Fear The Night Review Novels & Stories

“I felt it all night. The burn… the flashes of rage. I’m afraid, Jacob. I’m afraid I’ll hurt her. Or you.” He reached for my hands, holding them tight, with the warmth from his grip grounding me. “I felt it too,” he said quietly. “When you shifted last night, when you were hurt, I felt it in the bond. My arm keeps bleeding. My teeth ache sometimes without warning. My claws extend. I’m scared, Faye. Scared I might lose control before you can even get there.”

"That's what the Goddess showed me. Aiden was terrified. And his fear made him cruel." Nicholas turned to look at me. The firelight carved shadows across his face. "You forgave him easily." "I didn't forgive him." My voice surprised me with its steadiness. "I understand him. There's a difference." Something shifted in Nicholas's expression. His eyes dropped to my lips for half a second—then away. "You're strange, Lyra Nightshade," he murmured. "I've been called worse." He stood up from beside me. "Get some sleep. Tomorrow, Raven teaches you to throw an elbow. Try not to break your own nose."

A Night of Fire valenticia's POV~ I stood near the stone fountain, some gurgle from its depths washed against the fear that had chased me ever since Seryne’s seaside lab, leaving the antidote’s warning—unstable, neural overload—and Natasha’s card behind like specters. My silk blouse stuck to my skin, the evening’s chill raising goose bumps, but my heart raced not with dread, but with anticipation. I had texted Stefan: Garden, tonight. The vial of antidote, secure in my room’s safe, was a burden I needed to put away from me, and since he was there, warm, unshakeable, to match his presence with his arm about my waist, was all I should require for comfort. Much too faint, the pulse of fear—is G

Vale hurriedly asked in a low tone, leaning forward slightly, as the last slave left the pump and headed to the bath house, "You looked like you had seen a ghost." I didn't reply, numbly turning back to the pump. pumping more water into the bucket, remaining tight lipped. My heart beat rapidly within me, hands stiff as a board I kept on pumping, trying to bury the growing panic beneath me whilst blurring the visions of yesterday. Ever since the events of last night my mind, body and I was sure, my very self seemed to be stuck in a loop of fear. Fear that took hold of my very being. I had looked into the Night Wolfs eyes. And I couldn't sense a soul. I don't know how but it was just darkness

Tonight had not been part of the design. The fear in her eyes — genuine, animal fear, the kind that has no performance in it — had not been part of what I'd intended her to feel. I had wanted her bound. I had wanted her certain that I was the safest place to land. Fear was a cruder instrument than devotion, less reliable, harder to sustain. Fear made people reckless. Desperate. It made them call brothers-in-law and book flights and do things that created complications. I had shown her something tonight I had not meant her to see. Not yet. Perhaps not ever.

My shoulders are tense, my posture a little too guarded. She deserves young. Uncomplicated. Easy. My stomach knots. I remember how she looked the last time I held her. Lips parted. Hair tangled. Whispering Don’t stop, not now, not later. I want to be yours. Completely. I’d never seen anything more beautiful. I’d never felt anything more terrifying. That was the night everything changed. And now, I feel like I’m standing at the edge of something again. Not passion this time. But fear. I go to the living room and drop into the couch, rubbing my hands over my face.

In a nice voice I reply “Just had the scariest nightmare of my life. Why are you awake at 2 in the morning?” If I had of called anyone else, they would have ripped my head off for calling at such an ungodly hour. “Oh, you poor baby, its okay it was just a nightmare.” She purrs. There’s a short pause before she says “Aaron is over and we are watching horror movies, my

Too late. “This doesn’t end tonight,” I went on. “It gets harder from here. Louder. More uncomfortable. And some people will try to convince you that fear is reason enough to give power back to the shadows.” Adrian shifted. I felt it, a subtle warning. Movement on the perimeter. I kept my eyes forward. “Fear isn’t the enemy,” I said. “What we do with it is.” The feed cut. Not gently. Hard. Every screen in the bay went black at once.

The cold voice spoke from the shadows of the night, sending her fear into overdrive. Her breathing ragged and her heart beating frantically, she searched wild-eyed for the source of the cold voice in the shadows of the cemetery. Her pupils drowned out the clear grey of her eyes, her cheeks flushed from the running, her chest heaving from her laboured breaths, causing her cleavage to become dangerously close to spilling from her dress, her pale skin scratched and dirty from the branches and the mud she fell in, her hair was a tangled mess of curls full of small twigs and fall leaves. He found her fear delicious. He stalked her from the shadows, chuckling darkly as each snap of a twig caused h