Darkest Fears Novels & Stories

Scared that my darkness would try to take Chelsea as well. What was she even doing in my nightmare? The darkness inside me was getting out of control and I couldn't hold it back anymore. It was going to destroy anything in its path and I couldn't let that happen especially to the people close to me. My demons were seeking revenge and they wouldn't rest until they got what they wanted. This nightmare was definitely a warning that I should stay away from Chelsea. I could still picture her fear stricken face. She wanted to help me but I know that no one would ever get through to me the darkness was a part of me I just had to accept it's torture and suffering.

his friendly tone has completely changed, he is authoritarian and cold, the shoulders walk in his direction and they respond “Yes, boss...” they leave before him, leaving us alone “Honey, rest, I'll come to see you in a while and we'll continue this conversation...” He smiles broadly and I see in his eyes a flash of madness that scares me. He turns and leaves the room, locking the door, he started to run and although I know it's useless I move the doorknob, lay my head on the cold surface of the wood and sigh, tears begin to run down my cheeks and I start to cry silently, I turn around and lean on it, I slide to the ground and allow myself to cry not only out of fear and despair, I cry becau

“If you keep up with that, you're gonna leave me with a bruised arm,“ She eyed his grip, with clenched teeth. “Fucking let go already.“ “Just one night,“ Arthur rasped, tightening his grip around her waist. Standing on the dancefloor, with the multi-coloured chandelier directly over their head, Arthur knew he was prone to getting attention. It was a bold move standing at that spot longer than a minute. A very bold move, for someone who dreaded scandals. “Let me go! I've seen your likes, dealt with them…“ “I doubt anyone could be as agonized as I am. So no, you haven't seen my likes as I'm the only one of my kind,“ “If you're willing to wager your life just for a night with some random

Her terror dripped down the walls and slashed at Deke’s gut. Deke uncorked the bottle of his emotions—the fear, guilt, frustration, rage—and let them fly as he blasted the door to the closet aside and rocketed into the room. It was damn dark in the little closet, but he saw the outline of Kimber’s body going down, the sick thud of her head striking the wall. Blood gushed down her front.

my legs shook it's felt like I should just die right now I hope Damon doesn't know what happened to me cause I just can't comprehend how he's gonna felt about me. Nikita that bitch I trusted her but I don't know she's a fucking betrayer I feel like I was stabbed by someone dear to me. She's a devil I can't believe she can do this to me, If anyone told me she's going to do something this terrible to me am gonna deny it's and fought with the person that's she can't hurt a snail but now I believed you don't have to trust people. The look is sometimes deceptive I think have believed so much in her. I feel so fucked up I don't know who touch me I feel like a fool right now. Someone touched me I f

Whatever you wanted to classify it as. It always amused me to see what everyone feared because sometimes it was rational while other times it was completely not. This was one such time. Her deepest, darkest fears in order of least to greatest were as followed: – Afraid of being lost in the woods, surrounded by nothing but darkness. (Okay, I could sort of get that, but she was a fucking witch with magic at her fingertips.) – Afraid of drowning. – Afraid of mimes. (Again, she had magic at her fucking fingertips.)

She's been here for hours now and has been screaming ever since. The dark had crept leaving the room in darkness. Kara is in a panic. She doesn't want to be left in this desolate stockroom nor stay here until somebody finds her. What if no one finds her? Will this place be her grave? She tried to focus, she must escape. Or the darkness will creep again and torment her. She needs a light. Her cellphone! She rummaged through her bag, where it is sitting at the bottom of her old, blue jansport bag.

Although he has been living in it since his childhood still the memories make him uncomfortable and unable to think of reason in the darkness. He felt like a pair of eyes was watching him from the darkest side of the room so he opened his right eyelid slightly to see if there is a ghost watching over him to kill him the moment he saw it or if there was nothing but the same terrifying darkness that scares him more than ghosts. After peeking for a second, he realized that there's nothing on that corner and sighed. Although he is a big bad mafia still there are a few things he is afraid of like female ghosts in a white saree holding a candle but the worst part would be her eyes staring right th

I narrowed my eyes at him and Dark just smirked. “Of course not,” He picked up a scatter cushion with the picture of a wolf embroidered on it, “I just happen to know what game we’re playing.” He shrugged and his smirk turned into a wicked grin. “You’re a lunatic.” I shook my head in disbelief and went to walk away, but stopped when A thought occurred to me. “What about me scares you so much?” For a moment the mask of confidence and arrogance fell from his face at my question and I knew I had hit the nail on the head. Dark was scared of something, I just had to find out what.

“That seems impossible. That seems wrong. The First Dark is powerful. Is eternal. Is absolute. How can it be afraid?” “Because fear is not weakness. Is not a defeat. Is not failure. Fear is the response to caring about something. To have something to lose. To face uncertainty.” I looked at Hope. “The First Dark cares about maintaining its peace. About preserving its silence. About protecting its isolation. It is afraid of losing those things. So it tries to erase anything that threatens them. That is not a strength. That is fear.”