A Faint Cold Fear Novels & Stories

It pressed against my ears until all I could hear was his shallow breathing and Fia’s broken sobs. That curse had nearly killed him. Nearly shattered everything. And I felt it still. Not gone. Just hiding. Like a snake coiled beneath her skin. I stepped closer, my eyes never leaving Fia. The power around her had faded, but the air was still thick with wrongness. “You feel it, don’t you?” I said quietly. Fia flinched. “I… I feel cold.” “That’s it,” I muttered. “That’s the parasite. It feeds on fear.”

It was like it vanished into thin air. Sofia kicked the door, as if that was going to help. Fear found its way to her veins, and she began shivering from the cold. Other than the hated dark, stuffy places, the room was not pitch dark, but it felt like everything’s closing in on her. The cold was getting to her bones, and her breathing was getting tougher by the second.

Sarah felt a cold sensation creep over her body as someone led her to a mansion bathed in pale moonlight. A tall fence surrounded the property, creating a mysterious aura that sent chills down her spine. The house was filled with strange sounds, such as the hiss of the wind sweeping through dry leaves and invisible whispers echoing in the night air. Sarah was both frightened and surprised by the atmosphere that stirred the imagination.

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.

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.

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.

A sudden cold wind blew through the area, making me shiver deeply. The air became very icy right away, and with that change— dread. It was more than just getting cooler; it was a quick, strong pull of all heat, like falling into a dark cave during a cold season. The switch happened so fast it seemed less like normal weather and more like something pushing in—a thick cover of freezing fear. My breathing stopped short, turning into a seen mist before it faded into the strong chill. My skin felt rough, the small hairs rising up, not only from the low temperature but from a basic, deep scare that went into my body. Every feeling told me to escape, to find cover, but my feet stayed stuck, trapped