Zelda Scary Novels & Stories

She just met Freya, I got forgotten already. "What kind of way?" I turned to freya who was busy with her phone. Do you got a text? "Like bully you." oh I'm touched. "Am I suppose to be scared of what you said?" I said, sarcastic. "Just saying. This is the first time I saw Seymour like that." She turned back to her phone.

I couldn't even see a soul around and the rain was continuously pouring down. "The Scars are on the haunt." She said and I sighed. "So, what's new about it? I don't understand why people are so scared of them. They never really harmed anyone." I said and she let out a frustrated sigh. "They are behind someone." She said,

Fear was written all over her face as prominent lines appeared on her forehead. A smirk appeared on Zelda's face as she slipped her hand into her jacket, closing the distance between herself and Mira. "Oh, that," she paused in between her words. "I'm here to..." Holding onto an object tightly, she pulls out her hand from the jacket. Her face tightening as she enjoyed the scared look on Mira's face, she said, "Send you to the underworld... you should apologize to the families you ruined their lives for." Including the lives of their children."

"Go to Aunt Cleo!" Aqua's heart pounded in her chest as she stumbled towards the door, her legs shaking with fear. She glanced back to see her parents fighting valiantly, their magic clashing with the dark energy of their attackers. Milak's elemental fury and Zara's healing light intertwined in a beautiful yet tragic dance of power and sacrifice. But it wasn't enough. Milak fell first, a blast of dark energy striking him down. Zara's scream of anguish pierced the air as she knelt beside him, her light flickering and fading. The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares.

She comes around the side of my desk so she’s facing me as she lifts herself up to sit on the edge of the large mahogany piece of furniture. “Hello, my love.” She returns my term of endearment with her sweet smile calming my somewhat frazzled nerves. Seriously, fucking vampires? “Yup, fucking vampires.” She says, picking up on my thoughts through our mind link. “How are Amber and Leia?” I ask, hoping our two little daughters aren’t too scared. “They’re fine.” Zella smiles, “they and the other younger pups are making Halloween decorations with some of the omegas. They’re probably covered in glitter at this point.” Ah, glitter. The herpes of the crafting world. Because you can never get rid of

I turned the light back on. The scream that tore from my lungs wasn't human. The attic was packed. Hundreds of them. Not just my collection, but things that had crawled out from the eaves, from the crawlspaces, all wearing the faces of dolls I had never seen. They were all staring at the light, their pupils shrinking in unison, a sea of black dots vanishing into porcelain voids. They didn't retreat this time. They flinched, but they kept coming. "Don't look," a voice whispered from directly behind my ear. It sounded like Lady Genevieve. "It hurts to look."

Zelda “This way, babygirl,” the stranger ordered, pulling on my hair until I followed him obediently. I didn’t dare look for my friends; instead following mystery man toward the door marked ‘exit’. I stumbled in my heels once we reached the alley, the smell of sweat from the club being replaced by fresh, cold air. It was followed by the sensation of his warm hand on my arm, gripping me hard. I looked up into those light eyes, and I felt scared.

I laughed, and shook my head, thinking of how nice it had been to see and touch my kids. “Where are they?” Titan asked. “They went somewhere else to play. A random room.” I replied, and we began to talk about Nina and how we hoped she didn't suspect a thing. However, we were interrupted shortly, by Zelda's scream. She rushed into the living room and held my hand in hers, looking terrified. “Mummy… Mu… B…Bl… Blood!”

“This way, I decide whom I see and when.” “Unless they touch you without your permission. Spirits reaching out for help or trying to scare you away don’t hesitate to touch you.” “Oh, true,” I muttered. “You should try and see what happens.” He swallowed and turned to the open door, raising his voice. “Hey, kids! Wanna play a game?” I giggled, seeing how naturally he transitioned to Haunter Supreme to boss ghosts around and resume breakfast. “What game?” asked one of the tablets a moment later. Brandon replied like he was addressing any regular kid and nodded to me, his mug right by his mouth.

My heart raced in shock as I went towards where the crash came from when a silhouette of a guy appeared in the floor-to-ceiling curtains of my living room and split seconds later, the lights went off. Fear crept inside of me as I thought of the silhouette. Who turned the power off? Am I being robbed? I remembered putting a small flashlight on the drawer beside the door and started walking towards it but due to the darkness, I stumbled upon a glass vase that fell on the floor and made a loud sound.