Fear X Anxiety Fanart Novels & Stories

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

Then, at that moment, a scream escapes from the depths of my throat as I cower and, millisecond after the fact, a grouping of images begins to streak before my eyes. I see the fear specialists killing Belasko , the main product that Angel and Sasha looked at in the copyist's night, and a group of ravens advancing from inside his chest; Sassa in her room, totally terrified and trying to close her ceiling window before a hand yanks the seat she's on; I see fear specialists appearing in Dark Potland and passing by the Angels ' vehicle while they're stuck in trouble; each of the young people who grabbed and transformed in their exams, the aggravation and anguish they needed to go through and in

I threatened. Jason felt a cold shiver running down his spine as fear gripped him. His heart pounded loudly in his chest, and he couldn't hold himself from crying as tears streamed down his cheeks like a kid. Sweat started forming on his forehead, and his hands trembled involuntarily. Every sound seemed magnified, making him hyper-aware of his surroundings as he looked from side to side. The world around him blurred, and a knot tightened in his stomach, making it hard to breathe. It was as if an invisible force had him in its grip, and he couldn't escape the clutches of his own anxiety. Good.

“It’s over, it’s over. It seems that Miss Tanya had played Fane and what she said the other day was just making fun of him!” “Fane is indeed terrible. Just let it go if they don’t let him in, but he still wants to force his way in. Wouldn’t we offend the Drake family if he hurt the Drake family’s bodyguard?” Xena was also frightened that her face turned pale. Fiona grew increasingly afraid as she heard this.

Their sharp overgrown nails were out on display. I subconsciously started trembling at their dark auras. Something didn’t feel right. I looked back at the bartender who had a murderous glare in his eyes. Something was wrong. The men started destroying everything and everyone that got in their way. There was no escape. They were blocking the doorway. It was terrible. I didn’t want to see the sliced necked or severed body parts. I wanted to leave, but I was paralyzed in fear. They would destroy me just like the rest of them. But I didn’t want to see people die for no reason. I had never even fought before, but I watched enough anime to have an idea of how it would turn out.”

Moreover, no one knew if they had any last words. Sadness and anger were constantly boiling in the hearts of Xander and the others like magma surging in a volcano. "Ha! What a bunch of weaklings. With your mentality, I'm ashamed to regard you all as my opponents." The Fauna Imperial Sect disciple who killed Edda had a disdainful look on his face. There was a centipede-like scar from his left eye to the corner of his mouth, and the scar seemed to be alive and creeping as he grinned, appearing more and more terrifying.

I hear the sigh that he tries to hide as I stand up. “I’m fine.” I mumble back, but I wasn’t even certain I was. Marked by both Lycans and living with a crazy arsed wolf. Life couldn’t get more complicated. Jaxon reaches out to touch me and when I recoil, Anika laughs. Jaxon’s arm drops by his side, his mouth firmly shut. A hint of sadness appears in his eyes. Still afraid to let him touch us. It wasn’t that long ago Xander’s dick was pressed up against our leg!

“You can. And you will.” Deandro tugged her chin until her eyes met his. His smirk curved wicked. “She’s shaking again.” He dragged a finger down her chest, between her breasts, lower still. “Is it fear, or is it need?” Axel stripped off his shirt, his torso carved with muscle and scars. He climbed onto the bed behind her, his big hands caging her waist. “Both,” he growled, pressing his lips to her neck. “She’s terrified of us. And she’s soaking because of it.”

"The pack that exiled him didn't just fear his cruelty. They feared his power." I pressed a hand to my chest. The fire pulsed beneath my ribs, responding to the fear rising in my throat. "You're saying I could become like him." Nicholas turned fully. Both his hands came up to frame my face—gentle but firm. "I'm saying you have a choice. The same choice he had. The same choice every wolf with power faces." His thumb brushed my cheek. "You can let the fear turn you cold. Or you can let it make you brave."

Fear grips me like a vice, every breath a struggle against the rising panic. AJ and Sofia exchange anxious glances, mirroring the fear painted on my face. The reality of our predicament sinks in, the fact that we are hunted, cornered, with the threat of death looming ever closer. As the footsteps draw nearer, my thoughts jumble into a chaotic rollercoaster. The chilling realisation that this might be the end draws at my consciousness. A fear that I have never felt before, one that I never thought I would ever feel overcomes me. I am not afraid of dying, I am afraid of dying without revealing the truth.