Inward Trembling Novels & Stories

But there's something inside me that won't let fear take. The ground trembles again, and this time the vibrations cause all of us to break from our stance. We feel the stress of each tremor in our very core, almost as if they are rippling through the air like a celestial warning. Fear begins to overtake us all as we realize that something more is happening here; something bigger than we can comprehend. All around us, people scramble, trying to make sense out of what is happening and board up whatever little safe havens they have left.

Orhan… probably upstairs, lost in some complex Lego fortress or sketching blueprints for world domination. I didn’t make it far. My vision was swimming. The tremors started in my hands, a fine, violent shaking that traveled up my arms and seized my entire body. My lips trembled so hard I bit down on them, the coppery taste of blood and the pointless pain that did nothing to stop the avalanche crashing down inside me.

The grip of someone who had been sitting alone for long enough to stop caring about what they reached for. His whole body was shaking. Not trembling. Shaking. The kind that came from the inside, from something structural giving way below the surface. "Daemon." My voice came out lower than I intended. "People are watching. You need to—" "Just a moment." Muffled. Against my hair. "I need this. Just a moment." I went still.

Not falling apart like I am. When I reach my dorm, my hands shake so bad I can barely get the key in the lock. I fumble with it, nearly breaking it as I try to open the door. Finally, it turns and I shove myself inside. I slam the door shut behind me and lean against it, breathing hard. My legs give out and I slide down to the floor, my back against the wood. The trembling won't stop. My whole body shakes like I'm cold, but I'm not cold. I'm burning up from the inside.

The specific stillness of someone whose internal landscape has just shown them something they have no category for and who has gone completely quiet while they work out what it means. I opened my eyes. He was looking at the floor. His hands, which had been still on his knees throughout the entire working, were now very slightly trembling. Not dramatically. The specific micro-tremor of a body responding to something the mind was still processing. “Dren,” I said quietly. He looked up.

Her eyes darted around nervously, her hands trembling as if she feared she would be caught. “What do you want?” My voice was sharp, though underneath it trembled fear. “You just need to listen to me,” she whispered. I narrowed my eyes, watching her carefully. Something about her wasn’t not really okay. Her steps were hesitant, her voice shaky. She wasn’t here to taunt me. That trembling… it was fear. That caught my attention. “I’m not here of my own will,” she admitted, her lips quivering. “All of this—everything I’m doing—I have no choice.”

She gasped, recoiling in fright, her hands trembling as though she had been burned. I watched her cower, her small frame practically folding into itself, and I felt a twinge of satisfaction. She had done nothing wrong—she had been as careful and precise as always. But I enjoyed the sight of people cowering before me, their faces tightening with fear. I chuckled, a dark, wicked sound that echoed around the room like a bell tolling doom.

My whole body trembles, the pain mixing with pleasure in a way I can’t quite control. He leans down, his voice a low growl against my ear. “Too big for your tiny little pussy, baby? You're gonna have to stretch for me.” He pulls back his hips slightly before slamming forward again, making me cry out at the sensation. I scream louder, trembling beneath him, my body burning with the intensity of the intrusion.

Azalea I stumbled back from the window, my knees shaking so badly I had to grab the wall to keep from falling. His cold and cruel eyes locked with mine for just a second, sending a chill down my spine. That brief moment was all it took to unsettle me. I pressed my trembling hand over my mouth, trying to stifle the scream welling up in my throat. Despite my efforts, fear seeped through me like poison, paralyzing my legs with a deep-rooted terror that felt ingrained in my very bones.

🪷ISORA🪷 I ran out of the room with my heart literally in my mouth, scared to my bones in a way that I had not been since the night Nightfall burned. My legs were shaking and my hands were shaking and my whole body was trembling as I flew down the hallway, my bare feet slapping against the cold stone floor, my breath coming in short sharp gasps that did nothing to fill my lungs.