A Faint Cold Fear Novels & Stories

The uncertainty only fueled my fear, making it difficult to think clearly. I mustered all the courage I had left and tried to push myself up from the cold, hard ground. But my body felt heavy, as if it were weighed down by an invisible force. Panic surged through me as I realized my limbs were numb, unresponsive to my desperate commands. It was as if I were trapped in a nightmare, unable to break free. My eyes grew heavy, and I fought to keep them open, afraid that if I closed them, I would never wake up again. Fear consumed me, and I could feel it washing over me like a suffocating wave. In that moment, I regretted not heeding the warnings of the handsome man who had cautioned me against re

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

My tears began to roll down on my cheeks. A shadow came down from my roof. Suddenly the wind changed and a strange cold crawled on my back. The grief I was feeling abruptly turned into fear. This shadow, its presence was so heavy that it manifested in the whole area. Its red eyes were furiously staring at me and they were screaming danger.

I blurt out without realizing it. Shit! What have I done?! My cousin angrily shouts back, “HAH!? What mate?” My heart pounds and all the strength leaves me. I am having difficulty breathing. My lungs feel as if they are filled with burning ash. Yet, there is a cold spreading inside of me too, like a frost growing on a cracked window in an empty house. This is the feeling of fear. I bite my lips into a thin white line, knowing that I cannot tell them who my mate is.

With that she scurried out of the room. It was as if the whole world was brought to an eerie stop. Dread and terrible fear weighed down on Aelfric. The force of it threatening to suffocate him. He couldn't breathe. I need air. I need air . Calm down Aelfric, she's going to be fine. No, it's not the same thing as what Itzel or Ruphias had. It's just a mild hot body temperature that will pass in no time.

There was concern in his gaze. I swallowed hard. “I’m scared.” The cold night crept into my bones, piercing my skin. My body trembled violently, not only because of the piercing cold but also from the relentless fear swelling in my chest. Tears began to flow, their warmth seeming to fight the cold crawling into every fingertip and my bluish lips. My breath formed thin vapor in the freezing air, trembling along with my unstoppable heartbeat. David squeezed my hand tightly, his touch warm like a small resistance against the cold engulfing my body. His fingers gripped firmly, giving strength without words.

Hailey*** I can’t breathe. It feels like my lungs are collapsing under the weight of everything, like I’m drowning in this cold, suffocating nightmare. My body is trembling, but it’s not from the chill in the room. The hospital air is frigid, but it’s the fear, the terror, that has a hold on me, squeezing tighter and tighter with each breath.

He said. My heart thunder in my chest, fear squeezing it as hard as it could. My breath came out short, and I tried gasping for air to fill my burning lungs. The cold air forced goosebumps over my bare arms and feet, the soft baby blue fabric of the dress barely stopping me from shivering.

Not for a second. So why does my chest still feel tight? Why is there this cold flicker of fear curling low in my stomach when I know I’m not the one in the wrong? Maybe because fear is exactly what he feeds on. If I act guilty, if I let my voice shake or my courage slip even a little, he’ll take that weakness and twist it into a leash around my throat. No. Not this time.

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?”