Fear Symbol Novels & Stories

The void closed around us, and cold marble formed beneath my feet once more. She looked at me, with no mockery now. “This symbolizes true courage. Not reckless fearlessness. You took action despite the fear of losing everything. You took a true leap of faith.”

SERENA Fear is a thing. Most people do not understand it. They think fear is loud noises and violence. That is not true fear. True fear is quiet. It is the feeling that makes people stop talking when you walk into a room. It is what makes powerful men look down when they see you. It is what makes servants shake when they are serving you. Fear does not need to be loud or violent. It just needs to be certain. Stormclaw is certainly afraid of me.

Professor Voss reached for my wrist. His fingers wrapped around it carefully. Almost hesitantly. The moment he turned the damaged cuff toward himself, all color drained from his face. His hand trembled. Actually trembled. His eyes locked onto one of the glowing symbols hidden inside the fracture. A symbol I had never seen before. A symbol that definitely hadn't been there earlier. "No..." he whispered. The room held its breath. His expression shifted from confusion to disbelief. Then from disbelief to something far worse. Fear. Raw, unmistakable fear.

"It's the symbol of water... The exact same symbol on this tooth has been carved on this tree but who carved it? Could it be—" "Matthew look!" A gasp of horror sounded beside him as June pulled his arm, forcing him to face the shore. But it wasn't the shore June wanted him to see, beyond the shore not far at sea, was a whole fleet of boats. Matthew gasped as he noticed a symbol in thick black ink on the sail of the biggest boat, which was in front: the symbol was a snake with jagged scales, bending to form a circle. The head looked as though it was biting its tail, and in the centre of the snake's circle was a large letter " E ". Matthew's eyes widened it shock and horror. He mouthed a few d

But underneath the control the specific fear of someone who had seen something that did not have a category in their existing understanding of the world. Gone, he said. Whatever it was it moved when I got within twenty meters. No scent. No tracks. He paused. Kael. There is a mark on one of the trees at the perimeter. Cut into the bark. I have not seen that symbol before and I have seen most of them. Show me, Kael said.

“It is the Mark of the Moon, Your Majesty. It is the symbol from the ancient prophecy that was forbidden to speak of. It’s the thing we fear most and thought was only a legend told to keep young beasts obedient.” I had to control my growing anger and fear of the unknown. I had to stay calm to get the exact answers I needed. “I thought it was only a legend too. We all did. Tell me the details of the legend now, tell me everything you know about this symbol and its origin.”

I, too, mk in a short gasp of breath. And then I saw it. The symbol that had caused me numerous nightmares and frustration. A crimson wax seal, I had only seen in the letter that was sent by mysterious people. A deep feeling of fear came. The symbol sent chills to my bones. the Vortigan crest. I hesitated, wo derig. If I should throw this bulshit away or read what it is they came for. I brought out a piece of paper that was neatly folded. Inside was a short, elegantly written note:

and this was the calculation that settled with particular weight, someone inside this building had allowed it. The note was designed to frighten. I was aware of being frightened. The awareness lived in my body.... the specific tightness in my chest, the elevated attention, the heightened awareness of the room around me. I acknowledged it, the way you acknowledge weather, and then I set it aside because fear that ran the room was not useful and fear that informed the room was. The dove was symbolic. Doves meant peace... Doves meant surrender. Someone was telling me that my peace was temporary and my position was conditional and the victory I had built with such careful precision over eight we

She gulped down hard before pushing the open and walking in, her entire body shivering from fear. Unlike before, there was a lot of light in the room, revealing most of the things she did not see on her first visit. But Leonardo was nowhere to be seen, and she couldn't hear the shower either. She stood by the door like a lost puppy, staring at all the components that made up the room. A sign above the bed caught her attention, it was more of a symbol. A horse with a sword driven through its head, that was the sign. Her eyebrows furrowed as she tried to recall where she had seen that symbol before. She bit her lip when the memory refused to surface, but she could swear that she had seen that

The void closed around us, and cold marble formed beneath my feet once more. She looked at me, with no mockery now. “This symbolizes true courage. Not reckless fearlessness. You took action despite the fear of losing everything. You took a true leap of faith.”