Jar Of Fears Novels & Stories

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.

My chest heaved with every breath, my sobs echoing in the empty room. “You see?” he said softly, almost gently. “I wasn’t lying to you. I told you I could bring this back. And I did.” His eyes darkened as he tilted the jar slightly in his hand, as if testing my fear. “But I can also destroy it. Right here, right now. One wrong word, one wrong move, and I will let it fall. And then… nothing will remain.” “No!” I screamed, covering my mouth with my hands as my tears grew hot on my skin. “Please, don’t! Don’t say that! Don’t do that to me!”

If scales or light or wings or anything that made the pack think Outlands rose from my body in front of them tonight, I knew exactly how fast their smiles could die. Fear had made them kind. Fear could make them vicious again. I smiled because I had to. It felt brittle around the edges. “I don’t feel anything yet,” I said. It was a half-lie. I did feel something. Too many things. But not in a way I understood enough to survive aloud. Jorren tilted his head. “That is strange.” The curiosity in his tone sharpened the air around us. He was trying to sound innocent. Maybe he even thought he was being innocent. But curiosity like that had teeth. I knew because I had lived too long among people wh

Jared ignored his threats as he stepped forward, completely ignoring the knife. As the man lunged, Jared grabbed his wrist, twisting it violently until the bone snapped with a loud, sickening pop. The man screamed in agony, dropping the knife but Jared didn't stop there. He grabbed the man by his leather jacket and threw him face-first into the glowing glass of the jukebox. The glass shattered, sparks flying everywhere as the man collapsed into the floor, completely unconscious. The entire bar went dead silent. The music had stopped. The patrons and the bartender were frozen in absolute terror, staring at Jared as if he were a monster sent directly from hell.

My skull stabbed in a rusty air hammer. When I blinked, an unnaturally grelle, sterile white burned into my retina. The familiar, comforting stench after lubricating oil, earth and sweat from the slums had disappeared. Instead, the air roared to ozone, sharp Disinfectants and... fear. Cold, metallic terror. I lay on a steel carrying, strapped tightly with thick leather straps. Panik rose in my throat, but I forced myself to rest. Breathe, Jada, analyze. Survival.

"Don't bring my child into this," Joline’s voice trembled, her words strained and heavy, weighed down by fear and apprehension. She tried to maintain her composure, but the cracks were evident. It was faint, almost imperceptible, yet Dryzza could see it: a glint of awareness shimmering in Joline’s eyes. It was a look that betrayed an unspeakable fear, an understanding of the terrible fate that might befall her child—little Jess, the innocent girl who lay sleeping peacefully behind her.

He expresses. My heart sinks at the realization that I have to go home with this almost stranger, and that in turn, is my biggest fear. What if something sets him off and he turns back into who he was just a few days ago? I look to Jared and he has the same fear in his eyes as I do. The fear I feel is apprehension for being in the same room with someone I know all too well and yet, don't know at all. Who am I going to get once the door is closed, and I'm trapped on the inside?

They had been in this state for what felt like an eternity, unanswered questions lingering on their heads, more fear soaking them, and deep worry for Deep topping up everything. A fleeting moment of silence grew into long moments of deafening screams of fear, worry, and incertitude, each battling with their own baffling thoughts. Gia clutched her purse tightly, her eyes fixed on the sterile white walls of the waiting area. Her mind raced, her heart throbbed, and her loath and wrath for Ejay grew a thousand years old. Even without laying eyes on Deep to substantiate the monster’s cruelty, she was fuming with rage and an ardent thirst to have a second chance to kill that monster once again.