F Is For Fear Novels & Stories

"What if Ravensbrook is right? What if the line between us really is that thin?" "It's not." Faye's voice is hard as iron. "Hope, look at me." I force myself to meet her eyes. "Do you know how I know you're not like Ravensbrook?" She crosses the room slowly, deliberately. "Because you're terrified of becoming like him. A true predator doesn't fear their own nature. They embrace it. The fact that you're standing here, shaking with fear that you might hurt someone, is proof that you won't." "But the knowledge—"

"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."

“Everyone has some kind of fear, some have fear of death, some people have fear of life and many other fears people do have but I believe that fear of losing someone is a biggest fear.” Wednesday, April 20,2022 2:40 a.m. I stand up from chair and look around the room, controlling my tears and squeeze my eyes shut. “No this isn’t possible.” “I shouldn’t allow anyone in my life.”

It was known only amongst a few of the associates that Hoffman had a rather reclusive daughter and that the girl was once hurt badly. “There was a reason I choose my mantra…” Her voice sounded so normal even to her own ears. She even managed to smile. “What was it?” he asked very carefully. Peter watched in horror as the warmth disappeared from her body, her eyes. Her next spoken words would haunt him until he corrects the past. “Fear is my lover, fear is my friend, and fear is my protector.” Sammy turned and took flight and he found himself unable to move. Against his chest he felt the rings of truth burning his skin…

Elder Oscar announced shakily. Fear... the emotion that makes people weak, feel powerless and become obedient... I wanted them to feel the chills of being in the presence of me and tremble at the sight of me, I wanted them to feel the urge to bow down to me, to submit, as it will serve as a warning to those who wish harm upon me, and as a reminder that one wrong move and they will pay the consequences.

⸻ Lena nodded. “They’re scared.” ⸻ Back in the system— Aria paused. ⸻ Because that— ⸻ was something she understood now. ⸻ Fear. ⸻ Not as a flaw. ⸻ But as a signal. ⸻ “…Fear indicates uncertainty,” she said. ⸻ Victor nodded. ⸻ “Exactly.” ⸻ A pause. ⸻ “And uncertainty means we don’t know what happens next.” ⸻

• Especially those. Sophia smiled faintly. “Then begin with a question.” Lumen brightened, swirling with curiosity. • What is fear? She blinked, startled. “Fear?” • Humanity carries it in every frequency. • And yet, you move forward. • Why? Sophia inhaled deeply, searching for an answer that wasn’t simplistic. “Fear is a compass,” she said slowly. “It points to what matters most. We fear losing what we love. We fear failing the people we need. But we keep going because the meaning outweighs the risk.”

That's what my father called this insane training he devised during my childhood. "Get through it and walk out on your own two feet," he'd say every time he shut the exit door. Most people misunderstand how fear works. They assume that a fear of needles—trypanophobia—must always be portrayed with whimpering, hysterical screams, or ridiculous attempts to flee the room.

No one had ever asked her that before. The silence stretched. Then she whispered a word. Fear. Arielle frowned. That's what you want to call yourself? The woman nodded. It is the first thing I feel. Arielle understood. Then Fear it is. The woman closed her eyes. Fear. She repeated it as if learning a new language. I am Fear. The universe trembled. But this time, it did not break. Fear opened her eyes. And Arielle realized something. The Primordial had not been defeated.

To prepare me for life in the Moretti underworld, my boyfriend, Adrian Moretti, had his childhood friend, Chloe Marino, arrange a robbery drill for me every month. At first, they only stole my phone. Then came a knife in a parking garage, followed by someone tailing me late at night. Once I even opened my eyes in the middle of the night to find a masked man sitting on the edge of my bed with a gun pressed to my forehead. Afterward, Adrian told me, "Evelyn, if this is enough to scare you, you're only going to hold me back." Today was the twelfth time. A bullet grazed my ear and buried itself in the wall. Blood ran down the side of my face. I fell to the ground while Chloe stood at the curb, l