Zelda Scary Novels & Stories

When I looked back, I found an older woman holding a hoe. Her thick, long hair hung straight down and brushed the ground. It looked extremely unusual. At that moment, I realized that the safe zone had shrunk, and I was standing in a danger zone. “It’s the middle of the night. What are you doing out here instead of sleeping?” The ghoul lady looked straight at me. I watched as her black hair floated and got close to winding around my neck. My throat was parched. It was a natural fear response. Shaking, I raised the eggs and greens in my hands.

He grinned at Eiden. Eiden was frozen on the spot. Her body trembled with fear. Sweat began to pour out. His heart felt like it was being slammed. Tears began to fall from her eyes. The music player played on its own. Eiden turned his head to the music player and when he looked forward again, the evil had disappeared. Eiden breathed a sigh of relief, but he was wrong. He was still there! The door locked by itself and the flashlight on the smartphone suddenly turned off. Eiden was startled and before he could react, a pair of hands pulled his legs and made him fall.

Zelda continued glaring at Scarlett until she had to force herself to look away. She closed her eyes, and ran a nervous finger along her hairline. Kellan was staring at her, noting how she got immediately she'd seen Scarlett. Her expression had immediately changed the moment Scarlett stepped into the space. "Are you okay, Zelda? You look like you've seen a ghost." Kellan said with a straight face. "No. No. I'm perfectly fine. Please, come and sit. Forgive my manners." Zelda said, gesturing to the sofas.

Zelda's heart raced within her chest, her body consumed by an instinctive fear she couldn't shake. Amidst the intensity of the moment, Miguel materialized before her, extending a beverage as an offering. His voice resonated with a melodious tone as he urged Zelda to partake, promising a respite from the eerie ambiance that surrounded them. However, Zelda, sensing a hidden agenda lurking beneath his words, firmly declined, determined to awaken from the ethereal realm that had ensnared her. Summoning her inner strength, Zelda fought against the clutches of the dream, struggling to break free from its ethereal chains. Her eyelids fluttered, her consciousness teetering on the precipice of awaken

This was my worst fear. A voice invaded my head. A familiar low voice that was almost like a breeze. “You don’t have to be scared, Zelda, this is what you want.” “No,” I whispered. “I don’t want this. I’m scared! I’m terrified.” “You’re not!” “I am! This is my deepest fear and it scares me to my core. I don’t want to be here anymore!” The ground beneath me turned to liquid quickly. I started sinking. “Zelda no!” Posy cried.

George admitted, "but not impossible. We have to make sure that it is somewhere that he can't reach you." "I'm so scared," Elora murmured. "I know," George repeated quietly. "It's okay to be scared. But you are not alone. We're in this together." "Let's start with somewhere we can go. Somewhere that is not associated with him." "How about the old cabin?" Maya asked. "It is on the outskirts of town. It's simple, but it is safe. I know the way." "The cabin?" Elora questioned. "Yes," Maya said. "The cabin. It is in the middle of the woods. Remote. Hard to find. It is owned by my family."

Zelda nips at him and throws him off, which just makes him growl low and chase us. When he catches us, he once again jumps on our back, forcing us to stop and lay on the ground. He doesn't give Zelda a chance to fight back as he wraps his jaw around the back of our neck. I sit up a little as fear runs through me at what he could do to us, but Zelda just moves slightly underneath him.

Her eyes were sunken, as if she hadn't slept in days. But what really scared her wasn't any of that, or even the two puncture marks left behind by William's fangs. It was the bite mark that covered her shoulder; as if a huge dog had tried to take a chunk of her. She knew perfectly well what those marks were from, and it brought Lilith's decree to her mind, crystal clear. If she didn't escape this castle now, she wouldn't leave it at all. Not alive, anyway. No matter how connected she felt to William, she had no intention of sitting around, waiting for her life to be ripped from her. William would simply have to understand.

Yet, I was so wrong. When I saw Jackal that day, I saw something in him that made me back out and depart the room. A ray of light, though not a dazzling one, united Scarlet and Jerk. Looking into my clairvoyance, I realised I had underestimated my enemy. Not only was he linked to Scarlet, possibly someone she had known when young, he was also not an ordinary human.

They were midway across the path, in front of a cemetery when suddenly graves started opening. "What is going on?" Isabella asked, clutching onto Chris tightly. Chris was suddenly sweating so furiously but Ariel was cool and her face was blank and devoid of any emotions. They stood there watching six tombs open and six scary-looking ghosts walked out. Isabella was already whitish in appearance knowing who they are. Chris's hairs were all up and his eyes green, his normal sight nature. "GREETINGS TO THE SPECIAL ONE." One of them muttered. "GREETINGS TO THE LITTLE GODDESS." Another muttered.