A Faint Cold Fear Novels & Stories

But deep down, I already know it: the truth will not come on its own. And the shadow… perhaps lives under the same roof as those I love. Fear is there. Raw. Primitive. But another sensation now runs through it. Cold. Sharp.

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.

He stood up slowly, wiping the sweat off his head, and grabbed a shirt, throwing it on as he made his way out of his room. The hallways were dimly lit and very silent. Each of his steps echoed across the hall, dragging a sense of unease behind him like a shadow. The mansion felt colder than usual, the weight of everything sent chills down his spine, and the fear played a huge role in his sudden cold.

Watching. I could feel it pressing in, curling around me like an unseen force, suffocating yet intangible. My breath came in shallow gasps, each inhale filling my lungs with the taste of dust and fear. The cold slithered over my skin like skeletal fingers, wrapping around me in a suffocating grip.

Auracio Fear. It is a sensation I thought I had forgotten. Or rather, one I thought reserved for others. For those who stood on the other side of my desk, hands clammy, eyes shifty. For those who had made an error in judgment, an attempt at betrayal. Fear was the scent I inhaled before pronouncing a sentence. It was not something that lodged in my own chest. But tonight, it is there. Nestled behind my sternum, a knot of living ice that contracts with each heartbeat. It is not loud. It is silent, insidious. It tints every shadow in the room, weighs down the air I breathe.

My heart sank in fear, as my fingers trembled, I don’t know the reason I get these cold feelings, whenever I see fangs, they are something about fangs and claws, I became anxious, as my face turned paler. “Brittany, are you…” “Don’t come near me, and take that away,” I screamed, hoping they could disappear faster than I expected. Oh, goddess! I held my head, as they were spinning and giving me an uncontrollable headache, then I had flashes of memories of a little girl covered with blood.

“What did you feel when the house was quiet?” I hesitated. “Like I was the last person alive, Sometimes I will imagine walking out the door and just keep going until I found a road. But then I would picture him finding me, and it was like my body forgot how to move.” “That’s not love,” Dr. Freeman said quietly, “That’s fear, and fear can feel like love if you’ve been taught to confuse the two.” Something in me cracked at what he said, my hand went to my mouth, pressing hard, but the sound that escaped was part laugh, part sob.

Maybe іt’ѕ the fear. It ѕееmѕ so dаrk I саn’t ѕее mоrе than a fеw fееt ahead, аnd I nеаrlу ѕtumblе. I start tо раnіс. Mу brеаthіng gеtѕ out of control аnd I want tо scream.

Not fear. Just a strange, fleeting sense that the world is holding its breath.

KAIDA I sensed a shift in the atmosphere—a chilling premonition of a new threat’s emergence. Goosebumps snaked across my skin as a foreboding frost permeated the air, so intense it felt as though I were being bitten by ice. I curled into myself on the bed, shivering violently, my teeth chattering in the sudden, localized snowstorm.