Character Fears Novels & Stories

"The pack that exiled him didn't just fear his cruelty. They feared his power." I pressed a hand to my chest. The fire pulsed beneath my ribs, responding to the fear rising in my throat. "You're saying I could become like him." Nicholas turned fully. Both his hands came up to frame my face—gentle but firm. "I'm saying you have a choice. The same choice he had. The same choice every wolf with power faces." His thumb brushed my cheek. "You can let the fear turn you cold. Or you can let it make you brave."

My hands hesitated but if that’s what she wanted. I signed honestly.. “He scares me.. A lot.” She laughed but not in a mocking or cruel way. “Oh, my dear girl… fear is Alaric’s favorite language. It’s practically his trademark.” Her smile sharpened. “He literally thrives on it.”

Fear seemed to saturate the atmosphere, an electrifying energy that only heightened with each passing moment. With a roar that shook the very foundations of the battlefield, Lucian leaped into action. His tall figure ripped through Fenrir's pack like a whirlwind, claws digging deep into foes and teeth tearing through flesh with raw savagery. The enemies cowered in fear before him, their faces paralyzed by terror as they tried in vain to fight against Lucian's unstoppable wrath.

The leading man looked back at his brothers behind him with disdain and shouted, "Do you think there are people we are afraid of in this world?" "Yes! The person we are most afraid of is ourselves. We’re even afraid of ourselves when we are furious. Ha ha..." "Since our Scorpion Organization was founded, we have never been afraid of somebody." "We’re even not afraid of the Dragon Eagle Gang and the Blood League, not to mention you’re alone here. Don't think we're talking horse. Have a try if you don't believe it." The members of the Scorpion Organization clamored. ... "What if we are added?"

"Now tell me, my beautiful blond hybrid, what are the species of this world?" "Werewolf, human, mage, fae, naga and siren." I replied, "They are the intelligent species." His smile grew. "Indeed and what species is the weakness or fear of the other?" I glanced at Charlene confused. "The Naga fear mages and sirens… the werewolves’ greatest enemy are themselves or the sirens…" I mumbled feeling lost, I had never ever considered this. "The mages fear the werewolves, correct?" Charlene added.

Of course not, he deserves to die. He began running away from me, but I am much faster than him. He is thin and in just a punch of my hand he can easily die. But I think I want to play with this man as there is a burning anger in his heart. Rage and fear are two of my favorite cuisines, thus I'd want to see anger alongside fear in these folks since it makes me stronger. It appears that I was instantly pleased to see that guy, unfortunately, he fled away, leaving me with nothing to do. Never mind, I will simply concentrate on these helpless creatures first.

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.

"It's crazy. Even when he's not here, we still fear him." Richard immediately bristled, refusing to admit it. "What are you talking about? I, Richard Blackwood, fear no one." Sarah didn't believe him for a second. "Sure. You're terrified of him, and honestly, there's no shame in it. He's heartless and twisted. Trust me, you're not the only one. So many people fear Tae Blackwood, but no one dares to speak up against him. It irks me so much how many things Mum just lets slide, all because..."

The moment Sienna fell asleep against my shoulder, a fear I could not explain settled deep inside my chest. It was not the kind of fear I had felt while facing enemies, wars, prophecies, vampires, or rogues. Those fears were easier because they came from outside. They were things I could fight, things I could prepare for, things I could destroy if necessary. This fear was different because it came from loving someone. It came from realizing that the person who had spent years protecting everyone else had finally reached a point where she needed someone to protect her.

She is terrified. That's right. Kimmy is a freaking werewolf that is scared of the dark. Makes no sense but that is sometimes the way of things. She is a big ass scaredy cat. Everyone in her family knows it and it embarrasses her to no end, but still, it is true.