Character Fears Novels & Stories

SERENA Fear is a thing. Most people do not understand it. They think fear is loud noises and violence. That is not true fear. True fear is quiet. It is the feeling that makes people stop talking when you walk into a room. It is what makes powerful men look down when they see you. It is what makes servants shake when they are serving you. Fear does not need to be loud or violent. It just needs to be certain. Stormclaw is certainly afraid of me.

This makes me think that the people surrounding me are all kind, yet I keep hurting them with my inconsistency and fear. Maybe this is my chance to make it all up with the people that did me good but couldn't repay them before. That's right, even Lia would call me lame if I keep running away like this. Why didn't I think of that? I was blinded by my fear that I completely forgot what kind of a person Lia was. She's straightforward, and she likes facing all her problems head-on. That's why we're called odd before, because of different we are from each other.

As I say those words, my pack members started mumbling to each other in confusion. “I ran from my mate. I ran from the mate bond. I cursed the Moon Goddess for choosing me after making all of werewolf kind believe that fated mates have disappeared. I was scared…” “We were scared,” Daya cut me off. She laced her fingers with mine and gave me an endearing look, telling me I wasn’t alone in my feelings. “Darius and I both ran from the mate bond. I didn’t want to risk losing my mate to the plague, and I didn’t want to take the chance that my sisters would lose another loved one. I allowed my fear to control me. I tried to push Darius away. I allowed my selfishness, and my wants, to cause him pai

I go to the living room and drop into the couch, rubbing my hands over my face. What if he kisses her one day? What if she lets him? Not because she wants to hurt me. Kim’s not cruel. But because maybe… just maybe… he feels easier. He doesn’t carry a gun for a living. Doesn’t wake up from dreams where blood is everywhere and screams echo down alleyways. He probably drinks cheap coffee, not whiskey neat. He probably doesn’t even know what it’s like to feel like a monster for wanting something soft, something breakable. Kim is soft. But not fragile.

I hadn’t killed anyone , I just might be the reason he was killed. There was a difference. “Doesn’t fucking matter. They’re going to be finding pieces of you for years to come, you stupid little bitch. I’m going to carve you up but only after I’ve had my way with you.” Fear with its soft icy fingers took full grip of my heart. It hammered in my chest, so fast I could feel the blood rush in my ears. Fear, they would be able to sense it. They would get off on it. I knew their type. Lifting my face I straightened my shoulder. No matter what happened now I wasn’t going to show them any. Not one ounce of it.

He groaned, his knees caving in. "I lied," Marcellus responded coldly before plunging his claws deeper, "you've said it yourself, your offense is punishable by death and only death alone. Moreover, there is no forgiveness with me. Especially for cowards like you," Marcellus despised men who feared. Fear was a man's greatest enemy and the male in front of him acted like a weakling rather than a superior specie. To him, he wasn't worthy to be a vampire. Vampires weren't scared, they were the embodiment of strength and brutality. But this one had dishonored their race and he couldn't spare him.

" Really? So, you're telling me that you get scared of me when am angry?” " Well sometimes, who knows what you are planning in that brain of yours” " The almighty Terrick Clarkson, the business tycoon who is feared by so many, so I've heard. The supreme alpha of the supernatural world fears me? A human who doesn't even know how to protect herself?” Catrina laugh so hard that her rips hurt.

Damien felt annoyed when he saw the scared look in her eyes . " You are a useless human . The least you can do is serve me the right way . That's the only job that you can do . " said Damien . When Charlotte heard him , she froze . She didn't expect to hear such words from him . ' Kings......They are the same no matter where you go . Even if it's another world , their stupid , masculinist mentality still remains.......So what if he's a king ?! So what if he is powerful ?! So what if he is scary ?!.....He is a monster......it's normal for me to be scared of him . Although I am scared of him , just the thought that I need to be embraced by a dragon like him.......I am scared , I can't . I hav

"Yeah, that's why I get gynophobic sometimes." "Oh! Really?" I asked with a smile. "I can't believe the great Charles Donald is afraid of women." "Nah, nah," he cut in, waving his index finger in disapproval. "I don't like them much, I hate them most," he added. I could feel the intensity in his voice.

"That's not even a partnership. That's a man so afraid of being hurt that he'd rather hurt someone else first." I felt the bond between us, stretched and aching. Through it, I sensed Brian's emotions—guilt, defensiveness, a desperate need to make me understand. But beneath all of it was something else. Something I recognized now with terrible clarity. Fear. He was afraid. Terrified. Not of enemies or vampires or political conspiracies. Of me. Of what it would mean to truly let me in. To share his burdens. To trust someone with the parts of himself he'd been hiding for three centuries.