Fears To Give Your Characters Novels & Stories

“That narrows it down.” Silence. I sighed. “Is it fast? Strong? Does it have any weaknesses?” “Yes.” I clenched my fists. “Dark, come on! If I die because you refused to give me details, I swear I’ll haunt you.” He finally stopped walking and turned to look at me. “It feeds on fear. The more scared you are, the stronger it gets. So maybe try shutting up and not panicking.” I swallowed hard. Great. That was helpful. Dark started walking again, and I hurried to keep up. The landscape was shifting now, the rocky ground turning to twisted, blackened trees. A low growl echoed in the distance. My grip tightened on my sword.

Theme: Facing Fear Aria’s POV Damian surrounds me, his eyes blazing with vicious determination. His huge wolf form looms over mine, muscles quivering beneath his dark fur. My heart races, but I steady myself. This is it. The moment I’ve been fearing and planning for. “You should’ve stayed weak, Aria,” Damian sneers, his words dripping with hate. “You don’t belong in this fight.” I clench my teeth, forcing back the terror that threatens to engulf me. “I’m stronger than you think” I growl back, meeting his eyes without flinching.

(THE FOOL’S BEGINNING) “INTERESTING, but a bit strange.” Kyle commented, all after he reads the character profile that was written for the future and into the last loop of seven. The words that are written perfectly for the specific character, but somehow it seems a little odd. For it somewhat telling something that he just couldn’t exactly pinpoint what. “A little bit. Don’t you think, JK?” He suddenly, but rather demanded an answer from JK. By which in the moment is on his own little cloud and fighting against the fear that is slowly consuming him, yet he doesn’t want to acknowledge and not even for a bit.

he paused, making me lift my gaze to meet his piercing eyes. Just then, he turned to face me, his hands slipping into his pockets as he stared at me from a distance. With each deliberate, thunderous step he took towards me, my heart pounded louder, intensifying the overwhelming fear that engulfed me. The aura of dominance and authority he carried made my skin prickle with fear. The room seemed to shrink as he closed the gap between us, his powerful presence making me feel small and vulnerable. I held my breath, unsure of what to expect from the scary Alpha before me. I knew I had to tread carefully, for any misstep could have grave consequences.

Her eyes roaming about the whole hall except for my face, Charlotte recoiled and walked away from us to seat far away but still in the same hall. That’s it’, maybe I need them to fear me, at least a bit, just like my uncle instil fear in anyone and everyone, I need to stay learning. These women around me do not fear me and that will be a big loss and headache for me in the long run. “You came running to me after causing trouble? What do you want me to do now?” Of Course, I can do a lot but starting another fresh conversation with her has to be scary and I must make her feel hopeless and uncomfortable.

In a move that was more animal than man I said my first words to my mate, "You are mine." Slowly, I closed the distance between us until I was standing only a foot away. I watched in interest as her gaze slowly made its way up the length of my body, her eyes widened in fear. While I stayed detached, I could hear Titan whimper at the thought of our mate fearing us. A war began to wage in my head, one I knew wouldn't be simple to end. Fear was a necessity, it caused everyone to behave, reduced the carnage and death of disobedience. But as I looked on at this little girl- my little mate, the fear in her eyes gave birth to a new feeling inside of me, one I couldn't possibly name.

“If you can survive and overcome your fear then you win and I lose. You can defeat me and walk away. But if your fear defeats you…………… “What happened????????” Stefanie asks. “I feed in you and I’ll collect your soul. Your mind will be paralyzed just like you are dead and you can’t go back.” His voice became the rules. Silence echoed the whole room. The fear creeps up in my head down in my body. This is the final verdict of our lives and we have a choice to live with it. So far no one had ever backed out of a dare. I didn’t want to be the first one to do so.

Restraining him and for a moment I’m thankful Mico is as big and strong as his crazy cousin. I act like I can’t see him and focus back on the room. Inwardly shaking, nerves dying because I know I have crossed a line you cannot come back from. All that old fear and uncertainty about his character back in full swing. The deep dread of knowing I’m unleashing his beast.

“So why don’t these things follow that rule?” “There’s the catch. The Fear Mongers are made by and of magic. The intent was to sow fear in the masses by using persuasive illusions. Beyond plotting how to affect their victims, there’s not much else to them. They’re disposable mostly.” Larin handed the grimoire over to Gemma, who sat studying the ritual words. “Great, you’re saying these are the army’s speed bumps. The troops sent in to soften up the enemy.” Evan didn’t sound happy about only dealing with the bottom of the barrel of bad guys.

Hearing the whistle the animal stopped its snarling, let the fabric fall from its jaw and sat staring at the frightened girl waiting for its next set of orders. “Fear is a crippling thing. It causes us to lose focus and panic, our only concern is fight or flight instincts. We forget how to think logically and rationally. It makes us prey, and what lovely prey you are my dear.” The cold voice spoke from the shadows of the night, sending her fear into overdrive.