A Faint Cold Fear Novels & Stories

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…

But now I’m just cold, tired, and ready to get home. When my car comes into my line of sight, a cold shiver races down my spine, stopping me in my tracks. The shiver isn’t caused by the wind and snowflakes lashing across my skin. No, that kind of shiver is caused by unwanted eyes watching from the shadows. Stalking, even. The kind of stare that makes a person’s entire body freeze with fear.

A wide benevolent smile did not hide his true thoughts. Now I understand what the expression - chilling fear means. Katherine had experienced this and so she tried to teach me how to deal with it. But then it seemed that I could cope without problems, but now I'm not sure. Indeed, the fear is quite different. It used to be a game, but now it's reality. The blood in the veins grows cold, drops of sweat appear on the forehead, the legs give way, and the body absolutely refuses to obey. There are a lot of thoughts swirling around in my head, but none of them are related to what can help. "Very rare specimen!" - the words of our shaman Neville surfaced in my memory.

Cold chills ran down my spine and the fact that the curtains were up with the downpour outside wasn’t helping. Goosebumps filled my skin, fear clutched my chest and my stomach was clenched tight as I looked into his eyes that were unusually bright in the dark room. “You haven’t begged for mercy yet.” He said in a low tone that not only made my toe curl but also made me gasp a little as I realized a shiver of panic. The ferocity of his passion was frightening, causing sheer black fright to sweep through me and I couldn’t help the way my body shook, teeth clattering and body shivering violently.

That's how I knew there was more to the story that he wasn't telling me. "Is Lucy really alright? Or is there anything I should know?" "honestly, Killian, just ask her. If she wants you to know, she will tell you. All I am going to say is. She is not as tough as she puts on. Her fear is real, and it can take control. You'll know when it happens because Astrid is really protective of her and will take control when Lucy is falling apart when we were kids before we even had our wolves. Lucy used to look like she was having a panic attack when she was feeling an emotion too big for her. The first time I ever met Lucy, she was sitting on a swing, and she was breathing super heavily. I thought she

But deep down, I felt a tremble of fear coursing through me. I felt my palms grow moist as I anxiously awaited her reply. The silence in the room only heightened my nervousness. I reached out and lightly pinched her shoulder. She slowly turned her face to me, and I could see the fear etched on her features. "Leave if you don't want to end up like me," she whispered in a voice that trembled with emotion.

As the strangers approached, fear crept in like a fog, chilling and suffocating, shrouding my mind in a damp, dark mist that obscured all hopes… Terror seeped into my bones like ice water, freezing my veins, numbing my senses and turning my legs to lead. For a lengthy minute, I couldn't move, held down by fear as the men approached, their faces masked by their hoodies, which made no effort to hide their frames.

The kind that came from somewhere too deep for words. The sound made my stomach tighten painfully. I pushed the blanket aside. Carefully. Quietly. Trying to move without waking him further. For several seconds I just watched him thrash on the couch. His face had gone pale beneath the tan. Sweat covered his forehead in beads that caught the lightning flashes. His fingers curled tighter around whatever he was gripping. Then his lips moved slightly. A whisper came out. Barely audible even in the quiet room. "No..." The single word sent a chill through my entire body. Because there was fear in it. Real fear. Not anger or rage. Fear.

Then I felt it. It wasn’t a sound or a physical disturbance. It was a sensation—an all-encompassing dread that crept into my body, icy and suffocating. Fear gripped my chest like an iron vice, making each breath feel labored and shallow. My hands clutched at the blankets instinctively, seeking some form of comfort against the creeping terror. But this fear wasn’t entirely mine. It felt foreign, like an unwelcome intruder that had latched onto my mind and heart.

She paused. “And I can’t sense a wolf scent either.” A cold chill spread through my body. The fever suddenly seemed insignificant compared to the fear creeping into my chest. I shook my head slowly. “What does that even mean?”