Fear The Night Review Novels & Stories

After all, there was a werewolf in unit 2704, who certainly wouldn't stay silent if he knew someone else was intruding on this floor. Liam had a keen sense of smell and hearing, befitting a nocturnal animal. And he'd promised to keep Ericka safe. But still, her body couldn't control the facts alone. Her body trembled violently. She pulled her knees to her chest. Tears fell without her realizing it, not because of the dream itself, but because of the fear that accompanied it. A recurring fear that never truly faded, even as time passed. Ericka's choked sobs escaped and penetrated the thin walls of the apartment.

(Alex’s POV) Sleep refused to come that night. I lay awake, staring into the darkness, replaying everything that had happened. It felt unreal—like I was trapped inside a nightmare I couldn’t wake from. Ariana’s words echoed in my mind, and the more I thought about them, the more they began to feel like prophecy. Vanessa with a secret phone. Late-night calls. Documents. Whispers. Lies. Something was wrong. Deeply wrong. My heart felt heavy, as though I was living in danger without knowing exactly where it was coming from. For the first time in my life, fear lived in my chest—not fear of another man, not fear of poverty, not fear of loss—but fear of the woman sleeping beside me.

And something else. Fear.

Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath and then hold it for ten seconds. When I take another, I find that something feels different. I can sense a presence. Not wanting to really find out what is in the room with me, I pull the covers even higher over my head and I don’t open my eyes for nothing. Eventually, I drift off to sleep after I feel that the coast is clear, and my fears have subsided. However, I was not expecting to feel a very cold hand on my arm in the middle of the night, but when I do I start to shake severely.

Jax looked at me with a serious expression. “Of course I do! I wasn’t born yesterday! It means when you’re scared of something, like I fear my father for example.” I through my hands up in the air. Jax chuckled and took my face in his hands softly making me look directly at him. “No honey. The word fear is more of an acronym.” I scrunched my face up in confusion. “Ok now you got me 38 shades of confuzzled fucked. Explain yourself.” Jax laughed and dropped his hands. “You’ve been hanging around Alida WAY to long hun. She’s rubbing off on you.” He said as he got up to get a pen and paper.

someone repeated in confusion. Tyne explained: "As the name suggests, it's your level of fear toward this cursed land and the unknown dangers of the trials. If your Lunar Fear reaches 100, you'll be immediately consumed by the blood moon, and your soul will dissipate. If you complete the trials with a Lunar Fear of 99, you'll only get a pathetic 1 point." "What if it's 0 then?" I pressed on, calculating in my mind. "If you complete the trials with zero Lunar Fear, would you get 100 points?"

She could hear her heart thumping in her ears while waiting with bated breath for his answer. "Then let's hope Damien doesn't find out about anyone you love or care for." Nate's words resonated through her mind over and over again, rendering her restless. Eira couldn't get rid of the dreadful memory of the night at the graveyard and now there was a new fear; of what could happen if she tried to flee. For the first time in her life, she couldn't enjoy a hot shower. Even though the hot water trickled down her skin, tiny goosebumps formed out of a chill. Out of fear. Fear of the vampire. Damien.

Ding! I woke up terrified from bed in a dark room, panting heavily from the nightmare perpetually haunting me every single night. I was drenched in sweat and my whole body was trembling. I was frightened with tears unconsciously running down my cheeks. I dug my hand into my black; full; virgin; long hair in pains, then tugged them behind my ears to wipe off my tears. I sniffed in some secs later gasping out in aid to calm down as I unraveled the shadow of curtains around the wall.

Their mother didn’t notice what David did, generally, as long as he was quiet. Is he going to be messed up because he keeps seeing these weird scary things? Lauren thought of the dead redhead in the pool of blood. “But it’s almost like he forgets them right after he learns them,” Lauren murmured as she walked slowly down the hall. “So maybe he’ll be okay.” Lauren reached the bottom of the stairs. Miranda stood at the top with her arms crossed, glaring. “I’m coming, I’m coming,” Lauren said. Her stomach did a little backflip. She hated yelling, and Miranda was definitely going to yell.

He sat on the edge of the bed, half-dressed, and waited for her to speak. She rolled onto her back, the sheets tucked under her arms and finally opened her eyes. "Will you be unhappy if I stop watching Land of the Fearful?" Grant just stared at her. Land of the Fearful was a cable show that had kicked off a year ago. It followed two undercover agents infiltrating a terrorist group with a mad plan to destroy the country. They'd unintentionally watched the first episode together and it had become their thing. "I thought you liked the show?" he asked.