Jar Of Fears Novels & Stories

Master Javen clenched his jaws. "No Honey, don't do anything bad! I'm scared people would retaliate and kidnap me again or our kids. Please, that is the reason why I am worried about as if I have a phobia now." Jade's eyes became watery. The master embraced her tightly.

Jean again checked the other children's bags until they arrived at the bench in the back left corner. "All is clear!" Joe has finished checking. Jean put back the bag he was holding. "Alright. Thanks for your cooperation, Ma'am. And sorry for bothering your class," said Joe. "It's okay, sir. Glad To Help You." 'Crack!' A ceramic behind a cracked bench was so trampled by Jean. The ceramics are right on the corner of the class. Jean squatted and flared ceramic fragments. There's a hole in it and inside of the hole, there is black plastic. Seeing his colleague, Joe approached. Jean took the plastic and saw the contents. Joe was surprised by what he found. Jean took one of the objects in the pla

Her head snapped to the side. Before she could recover, he dragged her back toward the house. “Let me go!” she cried. But he ignored her. The man hauled her through the front door and into another room. The moment Seren stepped inside, her stomach twisted. She nearly threw up. Lining the shelves were large glass jars. Inside them were preserved human heads. An elderly woman. A middle-aged man. A young woman. Each one suspended in cloudy liquid, staring lifelessly into space. A wave of terror washed over her.

"If we put the souls back the world will wake up!" June started to grab the jars fast as she could. She put them in her pockets. She held many as she could in her arms. Every time she touched a jar she felt a bit of heat. I am sorry she thought to every spark of light. I am coming to save you. As she reached the last shelf she saw a jar that was different. It was not glowing white. It was glowing a green color. It said SUBJECT 001. THE GENERAL. June froze. "Benson! The General is here! He is in a jar!"

she complained, her voice tight with strain. The foul odors of cheap leaf-smoke and fermented mash radiated heavily from Jeff’s skin, his pupils entirely blown and bloodshot under the light. The historical arrogance that usually marked his posture had vanished completely, replaced by an absolute, trembling panic that shook his frame. He dug his claws into his dyed crimson hair, his tongue stammering desperately. “M-mother, what path does my wolf have left to track?” The sheer terror marking his features struck an immediate fear into Eva’s chest. She threw her arms around his shaking shoulders, her voice rising. “What predator has breached your security, cub?”

“It is not clean. There is something bitter.” Another warrior dipped a cup into the stream. The water looked clear but had a faint smell, sharp and strange. “This is not natural.” They moved further up the stream until they reached the place where water was stored in large clay jars for the feast. One of the jars was cracked open. Inside, the smell was strong. The leader of the warriors, a tall man named Jareth, bent low. He picked something from the bottom of the jar. It was a small black leaf, strange and twisted.

My jaw tightened. Jordan stepped closer—not touching, just close enough that my wolf lifted its head, hungry and furious. “You’re under siege,” she said quietly. “Council. Silvia. Tessa. And you’re still more afraid of what you feel than what they’ll do.” I stared at her. She wasn’t wrong. That was the part that made it unbearable. “I’m not afraid of feeling,” I said. Jordan’s brows lifted slightly. “Really?” I forced my voice steady. “I’m afraid of what they’ll do with it.”

Being the bit of pressure Demitri needed. "Yeah... I guess." Demitri said and looked away from Becca. She was always the strong one, how had she given up so easily? If Becca wants to drink, Demitri would be sure she is okay. Becca's main fear was what Demitri must think of her trying booze. Kendra unlocked the cupboard and grabbed a cheap bottle from the shelf. She poured some into five glasses and everyone took one. Becca and Demitri looked nervously at each other before Kendra held out her glass.

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.

It was strange and uncomfortable, this connection he felt. "I’m okay." Adhara breathed nervously, her eyes fixed on the room where she’d been locked. "What are you afraid of?" Concern laced his voice. "Nothing… I just remembered something." Jarckon sighed and followed her gaze to the room. Adhara’s fear spiked when she heard a sound like running water, then echoing voices, whispering. She closed her eyes and focused on the calm flow—it felt close. She could sense it: a mirror image, clear, quiet, but deep. When she opened her eyes, they had turned gray. Unpleasant sensations twisted inside her, like a fish out of water. Jarckon squeezed her hand gently, jolting her.