Fear Nothing Book Novels & Stories

It was Damien’s workspace when he was deep in Verdant logistics, but they shared it now—the territorial boundaries of their lives having long since dissolved. She opened her laptop. The blank document stared back, the cursor blinking with rhythmic, demanding persistence. That fear is your first page. Start there. She leaned back, letting her mind sit with the weight of her terror. It was the absolute permanence of it. She was terrified of this book existing in the world without her there to curate the reaction. She was terrified of strangers reading about the pharmacy floor in three hundred pages of agonizing detail rather than a polished, twenty-two-minute keynote.

Chapter: 42. ***** Rafa opened his eyes and looked around the room. He was alone, having sent his Betas away, he needed a moment to himself and to speak with Leon. Although, the call left him with a feeling of dread that won't leave even as he stared at the bookshelf holding the keys to the Book of Neer. Though he needed to be rushing over to check and be certain the Book lies safe, he couldn't find himself to get up from the bed. There is this feeling swirling around inside of him, the feeling of Fear and longing. It's not an emotion he can explain but it keeps him rooted on the bed in place as he stares at the bookshelf. He was afraid. Afraid of confirming the lingering truth already visib

To disappear. Maybe then I wouldn’t feel anything. No pain. No fear. No shame. A muffled thud freezes the blood in my veins. Heavy footsteps. I know who it is. The monster wearing my father’s face. My breath turns shallow, ragged. My eyes dart frantically across the room. I need something. Anything. Something to protect myself. The door swings open with a bang, slamming against the wall. I jolt violently. I force my body to move, to stand, to do something—anything—to not look helpless.

He started with the website nomorefear.biz. There wasn’t much to it, just a black screen with a simple quote: “No passion so effectually robs the mind of all its powers of acting and reasoning as fear.” When he clicked on the sentence, he was taken to another page, featuring the image of a man embracing a weeping woman and a paragraph:

“Raging behind a wall. That kind of rage doesn’t come from something small.” My mind flashes back to the shower—those massive paws, those eyes. Goosebumps prickle along my arms. “Principle two,” he continues. “Fear is information. Not a master. You can acknowledge it without obeying it.” “I’ve been obeying fear my entire life,” I admit. “Then we unlearn that,” he says simply. “That easy?” “Nothing about this is easy,” he says. “But it is simple. You do the work, or you don’t. You decide whether you remain the girl the pack threw away… or become something they’ll beg not to anger.”

“You were afraid. You were taught fear. You were raised on fear. You built your whole world around fear. And fear is a very convincing teacher. It tells you that anything different is dangerous. Anything new is dangerous. Anything you do not understand is dangerous. But fear… never tells you the truth. Fear only tells you what it is afraid of.” Alexander nodded slowly, his gaze steady and kind. “Fear builds walls because it thinks walls are protection. But walls only protect you from the things you already know. They cannot protect you from the things you do not know. And the world is full of things you do not know. Full of beauty, full of goodness, full of strength… that you will never see,

“So am I. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t. But Jax once taught me something I never forgot.” She lifted her chin, a faint smile tugging at her lips despite the fire in her gaze. “He told me fear comes down to a choice. You can either Forget Everything And Run…” Her words lingered, pressing against the hush like a dare. “…or you can Face Everything And Rise.”

She said and I burst into laughter. "Are you running to set a trap or what?" "Running for safety." "Does running really make you safe?" There was no response from her. She realized where I was heading to. I began to lecture. "First lesson, fear is not permitted. It's normal for you to feel afraid but never allow it takeover you. Running solves no problem, you only escape them temporarily, you'd face them sooner or later. Most of the time, it's best to face them and move on to the next problem, because problems never stop, new ones would always arise."

She asked, gesturing to the book with her eyes. Thoughts ran through my mind, those flowing with curiosity and others flowing with fear. I want to know, but I'm afraid of my friends finding out something bad about my kind and deeming me a threat. Casting me out. I don't think I can stomach what it would feel like to see looks of fear on their faces directed to me. With a shaky breath, I nodded in agreement as Remmi opened the book, turning to the very last section of the tome, the one labeled 'Syrens'.

POV: Cain I was not a man who frightened easily. This was not bravado; it was the result of a fairly thorough inventory of the things capable of frightening me and the quiet elimination of most of them over the course of twenty-eight years. The book had frightened me. Not its existence. Not even what it said — the mechanics of the bond, the threshold, the consequence of leaving it incomplete. I'd known pieces of that, the way you know a shape in dark water: the outline but not the detail. The book supplied the detail. The detail was precise and cold and answered questions I had been carefully not asking since the moment I'd felt the bond snap against me like a chain pulled taut.