Darkest Fears Novels & Stories

The mysterious shadows moving in the darkness, warping perception and projecting hallucinations that reflected each person's deepest fears, intensified the fear that had gripped the remaining group. The dim light from the fish tanks in the secret zone, filled with strange creatures, shone on their faces, revealing eyes filled with terror and defeat. The terrifying future projected in the fish tanks only deepened their despair.

They were the embodiment of darkness, their actions leaving a trail of devastation in their wake. The fear that had gripped Lucian now wrapped its icy tendrils around my own heart. I knew the danger we were facing, the magnitude of the threat that loomed over us. The Dark Fangs were not to be taken lightly—they were ruthless, heartless, and capable of unspeakable acts. As Lucian continued to explain the details relayed by Alpha Darwin, a mix of shock and dread settled within me. The casualties, the brutality—it was beyond comprehension. I couldn't help but imagine the pain and suffering inflicted upon our kind by these merciless beings.

They stop right outside of the door and I hear someone fiddle with some keys before placing them in the door and unlocking it. My heart is about to beat out of my chest and it starts to ring in my ears from me panicking. It feels like it takes forever, and I'm going to die from a heart attack before the door is slowly opened. I don't see anything else at first but some lights coming inside the room, then a tall and dark person appears in the doorway. I don't see his face in the darkness but I feel his cold aura even from where I stand. My legs are about to go out under me when I see him take long strides toward where I stand!

I rolled my eyes at him and passed him my plate. “I was thinking, Dawn of the Dead,” Kate replied. I gasped; is she kidding me? “No way! I’m not watching that, it’ll scare the crap out of me!” I cried, horrified at the thought of watching a zombie movie. They made me so scared that I couldn’t be alone for days afterwards; I had to pee with the bathroom door open for goodness sake! I could hear her chuckling. “Please, Amby? I really want to see it,” she begged, I could imagine the puppy dog look on her face right now.

I was so disappointed that I didn't mind when he opened what seemed to be a secret door leading to a dark chamber. Is he going to kill me? This place is similar to that basement where I saw him kill a man point-blank. He finally put me down on my feet but I was unable to move. The room was so dark that my breathing started to pick up its pace. Fear started to creep into my being. My anxiety started kicking. Seriously, is he going to kill me? Was he that desperate to keep his secret?

“That narrows it down.” Silence. I sighed. “Is it fast? Strong? Does it have any weaknesses?” “Yes.” I clenched my fists. “Dark, come on! If I die because you refused to give me details, I swear I’ll haunt you.” He finally stopped walking and turned to look at me. “It feeds on fear. The more scared you are, the stronger it gets. So maybe try shutting up and not panicking.” I swallowed hard. Great. That was helpful. Dark started walking again, and I hurried to keep up. The landscape was shifting now, the rocky ground turning to twisted, blackened trees. A low growl echoed in the distance. My grip tightened on my sword.

The darkness before the light, before Damian's happiness with me until I did something wrong, and then the cycle would restart itself like a continuous pattern. Darkness, light, affection... that's how Damian works his particular magic. Fear is the prominent equation that rides between us. Fear of the punishment, fear of being locked in the dark... fear... fucking fear. It's been a while since I've had to live like this in the uncertainty of my own mind. Sitting alone for long enough to overthink every word I've said... every move I've made, even down to my very breaths. ~~~ Day Three I stare at the door from the foetal position I have adopted on the bed. Time seems never-ending, and despite

When darkness embraced me, I was stuck in that nightmare again. I saw Steven walking towards me with an evil smile plastered on his face. I felt like I was paralyzed and unable to move my body, all I can do is stare at him as he walked towards me. I can feel hot tears falling in my eyes and when Steven's face is a few inches from mine I found my voice and scream at the top of my lungs. "Solana!" I woke up from that nightmare when I heard Alton's voice calling my name filled with worry.

He made me sit on my head by putting a pillow on my back and using the headboard as a backrest. He said, "Sit here; I will be back right away," and then he left the room. I closed my eyes. I do not know why this keeps happening to me. Since I was a child, I have been afraid of the dark. It used to bother me less than it does now, but as I get older, my fear of the dark gets worse, which makes me have panic attacks. "Julia," I said, opening my eyes when I heard his voice again. When I looked at him, there was another man beside him, and by his looks, I can say that he is the doctor. Xavier never allowed anyone near me until he was the doctor.

My fur bristled on end, a primal fear gripping my heart. Callista's eyes widened in alarm. "It's coming from the north border," she rasped, pushing herself to her feet. "The DarkFang Alpha... he wasn't alone." From among the trees stepped a dark figure, its appearance obscured by whirling shadows. I could sense the evil force emanating from it even at a distance: a DarkFang sorcerer. A red ball of energy clinked at the tip of his staff as he raised it. My chest pounded with my heart as my nervousness meter raked up the scale. A DarkFang sorcerer wielding dark magic—that was a threat we weren't prepared for. Fear threatened to paralyze me, but seeing the steely resolve in Callista's eyes bani