never knew existed. Gasping out, I shot my eyes tightly to avoid seeing the images, but my effort was futile as it came right into my head. A soft crinkle at my back snapped me out of the horrible sight. Sweating profusely, I cocked my head gradually towards the hand and freezed My body became numb, my breath came in short bursts, fear replaced the blood in my vein, my heart hung in between my cells and skin. I was as good as dead. "A witch! The famous and most deadliest witch"

But to her decimal display she found the red finger marks holding her to a frightening shock. As she looked through the mirror a devilish laughter of a woman with canines out, completely black with hairs waving on all sides appeared. The rocking chair which was stationary earlier started moving now. Amara was almost into a panic attack. It wasn't her hallucination. She indeed experienced his torture and the woman in the mirror....she at once disappears.

My dreams intertwined with reality, creating terrifying images that mocked me from across the room, taunting me until I curled up beneath the duvet and squeezed my eyes shut. Then the morning came, though I couldn’t really say that I awoke. I struggled to free myself from the daze of the night, and pictures, like the flash of a camera followed by a curling photograph, burned my retinas and stung my eyes. First it was David’s face, limp and slick with rain; then came Toby’s blood, spilling across the street; and now there was a third image to add to my collection, too, the sound of one dull, meaty thud followed by another, and then the scream ripping through my

I'm about to fall and fully give myself into him when the world around me turns dark, and the images in front of me are dead bodies littered under the blaze of a raging fire. The dead little girl from my vision turns her head to face me, as if suddenly animated, and her eyes are missing, leaving behind hollow sockets leaking out blood. I lose my mind instantly, screaming from absolute terror and releasing a burst of energy before I can stop myself. It comes out like a burst of wind that sends him flying to the other end of the room and right into the wall, putting an end to our make-out.

It writhed. The wrong scent in the air flared, turning almost sour. A series of rapid, sharp impressions slammed into the bond, faster than before, trying new tactics: flashes of me standing alone in a ruined nexus; Mirra lying in a cracked, dry field; Ronan on a dead shore with no tides. The fear these images sparked was old and real. The triad did not move. The fear stopped at the surface, like waves hitting stone. We felt them. We recognized them.

--Alyssa-- Everyone was here now, and their faces reflected a spectrum of unsettling emotions. Fear was the most prominent, etched deeply into their expressions. It was a fear that ran deeper than mere anxiety or unease; it was a terror that seemed to sap the very air from the room. Each person's face was a pale canvas painted with the dread of impending doom, and their eyes darted nervously, avoiding direct contact with one another.

images filled my mind. Sharp. Violent. Fast. I gasped. My grip tightened around the baby. Damon grabbed my arm. “Aria!” The images kept coming. Blood. Fire. Wolves fighting wolves. Claws tearing through flesh. I could hear the sounds. Roars. Screams. The ground covered in red. I shook my head hard. “Stop.” The images vanished. My breathing came out uneven. Damon’s voice dropped with fear. “What did you see?” I struggled to find words.

My heart pulsed erratically though there was no pain, only like there was a strong powerful presence hovering over my existence. My eyes slammed shut and images flooded into my head like firing bullets. They came at me so fast and overwhelmingly that I yelped. With them came the good, the bad, and the ugly of all eras. It was the last one that gripped me like the grim Reaper. A few seconds of this vision, I realized it was just like the nightmares that I'd been having today. The terror of the werewolf realm being reduced to a dark abyss of skeletons. Was this to be our end?