A Faint Cold Fear Novels & Stories

He was so scared that he went completely pale, his body shivering. “It’s so cold.” He shouted weakly, “Someone, help me! It’s so cold. Turn off the air conditioning. I’m going to freeze!”

That familiar sound his footsteps made always drenched me in fear. Everything was vivid in my head, I could almost perceive the stench of that place. And If I opened my closed eyes, I would turn sixteen again and would wake up in that cold dark room. My teeth shivered, the fear spreading chills to my spine. Warm strong fingers encircled my shoulders. Slowly, it trailed ever so lightly to the delicate skin of my nape, spreading a wave of warmth through me. I snapped my eyes opened then. The room wasn't dark.

She was getting more and more confused by the second. Cara nodded and said. “Ok, let me explain it to you. Having cold feet simply means to suddenly becoming too frightened to do something you had planned to do, especially something important, like getting married.” She explained. Cara would never have thought in a million that she would feel that way about marrying the love of her life, her mate; the alpha, but here she was, feeling it. She had thought that it was something she would feel when she was marrying Tim, but it just didn't happen.

However, I could also sense the extensive cold undertones, tones that were so sinister yet hidden carefully within that soothing voice. I do not know why, but suddenly my heart was running a mile. It felt like, at any moment, it would burst from my chest. My body had also gone cold, seemingly the blood that was running in my veins had been wiped dry. The air also felt sinister, it was as though the devil himself had joined us. My head ambivalently shifted towards the frame of the man that had just made his presence, wondering whether it was wise letting him see my fear.

My fingers trembled visibly, betraying every single word coming out of my mouth. "I—" I forced out another laugh, thinner this time. "I'm cold." That wasn't entirely a lie. I was freezing, actually, ice sliding through my veins in place of blood. Or maybe fear simply had a way of making every inch of a person feel like winter regardless of the actual temperature in the room. His eyes stayed fixed on my face, unmoving, studying every micro-expression I couldn't fully control anymore. I could feel him cataloguing me the exact same way he cataloged everything, filing away each small tell like evidence.

he says in a calculated way, and my blood runs cold as my knees suddenly go numb. What exactly does he mean? "What?" I ask tentatively, as fear overpowers my anger and takes control over my stances, that my bones begin to feel weak and my legs begin to feeble.

The silence pressed in from all sides, heavier than the cold. My chest ached with a weight I had never known—grief, fear, and raw, untamed power all tangled together, pulsing beneath my ribs. Caelan’s faint heartbeat echoed in the back of my mind, a tether, but it trembled with uncertainty. I shivered. The cold was not just in the Between—it was a mirror of my own body, a warning, a reminder that I teetered on the edge between life and death. My mother’s words echoed, clearer than the silver light that swirled around me:

"What do y-you mean with that?" I asked, stuttering. What Fin has whispered at me really made my body to shiver. I could feel the cold ran through my system, through my spine. I hate the feeling because it sends and eerie one. I hate it that way. "What do you m-mean, Fin?" I asked, voice were shaking more. My heart were beating so fast and I could hear it out my chest. I hate the mere sound of it, especially that it was Fin who was scaring me.

Cool, warm breath morphed into a faint mist each time she gasped, the frigid air biting at her skin. Iris felt the numbness creeping into her limbs, the cold seeping deep into her bones. Her head snapped around, eyes wide with fear as she scanned the area, desperate to make sure no one had witnessed what she had just done. Panic clawed at her chest, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts, her neck stinging as though unseen hands were choking her.

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.