Fear Symbol Novels & Stories

I whisper, my lips almost brushing her ear, "did you react to a symbol you've supposedly never seen before?” She doesn't answer that one. She can't. I watch her mouth open and close on nothing, watch her amber eyes flick down to the necklace and back up to me, and for the first time since she walked past me on her very first day without so much as glancing at my name tag, I see something other than calm on her face. I see fear. Good, some cold, patient part of me thinks. Fear means I found the right door. I just haven't found the key that opens it yet.

“What is your name?” A bit drags into the deepest part of temptation and now asking for the sin to make a deal. A pentagram suddenly shows right under his feet. A pentagram that holds the symbols and markings of that certain sin. With the eye in the middle, opening and engulfing everything, turning every inch and nuke into darkness. “Where, where am I?” Suddenly creeps with the certain kind of fear. Jeffrey looks around, but couldn’t see a thing. Only having the cold and whispering words that tempting him.

The elder from earlier stared at Lyra with visible fear now. “We should’ve sent her away.” Damon’s head snapped toward him immediately. “Enough.” The sheer force in his voice silenced the courtyard instantly. But the damage had already been done. Lyra heard it. Saw it. The fear spreading through the pack. Not everyone. But enough. And suddenly she felt horribly exposed standing there while black symbols crawled beneath her skin like living shadows. Kaia took a hesitant step forward. “…Lyra?” That hesitation nearly hurt worse than the fear.

I needed to know what that symbol meant first. I snapped a picture of it with my phone and searched for it online, but the results were random and useless. Frustrated, I dropped my phone onto the couch and began pacing around the room. Something was definitely wrong. That symbol wasn’t ordinary. I studied the sharp fangs of the roaring tiger. It looked like the emblem of some group, an organization, maybe even a cult. And seeing it for the second time in this house convinced me that Patrick was involved with them. And they were not good people. I could feel it in my bones. Patrick was involved in something dangerous, and I needed to be careful.

I looked at Melissa. She seemed to understand something before the rest of us did. “You're afraid,” she said. The connection went completely still as Zara's eyes widened. Jamal looked at Melissa.“Afraid?” Melissa nodded. “It's trying to calculate the safest choice because it doesn't know how to live with uncertainty.” The presence finally responded. “Fear is an emotional response associated with perceived threat.” Zara smirked. “That's not a denial.” “No.” The word rippled through us and it hit the system as I felt a strange pressure in my chest.

I would not have thembring that disrespect into my walls. “They’re weaponizing fear,” Jerome said, tossing a stack of parchment papers onto the table. We-- he and I had been running around, we knew it was time to put an end to all of this things and it starts by digging through. “Anonymous pamphlets. Symbols painted in blood. All appearing just hours after each incident.” He reported. I picked one up. The sigil was rough, hastily drawn but... I was sure to recognize that anywhere. It was hollow Fangs sigil. It had tormented me for months on end now, of course I recognized those claws.

Boys never make her nervous but for some reason this one; this one she knows nothing about is making her goose bumps go into overdrive. "Yeah so what you thinking about?" he asked, letting go of her wrist. "I'm thinking like a little symbol like these." She says finally breaking her long gaze with this guy and pointing at the Chinese symbols in front of her. "Yeah I got that one on my shoulder." He says pointing at one and Eve nods. "What does it mean?" "I think it means fun but they could be lying." He laughs and Eve nods. "Well I am thinking about getting one that means love or hate. I think they are kind of the same thing." she says with a dry laugh.

“What the hell…?” Andrew crouched beside me, grabbing my arm. “Let me see.” I tried to yank it away, but his grip was firm. It was because he touched me earlier, that's why I assaulted by this pain. His jaw clenched as he studied the symbols. “This isn’t normal.” “No shit,” I hissed through gritted teeth. Michael knelt on my other side, his face unusually grim. He wasn’t just worried. He was afraid. “That symbol,” he muttered, tracing one of the shapes in the air. “I’ve seen it before.”

1. Ferrah- Fear is a word with many meanings but it means different things for different people. For example it could be a fear more associated with worry because your running late for a meeting or possible even getting in trouble. It could be fear more associated with the unknown like meeting someone for the first time or like when your swimming and you feel something rub along your leg, only to latter find out it was some kind of debris in the water.

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: