A Faint Cold Fear Novels & Stories

My breath catches. That voice — it’s cold, like a starving lion’s roar. I freeze in place, one foot already over the threshold. Slowly, reluctantly, I turn back toward Baekhoon. Fear coils tight in my stomach, my skin prickling as if the room itself turns darker. Drap. Drap. Drap.

There was a life present a silent demanding presence. That insight led to the emergence of a brand-new deeper and colder form of fear.

I couldn't breathe for a second. Then this whisper of cold brushed against my chest, sharp and alien, like fingers made of ice were pressing briefly against my heart. "Shit." I staggered half a step, everything becoming blurry. “Kael?” Brent’s voice sounded distant. “Kael, are you alright?” The cold deepened, spreading through my chest in a way that made literally no sense. It wasn't pain... this was fear. But not my fear. It flooded me without warning, raw and panicked and desperate, laced with something so familiar it made my head spin.

Karina's whole being seemed consumed by a pure unadulterated fear that caused her eyes to widen. Every nerve in her tingled with fear. As a cold icy shiver that was both sharp and unwanted, snaked its way down her spine. Her forehead was speckled with cold clammy beads of sweat that traced tiny paths down her temples. A tiny, muffled sound, a desperate whimper trapped behind the gag, came from her. Her eyes, which were normally bright, now had a pleading glint that reflected the dim room light.

It entered him at the teeth first, set his molars on edge, then sank into the hollow places behind his ribs where fear liked to live. The realisation chilled him more than any threat ever had. Not cold, exactly. A clean, surgical absence of warmth, as if the air had remembered snow and decided to weaponise it. His lungs tightened on the next inhale, instinct trying to make him smaller, quieter, less noticeable to a room that could feel intent like scent.

Sometimes in life, you can add one and one together and end up with thirty-two. I looked at my best friend. She was chewing her thumbnail, staring at the wall. Her eyes were a little glossy, and in them, I saw a slither of fear. “Day? Are you getting cold feet?” She dropped her hand. “Yes. No. I don’t know.” I tucked my feet beneath me.

--- When it becomes steady… intentional… real? --- --- That’s when a different kind of fear shows up. --- --- Because now— --- There are no excuses left. --- --- Now, you have something to protect. --- --- --- Elena didn’t notice it immediately. --- Of course she didn’t. --- --- Because everything still felt calm. --- Still felt steady. --- --- But fear like this doesn’t come loudly. --- --- It creeps in. --- --- Quiet. --- --- Subtle. --- --- And by the time you recognize it—

The sight sends a cold surge of fear through me. “We’re under attack!”

I can’t do that. “Dye! What’s wrong?!” Emmy’s state of worry intensified now that she sees me. I must look pathetic- curled into a ball on the floor, running my hands up and down my legs, enjoying the tingles I’m feeling. My forehead feels sweaty, and my hair is disheveled, falling across my face and sticking to my neck. I sense Emmy crouch down next to me and she gently places her hand on my shoulder. I shrieked from her contact.

Given how cold the broth is, I must have slept for several hours. As I am here contemplating whether to chug the cold broth down, I feel it. A terrifying sinister presence. The temper of my cell drops to a bone-chilling level. For the first time in many years, I feel something I have been thinking ceased to exist in my life. I feel fear. A raw unprecedented fear. Something or someone is here with me and they are not friendly at all. I feel a bone-chilling fear engulfing me slowly and it feels as if I may just pass out.