A Faint Cold Fear Novels & Stories

Elder Oscar announced shakily. Fear... the emotion that makes people weak, feel powerless and become obedient... I wanted them to feel the chills of being in the presence of me and tremble at the sight of me, I wanted them to feel the urge to bow down to me, to submit, as it will serve as a warning to those who wish harm upon me, and as a reminder that one wrong move and they will pay the consequences.

, he deadpanned. “Fuck you Alan”, Freya huffed and sat back. Alan chuckled to himself and pulled her back into him. They both stayed quiet, watching the rhythmic pattern in the falling and rising of Zach's chest. Fear is a feeling deeper than most. Maybe it is because it starts from the pit of your belly and sends tingles to the tips of your fingers and toes. Maybe it is because it sends chills to your spine and leaves you naked and hopeless, vulnerable in the worst ways possible. A slight crack in the wall of your mental health and it comes trashing in, tearing down every bit of optimism and sanity left and leaving you a ghost of what used to be.

I can feel my body shaking uncontrollably as a cold sweat beads down my forehead. He parts his lips and in that moment I know no terror greater than the fear that waits for his next words. “Cathy,” he says in a deep velvety voice that sends shivers down my spine, “I was so afraid.”

There are only five persons here that could be our target. Tell me who it is Uncle Fred. ...... It was too damn cold. My skin was beginning to turn like a feather chicken. I could feel the tiny bumps traveled from my toes up to my ears as a shiver involuntarily escaped my body. It was as if, I was magically drenched in the Arctic without getting bloody wet. Fear inhabiting me, all I wanted to do was run the hell out of there. escape. hide. disappear. Anything but to stay in the place of dread.

Her face turned red. The temperature in the room suddenly felt cold. She moved her hands over him, looking for signs. Her hands trembled as she did that l. They brushed over his pulse point. And it was there. She could feel it. A faint beat. But weak. But still there. That gave her hope. It felt like a lifeline. But that didn't stop her fear. It clung to her lungs, squeezing it until she could barely breathe. Her thoughts were haywire. Each one was more terrifying than the last.

he announces in his cold, dead voice, leaving a chilling threat hanging in the air. I freeze, the words he uttered hanging in the air like a poisonous fog. My heart skips a beat, its rhythm faltering for a moment. The nerve of this man! The room suddenly feels suffocating, and I can feel a cold sweat forming on my forehead, my breath turning shallow. Tears spring in my eyes, unbidden and unwelcome and no matter how hard I try to blink them back, it doesn't work and before long, they're streaming down my cheeks, my lips trembling.

I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper, and for a second I saw something in those cold and calm eyes of hers. I saw fear…

~Lucinda’s p.o.v.~ Fear. Ice cold fear, running through my veins and freezing my limbs. Turning my blood to frost. My breaths to fog. Fear is all I can feel, and pain. Lots of agonizing pain, spreading through every inch of my skin. I can hear my screams echoing off inside the walls of my mind, yet the sound does not escape from my lungs. The world does not quake at my feet from my screams, nor does it shatter through anyone’s eardrums. I am a silent statue, suffering in my own quiet agony. Not a soul can feel what I am feeling or know what I am experiencing.

Her breathing began to quicken as well. “Hmm? Fifi, why do you look so pale? Did you not sleep well yesterday night?” Zayn lowered his head to find that Faye’s face appeared ghastly. He immediately furrowed his brows and then began to feel her skin. He noticed that she was cold and clammy and she appeared to be in a weak state. “Also, why is your skin cold and clammy? You’re in a rather weak state too.” Faye appeared to be slightly panicked. She hastily pulled herself away from Zayn, shook her head, and said, “Not really. I feel rather well. I don’t feel sick.”

She can frighten a large group of people with her eyes. "What were you saying?, Continue!" An Taotao sneered, the cold air in her body resembled Mr.King. The students gasped and looked at her, frightened. How did a quiet girl like her, turn so cold and scary?