Scared Tanjiro Novels & Stories

“Alright bye.” “You can stay here for as long as you want till you are comfortable being seen,” Nico walked towards me. “I don’t have a problem with being seen Nico, it's being seen at the wrong time or being caught displaying the wrong actions. I don’t know what my body will do next. I stay up all night because I am afraid of getting more of those dreams, my palms and feet inch as though claws might spring up soon, slight headaches and partial fainting here and there... I... I am scared Nico... what if I don’t know how to handle this? What if I hurt my friends or a baby? What if I hurt myself? And my nose... God my nose, they seem to have a mind of their own.”

His expression was softer than usual, his intense gaze fixed on me in a way that made my heart skip a beat. “I thought you might need some air,” he said, stepping closer. I gave a small smile. “You read my mind.” He nodded, his eyes flicking to the forest beyond. “A lot’s been happening. I thought you might want to talk about it.” I hesitated, unsure of where to even begin. But there was something about the way Dante looked at me—like he truly wanted to understand—that made me feel like I could be honest with him. “I’m scared,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “Not of Orin, or even Cole. I’m scared of what’s inside me. Of what I almost became.”

He was also like Shima, his fur began to rise with the sound of horror belonging to the dog and tiger. "I -I'm scared. "Shima hugged Kei's shoulder tightly, feeling Shima's hand tremble. "Shh .. I said shut up! "Kei still stiffened. He needed to know who the head of all these creatures was. Suddenly a ringtone sounded on Kei's cell phone. Mama calling! This time?? Kei quickly pressed the reject call. Kei looked in front of them, the dog barking and the half -cat tiger roaring had stopped. Their eyes looked right at them.

“ Did I scare you?” “ You don’t scare me,” I whispered. That’s a lie. My reactions are normal signs of being afraid. I know he’s not a fool to not read it. I can’t remember being like that I wanted to piss in my pants. I’m on his world and this thing is now normal. He chuckles. A cold one. “ You’re still shaking Santoro,” he murmured. Pain is what I refused to recognize. In his tone, a sense of pain hurts my ears. “Your hands are icy and shivering as if you just met a monster.”

Seeing him moving closer she grabbed Amina tightly by her shoulders who immediately put her hand on one of her hand to assure her sensing her fear that she was with her which helped her to some extent but not that much she stopped trembling with fear. “Stop glaring me old hag” Tapan spatted at Amina when he saw glaring at her and then looked at Janhavi for whom he had come here. He could tell by looking at her that she was scared of him and she must be, why not, he had shown her his monster form in this one month, after which any human being would be scared and his sick mind enjoyed it but this also made one thing sure that she did not know anything about Abhimaan being the mafia king and he

I’m gasping for breath, terror constricting my chest from the feral look on his face. I’m so scared right now. Cicero is fucking scaring me, and as his eyes zero in on my bleeding lip, I have a sick feeling he hasn’t even begun to truly scare me yet.

His touch was a rare comfort in the midst of the chaos, and I found myself focusing on his presence, trying to draw strength from it. “So, what’s your go-to scary movie?” I asked, attempting to shift my focus. Just then, a menacing figure with a knife appeared in front of us, tilting its head in a grotesque manner. I instinctively recoiled, brushing against Darius’s body in the process. The figure passed us with a ghostly grace, clearly enjoying the fear it evoked. I felt a cold shiver sweep through me, and goosebumps pricked my skin, a familiar sensation reminiscent of the unsettling feeling I got before summoning a storm.

For quite a couple of moments ahead, besides her handsome Brother Vir, she really couldn’t perceive the world, the circumstances, the conditions around her. “I’m so afraid, Sir… I’m immensely scared… I thought I was going to die inside the pool…” groaned Sumico intensely languidly, still trying to climb out of her trauma and horror. Involuntarily, she tightened her hug towards Virando’s tall, strong, sturdy as well as muscular body. “Don’t be afraid… You’ll be alright… Now, let’s change your clothes first, Sumico… You’ve been drenched and you’re totally wet… Okay?” whispered Virando softly at Sumico’s ear again.

“I…I…I don’t know. I just can’t do it. No matter how hard I try, I can’t let you go. I can’t bear to see you being strapped to that chair and tortured.” Stacey closed her eyes back, not knowing what to say anymore. The feeling was different and his tone sounded different from the one he used. She couldn’t decipher it, but it sounded like being in one of his moments that he couldn’t describe. “I’m just scared. Not because of what the pack would say, or the elders, but the scared because it might all come to an end one day, and you might not be able to open up about your scars to me.” He said before pausing again.

Vicenzo hissed in an angry tone and grab my arm to get up. My eyes went glassy as I look at him "I-I'm scared" I whisper followed by the continuous tears that well out on my eyes. I'm scared, because they are after me...