Darkest Fears Novels & Stories

My body swayed slowly with the rhythm. Then suddenly the lights of the bar went out. Darkness swallowed everything. My body jerked with fear. My phobia of darkness chose this exact moment to wake up. Luckily, I had memorized the path to the dressing room. I rushed toward it with wild breaths. The crowd of bastards began shouting angrily. Their frustration had nothing to do with the lights going out. Nicole followed me, clearly scared. The way the power disappeared had been truly terrifying. "Oh my God. What is happening in the bar tonight? We have never seen anything like this before."

I'm Seo-yeon Lee, an extraordinary twenty-two years old university student. Now, how do I begin? The dark truth about me. I was just at the tender age of sixteen years old when I hurt my friend or in other words, killed my friend. It was night, a dark night, a never ending night. I was afraid of myself. I couldn't believe in myself. I debated with myself for quite a very long time that whether all of these was true. Even if it was, I desperately wanted it to be a nightmare that could never be the truth.

Summer's POV She stared at the gruesome faces covered in blood, their mouths open wailing in agony. They moved towards her as she tried to back away. Behind them the devil himself smiled viciously enjoying the look of pure terror on her face. Try as she might she couldn't back any further as they closed in clawing at her while laughing. Waking with a jolt Summer attempted to catch her breath as her heart hammered in her chest. Her whole body shook from the overwhelming fear she was feeling from the same nightmare she had almost every night.

Everyone had thought no harm done, but for her, that day, Darkness became her enemy—an enemy she had yet to defeat. Emma stood unmoving, paralyzed by her infernal fear, while her scream tried to echo, but came up empty. She had to find a wall, a corner, something to shield her. Being exposed this way in the middle of the room wouldn’t be safe. Who knew what could come at her? Agremon did. She knew that now. He would use her own fears to scare her to death, literally.

“I’m not exactly the type of man to be afraid of anything, Maria, but I’m sadly afraid of one thing. And that husband of yours might leverage on that one thing if I don’t provide a suitable candidate to run his fucking sex club before the end of the day.” I don’t speak. For a second, perhaps two, perhaps three, maybe even a minute, we stand silent. I begin taking forward steps until we’re toe to toe. I snatch the bandage off his hand and begin helping him dress his wound. Still, silence. “What are you afraid of, Alejandro?” I break the silence, my eyes meeting his. He shakes his head. I smile, “you can tell me. I don’t plan on using it against you.” “The dark,” he whispers, “I am afraid of t

The metal grip was warm from my body heat, and I could feel my pulse hammering against my thumb as I held it ready. I crept into the dark apartment, every step feeling like walking through quicksand. My whole body was tense and ready to run or fight, adrenaline making my vision sharp and my hearing acute. I could hear my own heartbeat in my ears and smell the faint scent of my own fear mixing with the familiar smell of my home that now felt foreign and dangerous. The air felt thick and wrong, like something terrible was waiting for me in the darkness. When I stepped into my living room and saw what was there, my knees gave out and I couldn't breathe, couldn't scream, couldn't do anything but

Psycho didn’t have much to share with them, but he did tell them about two things. The first was that Dark Shadow’s skillset comprised of many powerful moves, but the most useful was Dark Fear. This was because while it was not as impressive as the other skills that he had heard his captains boasting about, it paired well with Dark Shadow’s abilities. Not only could it force weaker Undead into submission – which at certain times was eternal – it could cause beastmen to falter, regardless of their mental strength and will. As long as one’s star energy was weaker, one was susceptible. This was one of the reasons why Razor had been picked to face her in direct combat. Kylie was a 2 Star and Phi

As he turned the lock and opened the door, I was welcomed with a strange combination of Vanilla and Jasmine’s fragrances, making me forget all the worries that entangled my mind and suffocated my life, I totally gave up my senses to the most exotic scent I could have had smelled. Brandon entered the room and I was still lifted in his arms in a bridal style, as I roamed my eyes around the enormous room, I was intimidated to see the surroundings engulfed in dim red lights, escalating a dreading aura immediately. Everything in here; from walls to the bedsheet was painted in bright crimson red. It heightened a foreign absurd feeling inside me that I couldn’t understand. One thing that shook me f

He glanced at me and I slightly smiled, hoping it could calm him. He sighed. "What is it you wanna talk about?" he asked Nazarus. "Fenris, I know that you are clearly aware of how powerful Darkesta could be. It is not only the werewolf that is at stake now. Darkesta is planning to take over the whole world and we know that even the strongest vampire cannot outsmart his dark powers, only the creature with light powers could." Nazarus could be so jolly and playful but he could also be so serious. His eyes were so focused on discussing things with Fenris and he was so mature-looking.

[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.