Jar Of Fears Novels & Stories

Jarred declared. “Why am I last?” Hank grumbled. “Because you’re the least charming to me,” Jarred shot back with a smirk, already pulling the first card. “Alright. Sydney—greatest fear?” I didn’t hesitate. “No money.” Jarred shrugged. “Well, everybody fears that.” “My turn,” he said, picking his card. His grin widened. “How many rounds could I take?” Hade spat out a laugh. “Nope. Drink.” He poured tequila into a glass and shoved it toward Jarred.

She repeated it over and over again, holding back the beads of sweat that had soaked her temples. "Come on, help me just once," Zella thought. Her hand tried to open and turn the door knob, a small smile appeared framing her lips she managed to open the door. All the things she wanted to see were in front of her eyes. Zella felt hot and cold, she saw all the sharp weapons. Her feet kept approaching, the smell of blood was so obvious every corner of the room was full of things Zella had never imagined. The mascot head with its eyes out, Zella accidentally kicked a box. She knelt down and opened it slowly, what she imagined made Zella feel sick. A human heart stuffed into a glass jar. A box co

He coughed, blood escaping his lips. “Rachel…” he whispered. “She’s inside… fighting him.” “Him?” My heart lurched. “Who?” Jarred’s eyes flickered with fear. “One man… just one… but he’s a monster.” Confusion and rage churned within me. One man? How could one man wreak such havoc? I squeezed Jarred’s hand, promising I’d be back, and staggered to my feet, dread coiling in my gut as I stepped deeper into the pack house.

They flared, turned blue. Atop it lay relics - skulls, bones tied in red twine, black feathers, vials, small earthen pots, old knives, scary things that I had never seen before in my life. I stood breathless. Paralyzed. And then- I saw it. Another thing. A jar. Suspended above the altar, floating in mid-air. No wires. No chains. Just... hanging. Wrapped in a slow cyclone of black wind. I thought it was guarding it at first. But then I realized-

Jarl's presence, though unseen, was a constant in my life, his voice a rumble that could stir the soul. "I sensed your distress," he rumbled, his concern seeping through the very walls. I nodded, the remnants of the nightmare clinging to me like a second skin. "Just a nightmare," I admitted, the words tasting of fear and uncertainty. "It was about Amber," I confessed, the name a whisper, a ghost that lingered between us. "Fear is weakness. Fear is failure," Jarl intoned, his voice a mirror to my thoughts. "And I can feel fear all over you," he added, his words wrapping around me like a shroud.

Those who had weak hearts might be fearful of him if they stared into his eyes for more than a three seconds. "Master Torfo! You're the best!" "Oh Torfo!" "Bear my baby Sir Torfo!" Darrion's face morphed into disgust, "Urkh... How could anyone wants to bear this jerk any child? Aren't they afraid of their children getting stabbed or spanked to oblivion?" Jai stared at his friend in slight horror. Then he glanced back at Torfo in the arena. The guy was glaring at the audience boxes as if he was hating it with all his gut.

Not without my keystone. Arius' worst fear was soon realized as a chill ran down his spine, freezing him in place. Jaida had gotten used to this now; she had stopped the second he had. She turned to look at him, and her face instantly paled. Arius is was quite similar. All the color was gone from his face, and his eyes seemed to quiver with fear.

His wolf looks so ferocious and terrifying that for the first time, even I am feeling a bit scared of his wolf. I am afraid what if Jarek can't return back from this madness. What if this moment changes him? But I know this will never happen. No matter what, he will always remain my Jarek. Jarek lifts his paw, and all his claws are out when he slashes the side of Maverick's body.

Then I watch as it becomes larger and darker than all the surrounding shadows before it’s eyes slowly open. Screaming out into the darkness, my husband turns over but doesn’t awaken and I am left frozen in place staring at something glaring at me through the space between me and the closet. Not daring to blink, I stare hoping that it will leave me alone and disappear before coming to get me. After a few moments, my fears take control as the thing just keeps looking.

“I know.” “But differently.” “Yes.” His thumb brushed along my jaw. “You weren’t afraid.” I met his gaze. “I was.” His brows drew together slightly. “I’m not fearless, Jaron. I’m deliberate.” He searched my face like he always did when he thought I was withholding. “What scares you?” he asked. I didn’t look away. “Losing the part of you that laughs in this room,” I said honestly. “Not the Alpha. You.” The vulnerability in his expression was brief—but real.