A History Of Fear Novels & Stories

Zev’s POV Fear is a strange thing. It creeps in slow, like a fog at the edge of your vision. You don’t notice it at first—just a weight in your chest, something crawling behind your ribs. Then it wraps around your spine, and you can’t breathe quite right. That’s what I feel now. I’ve heard these stories my whole life. The ones they tell around firepits during long winter nights. Of cursed bloodlines and dark druids. Of the end of the world coming not from war—but from within.

Tuesday, April 19, 2022 5: 10 p.m. I’m on my counter, receiving orders again, and looking here and there, if he is here or not. I’m too afraid of him. I’m thinking about him all the time that why he is here. I can’t focus on my work and my body is still shivering. My hands are shaking while writing orders. But I have to do work. I can’t leave. I fear that if I go to home now and if he is here, he will follow me up to the home and I don’t want it to happen.

GRAY’S POV: I put History down beside Chronicles and held both of their shoulders to look at both of them. I even looked at them up and down to check if they had bruises or something, but I didn’t see anything. I breathed a sigh of relief because of this and caressed their heads as I smiled faintly. "Are you both afraid?" I gently asked. History nodded, "I am, but I was afraid for Mom’s life even more." He answered sadly. I sighed helplessly and looked in the direction of Chronicles, who was neither nodding nor answering me. He was just looking at me coldly, but it didn't go unnoticed by my eyes how his hands were fidgeting with the hem of the shirt he was wearing.

Even the crystal fragments of the Crown floating around the brothers began losing their brilliance. Matteo raised his shotgun. “What the hell is that?” Cassian answered quietly. “Not a creature.” “Not a spirit.” “A memory.” ⸻ Lorenzo frowned. “A memory can do this?” Cassian looked toward him. “When billions of people fear the same thing…” “The Archive remembers that fear.” ⸻ Adrian’s face slowly turned pale. “The First Fear…” Cassian nodded. “Exactly.” ⸻ Deep below… Something breathed.

Mace talked for two hours. I stayed for the first forty minutes. Long enough to hear the real beginning. Not the careful river metaphor from the command room with its distributed responsibility. The actual beginning. A thirty-two-year-old scholar in a basement archive who had found records describing a power outside the hierarchy and had felt, in the moment of finding them, not academic excitement but something more personal. Fear. He had been afraid not because it threatened him but because he understood immediately what it would become in the hands of people who saw power as something to be owned. He had been right about what it would become.

They too were sure to last forever. •~• It is funny how these two couples started off with a kidnapping. A huge mistake. It started with FEAR on the parts of Hosun and Jun . It then turned into SUGAR for Yoonjin & Hosun (a relationship based on money and paid favors) & LUST for Namgyu & Seokjun. And finally, after going through all three stages of Fear, Sugar and Lust, They ended up falling in LOVE. A feeling that brought them nothing but happiness and satisfaction, in the end. 💜 FIN 💜 ----------------------------

“Because he can destroy me.” Kelvin's stomach fell. “What are you on about?” Doris wiped her tears, shaking. “Kelvin… please. Please don’t make me go back there.” “Back where?” His voice whipped sharper than he intended. “Back to what?” Her eyes squeezed shut. And Kelvin understood, finally, that this wasn’t normal fear. It was the kind of terror that came from history—the kind stained with shame, power, and someone else’s control. He softened. “Doris… did Newton hurt you?”

The shock jolted him enough to stay awake. The entire point of the pain to clear his mind. This time Creed started focusing on re-amplifying his last and most important lantern. The lantern of Fear. "In this rushing torrent of terrifying senselessness, I see that 'fearlessness' is not the right answer. It’s void. The fear transcends time and stretches beyond eternity. It renders the meaning of life or death useless, it'll consume me. So be it…" Fear is a sentiment that rules over every other sentiment. It's the only thing that helped humans to survive this long. Fear is not alone, along with a dreadful fearfulness comes another aspect of human consciousness. Something that latches on surviva

she said. Elara was quiet for a moment. "I think you were afraid for a very long time," she said. "And I think the teaching about fear is the most useful thing you've written." She held her daughter's gaze. "It should be in the curriculum," Elara said. She thought about that. She had written it for herself—to understand her own history with the fear, to articulate what she had learned about operating through it rather than despite it. She had not thought about it as curriculum material because it was too specific to her own experience to feel universal.

Hearing the whistle the animal stopped its snarling, let the fabric fall from its jaw and sat staring at the frightened girl waiting for its next set of orders. “Fear is a crippling thing. It causes us to lose focus and panic, our only concern is fight or flight instincts. We forget how to think logically and rationally. It makes us prey, and what lovely prey you are my dear.” The cold voice spoke from the shadows of the night, sending her fear into overdrive.