Fear Anime Novels & Stories

It's been so long since she was intimidated and it was caused by a mere human. "Tch... How laughable. As an honourable ninja of the bloodmoon neko beasts division, how could I ever be afraid of a mere mortal. And here I thought I've discarded those useless feelings way back then." The young woman clad in black camouflaging clothing shortly laughed at her pitable self after realising that she was afraid of Alex. She managed to regain her cool shortly after losing her composure caused by Alex's bizzare action in a minimal time frame of five seconds, showing the splendid result of her extensive training that she had undergone.

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.

In a move that was more animal than man I said my first words to my mate, "You are mine." Slowly, I closed the distance between us until I was standing only a foot away. I watched in interest as her gaze slowly made its way up the length of my body, her eyes widened in fear. While I stayed detached, I could hear Titan whimper at the thought of our mate fearing us. A war began to wage in my head, one I knew wouldn't be simple to end. Fear was a necessity, it caused everyone to behave, reduced the carnage and death of disobedience. But as I looked on at this little girl- my little mate, the fear in her eyes gave birth to a new feeling inside of me, one I couldn't possibly name.

⸻ But even she— ⸻ wasn’t fully sure. ⸻ Because the connection— ⸻ was still there. ⸻ Faint. ⸻ Persistent. ⸻ And now— ⸻ shared. ⸻ Back in the safehouse— the figure tilted its head. ⸻ Exactly like she would. ⸻ “Define fear,” it said calmly. ⸻ Lena’s jaw tightened. ⸻ “Don’t engage it.” ⸻

"Scared? You should be, Ameera. Fear is the only thing that will keep you in line. Now get dressed! We have somewhere to be, and you will not bring shame upon this family again." Ameera's body shook with a mixture of fear and defiance. She felt trapped, caught between her desire to escape the clutches of her tormentors and the paralyzing fear that had become her constant companion. Her gaze darted around the room, searching for an escape, but every avenue seemed closed off.

“Help me?” A figure appeared before Amber, crouching on the ground. “Who is holding you, Amber?” The female spoke. “Fear is holding you.” The figure stood and faint light spilled over her back. Small wings appeared between the long red locks of hair. “What do you fear?” Amber closed her eyes tight and then took a second look at the woman. “I don't know what I fear.” The woman turned around and Amber gasped in fright as her eyes moved over a carbon copy of herself. She instinctively pulled away. “What the hell?”

ALPHA LUCAS’ POV I couldn't understand the fear and anxiety filling me up. It wasn't the first time Serena and I had been through something this concerning, or even been faced with dangerous creatures, and people, but still there was that nervousness. That whispering voice that told me my fears were not twisting lies in my head, but trying to bore the truth into me. Something really awful could happen, and I might be unable to escape it with Serena by my side. Either way, I hated the feeling.

Hearing the whistle the animal stopped its snarling, let the fabric fall from its jaw and sat staring at the frightened girl waiting for its next set of orders. “Fear is a crippling thing. It causes us to lose focus and panic, our only concern is fight or flight instincts. We forget how to think logically and rationally. It makes us prey, and what lovely prey you are my dear.” The cold voice spoke from the shadows of the night, sending her fear into overdrive.

Suhayr heard someone from the table calling so her eyes snapped to the person who looks no different than the older version of herself. Her eyes widen like a saucer seeing the woman staring right back at her like her foster mother just that she looks more alike with her than her foster mother. Her heart started beating more rapidly in her chest because she feels like she is having another nightmare and her foster mother was alive then. Something Suhayr has never felt in her whole nineteen years of living emerged like a dead volcano getting erupted for the first time in millennia! That emotion is none other than fear, anxiety and terror of what is to happen, it's scary.

There’s a sound grief makes when it hasn’t fully landed. It’s not a cry. It’s not a scream. It’s that echo in the back of your throat when your brain knows something’s wrong, but your body hasn’t caught up yet. That’s the sound Anaïs made as she stared at the picture of Cassian tied to that chair, blood streaking his temple like a warning. She didn’t scream. She didn’t cry. She just sat there—phone in hand, heart stuttering, every muscle in her body locked tight with a fear so deep it felt ancient.