A Faint Cold Fear Novels & Stories

Spreading. Between her legs. And in that moment, I felt something I had never felt before. Not anger. Not rage. Fear. Real fear. One I have never felt before. Not even when she left me, it wasn't that kind. This kind……….. This is the kind of fear that grips your chest and squeezes hard like it's aiming to take your life. Squeezing so hard that you can’t breathe. My entire body went cold. “No…” I whispered. My grip on her tightened instinctively.

And a tiny footed creature walked back and forth just beyond the bars, taunting me. I shook from a wave of cold. Or maybe fear. I couldn’t be sure of much of anything anymore.

I’d only shut it after he left, too shaken to think clearly. A cold wave of fear washed over me, and I stood there, frozen. My gaze stayed fixed on the door, as though willing it to stay closed. But then, faintly, I heard it. Footsteps. Slow. Steady. Getting closer. “Oh, fuck,” I muttered under my breath, my legs threatening to give out.

Soft voice ringing in the ear: "As long as you are good, no longer want to escape. Jane Tong ...... Don't you always want to marry me? As long as you are good, I will keep you in this life, OK?" There seems to be a cold wind blowing, the woman in the man's arms, shivering and trembling a little, exposed outside the neck, goose bumps rose. The bottom of the clear eyes, welled up a deep fear ...... in time to bite hard on the bottom lip of the petal miserable white, only to block the scream of fear that almost overflowed from the throat. But she could not control the chills rising from within, trembling with fear in the man's arms like chaff!

And suddenly I realize that I’ve grown quite cold because, without realizing it, I’ve begun to shiver a little bit. “Shit,” Kent murmurs as he feels me start to shake a little against him. He raises his head, pulling back and looking up at me. “Are you all right?” “Yeah,” I reply, raising my own head and meeting his eyes, so close to mine. “Um, I think I’m just…cold?” “Shit,” he says again, shaking his head and unclasping his arms, letting me move away. “I’m sorry, Fay – I think I forget how cold it gets down here –“

“I feel it. In your whispers. In the way you look at me.” The hall grew quieter. “Fear is not weakness,” I continued. “It happens when people face something they don’t understand.” My fingers brushed lightly over my collarbone. The mark responded. A soft warmth spread under my skin. Not blazing. Not violent. Just steady. A faint glow that only those close could see clearly… but everyone felt something. A shift in the air. Lyra’s lips tightened. She had expected tears. Or anger. Or excuses. I gave her none.

I started moving towards the door and looked from the hole in the door to outside. I stood stunned and took no position when the sound of paws stopped and it made my body cold. It looked like something very cold stood behind me or I was standing in front of the ice-hill. The blood circulation in my body increases due to fear, but it is as cold as my body starts to freeze. I lost hold onto my body and was about to fall on the floor. My eyes are half closed from the cold and I can't see anything clearly.

Very soft and mild. The faint noise hung there, pulling at every instinct I had, leaving my skin prickling with sudden, unexplained dread. What was that?

The blood in my veins runs cold, icy tendrils of fear snaking their way through my body. How did she know that!?