Jar Of Fears Novels & Stories

When I pressed the raised eye of the beast, there was a dull, mechanical latch clicking deep inside the stone. A narrow panel on the side of the mantelpiece popped open two inches. A wave of dizzying relief rushed through me, followed immediately by a surge of icy terror. My hands were slick with cold sweat as I reached into the dark cavity. My fingers brushed against a heavy leather-bound cylinder tied with a black silk cord. I pulled it out into the silver moonlight. My breath hitched. The wax seal holding the cord together was stamped with Jarrah’s personal signet, the crest of the house, and beneath it, the dark red mark of the shadow guild.

Tears prick my eyes, and I bend down to pick up one of the small wooden carvings left here in the altar-like display of offerings. It's a small, demonic figurine depicting a humanlike figure, etched with lightning veins and a cape. Hands clasped before its chest, holding a dagger. So, obviously, Kaelin and I wonder exactly why his pack fears him so much, what he did to them to make it this way. Even being a jackass to me, he wasn't that bad. Not bad enough to be feared.

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.

I held my breath, too scared to even breathe as I fixed my eyes on the door, waiting to see who it was. I saw two gammas first, tall scary looking men with faces designed with various scars. They unlocked the mighty padlock that had been used to lock the door and they pushed the iron bars. My heart had now begun to thud painfully in my chest and I was beginning to shake in fear. I didn't want any of them to see how scared I was so I tried to compose myself but with each action they made, I found my courage melting. Then they stepped aside, and someone else walked in. It was Jared and he had a sick smile on his face. My stomach flipped over and I suddenly felt Ill. I wanted to throw up. The s

He steps back twice, and his hand comes up between us, and the look on his face is something I will keep for the rest of my life, because it isn’t anger. It’s terror. “That’s not possible,” he says. I can’t answer. My jaw is locked, my whole body humming like a struck wire, and the heat is already sinking, already going out, leaving me shaking and hollow and more frightened than he is. “It held,” Garrick says, and he isn’t talking to me. “It held for six years. It was done properly. She watched them do it. It held.” “Garrick.”

When he saw him, he crawled quickly like a worm, until he entered the biggest tent, he seemed afraid. "Let's go," said Lucifer to Jonah, and they entered the tent. Jonah was scared but preferred to stay calm and quiet. He knew the danger he was in and had no choice but to obey. Upon entering the tent, everyone was staring at him, especially a lady whose boobs were so large they forced her to stay on all fours, as her upright body could not support the weight of her breasts reaching the ground. His gaze, which reflected suffering and pity, pursued him until he stood at the front, and Lucifer began to speak.

I ignored him and continued, “People hide secrets inside routines because routine feels safe. Medicine, food, anything they touch every day.” We searched the medicine cabinet first, then the food shelves and fireplace. Killian found nothing except old bandages, while Reef complained about dust until Lorenzo threatened to leave him behind. I was checking a shelf when the herb jars caught my attention. Seven glass containers sat in a straight line, each labelled in Vale's careful handwriting. “Alder, basil, feverleaf, mint,” I whispered before stopping. Jordan moved beside me and asked, “What?” I pointed toward the shelf and replied, “They're alphabetical. Except that one.” Killian watched clo

She was left terribly alone with her fears. After a few minutes pass, Marisol attempts to lay back down, to seek refuge under the warmth of her sheets, but the image of the beast’s haunting eyes follows closely after, as if not wanting to be forgotten so quickly. Closing her eyes only plunged her back into the nightmare. Fear wraps its icy fingers around her, leaving her unable to escape the relentless grip of her mind.

Emma's body shook slightly as she nestled deeper into Hector's arms, her fragile act stirring a protective tenderness in him. "Can we just stop looking for her?" she whispered, sounding scared. "I'm just so afraid..." Was she really terrified I'd come back to hurt her—or more afraid that my death would bring her to justice? Without hesitating, Hector assured her, "Alright, we'll stop looking for her. I won't let her come back and harm you." Emma curled up in his embrace, letting out a cautious sigh of relief. But it had never been Hector who wanted to find me in the first place.