Character Fears List Novels & Stories

Something feral. Something menacing. Fear jolted through me.

He was able to deduce the basics of many skills and techniques just with a glance. In the eyes of ordinary people, the statues of deities might instill a sense of fear. Many individuals who had committed wrongs would feel exposed as if their life's misdeeds were laid bare before the divine figures. This was the power of belief, and inner fear caused this outcome. Someone with a strong character like Quintin would not fear divine figures. After all, according to the saying, "Do no evil, fear no haunting," people should not be afraid as long as they refrain from doing harm.

I closed my eyes, knowing I could without fearing that something might jump out at me in the middle of the night or that I would wake up to fire burning everything down. “Do you fear something?” I suddenly asked, focusing on him again. “Fear something?” “Yes, like a true fear. I’m not talking about hating spiders or dogs or cats… Do you fear something that might… might kill you if you get too close?” “Hmm…” Roman seemed to think it over. But what could the big bad lycan king fear? “I guess I do fear death, like everyone else.” “That doesn’t count. That’s a normal thing. We’re wired to want to stay alive,” I said.

She became very frustrated and felt as though all the anger and hatred she was feeling was already dissipating… To be honest, Charlie had truly left a very strong psychological shadow on her. She could not figure out why a pathetic piece of trash like Charlie, who was always bullied and insulted, could actually be so good at fighting. He was really insane and uncontrollable when he was beating people up! Christopher was also very afraid of Charlie. After all, he had personally witnessed what Charlie could do with his own two eyes, and he had almost peed out of fear the last time.

[Faye] I know it might sound strange, I still am and have always been a little afraid of the dark. Actually no, that’s not quite accurate. Terrified would be the appropriate word. Terrified of the dark. I know all little kids fear the dark a little bit at some point, but the terror I feel go beyond the regular childhood fears of monsters under the bed or in the closet. I don’t fear being in the dark. I have an honest fear of the darkness itself. When I stare out into a complete deep shadow, it doesn’t feel empty, it feels overwhelmingly full.

Suddenly, he lifted me and dropped me onto a chair before crouching in front of me so our eyes were level. “They crave three things the most,” he said. He paused and then said “Fear. Blood. And sex.” My eyes widened. My chest felt hollow. His hands began to slid slowly inside my top, tracing up my stomach. “They are not merciful. They are brutal, cruel, and ruthless. Once they sense fear, they may tear you apart. They may drink your blood. Or, if your scent drives them… they won’t kill you. They will keep you. Use you. For as long as they want.”

I stared at him with horror I couldn’t hide. “You didn’t even know if it was him.” “He lied,” Leandro said simply. “But he might have lied out of fear!” I yelled. “Fear of the attacker, fear of you….fear of this!” His jaw clenched. “Fear keeps them loyal.” I stepped closer, chest heaving. “And what about kindness? What about trust?” He scoffed, low and humorless. “Kindness is weakness in my world.” “That’s why you're alone,” I whispered. “That’s why everyone fears you but no one loves you.”

No, he could not tell her what had just happened, but still, he would find another way to confide in her. Sighs. “I did something terrible precious, and I think that by trying to avoid something that could pose as a problem in future, I’ve created an even bigger one. I fear what is to come, and I do not like the way I am feeling because I am an alpha, and an alpha should never have any fears, because fear is a weakness, and an alpha should never have any weaknesses.” ‘Fear is a weakness for an Alpha Ava, and an Alpha should never have any weaknesses.’

Now I will get the tail and fight for the freedom of my village. CHAPTER 4 Later he heard a loud eerie cry that understandably scared him. Headless people, junkies, drifter, hobos. For some weird reason, he always had a pathological fear of ending up like these people. Maybe it was ignorance. These types always seemed naturally repellent magic. Instead of repulsion and fear, he now felt a completely different emotion towards them: jealousy. Some of them might have been mental, granted, but some of them just didn’t care.

“I’ve never actually admitted that before. I thought I’d get in trouble for questioning the King.” I hummed, curious what she meant. Clearly, there was some deep seated fear of the Lycan King, completely juxtaposing the way I had seen his friends revere him. “Why are you so scared of him?” I prodded, fully expecting Charli to clam up and shut down. Clam up, she did. “Everyone is.”