Jar Of Fears Novels & Stories

Liya. Jafar's grin was a chilling sight, a cruel reflection of the devastation he'd unleashed. The cages groaned open, spilling forth a tide of snarling, monstrous figures. My heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs, fear a cold weight in my gut. The monsters were too much. I paled as I recalled the ones outside, currently killing more people. If these ones were to get out, it would be a disaster. It all had to end, here and now.

Sebastien confirmed. “Well, shit. This is getting better and better.” Ryden shook and scratched his head, unable to believe what we were dealing with here. “And it’s worse, guys. He was supposed to use keep it as his collection.” “Is it a jar or vase?” “It looks like a Chinese— Yeah, yeah. It’s a red, maroon vase with symbols in it. I can draw it down later. The jar tipped off during transport, according to him because he didn’t trust the cargo. So it broke down.”

Jarnja dropped her stang, her ruddy eyes dinner plate wide - and for the first time, in all my recollections, my Beast was afraid. Deathly so. Heith crossed herself with Algiz. "The cockerel of Ragnarok," Jarnja breathed, looking at me in a mix of admiration and terror. "My sweet Turiel, what have you done?"

His hand rips from mine, almost spinning me in a complete three-sixty. My eyes bounce frantically around the darkening forest. “JAY!” I cry out, turning in circles, searching for him. Terrified, my chest heaves, hyperventilating. I fall to the forest floor. My sobs echo the woods; fear, sadness, grief, and every emotion you can think of runs through my veins. Is Jay alive? Did they kill him already and drink his blood? Or did they turn him into one of those zombie freaks?

The smirk that had so often adorned his face is nowhere to be seen; in its place is a look of genuine fear. Jared, too, looks unsettled. His bravado has melted away, leaving behind a man who looks small and frightened. Beads of sweat form on his forehead, and he keeps dabbing at them with a handkerchief. His eyes, wide with panic, flicker between the women testifying and the judge, as if searching for some escape. He wrings his hands together, the knuckles white from the pressure.

Not the simple hunting knives of Lunaris, but sleek, black guns, glinting menacingly in the dim light filtering from the hallway. Knives of all shapes and sizes, some with serrated edges that make my stomach churn. And then, a chainsaw, its metal teeth looking sharp and deadly. My gaze drifts to another shelf, and I freeze. Jars. Glass jars filled with… something. My heart pounds in my chest as I take a tentative step closer. Eyeballs. That’s what they look like. Pale, lifeless orbs staring blankly into the void. And smaller jars filled with what appear to be… fingers.

’ Maybe I should have been afraid. Because the moment I opened the jar, a sharp, pungent, almost unbearable smell hit me instantly, the worst thing I had ever inhaled in my life. My stomach churned violently in protest, and my body trembled slightly from the sheer intensity of it. And yet… I didn’t stop. I didn’t have any reason to believe this wasn’t just some soothing herb to help with the pain. Maybe he didn’t want to yet disclose his reasons for showing such concern, or maybe he was only showing sympathy just like Kate and didn’t want me to see it otherwise.

he threatened and the scent of fear in the air became apparent as people shook from fear of the unknown. “Evanson Flint” he paused and when he saw the red tick by the side, he growled lowly in his throat as the guy walked out, full of arrogance and entitlement but I could smell some bits of fear rousing from his pores the more we all stared at him. “Can I poison him? It will be a one hour agonizing poison” Grayson asked as he took one look at the paper Jared was holding and I nodded. Not trusting myself to tear him apart.

Fear raced through every nerve in her body as he gave a cold, chilling laughter. Then before she knew it, she lay on the floor with her hands over her head while he sat on top of her. He reached for the zip of her jeans pants while she struggled to get him off her. But, she was like an ant trying to fight off an elephant. As he succeeded in unzipping her pants and taking them off, Jade closed her eyes, waiting and hoping for death to take her away. Forever.

Blood, a stark and unwelcome guest, splattered across the floor and walls, a macabre tapestry of fear. Fear, raw and unyielding, gripped my heart in its icy embrace. Jenny, missing in a sea of scarlet. Panic clawed at the edges of my mind, threatening to consume me whole. Questions swirled like a tempest in my thoughts Who would dare to harm her? Why would they do such a heinous act?