Jars Of Fears Novels & Stories

REIGN “One more finger.” I ordered while lighting my cigarette. One of my men placed the trembling man’s left hand on the table and another quickly chopped off his pinky finger, equalizing the two hands. The unfortunate man let out a loud scream as he clutched his hand close to his chest. “So,” I blew out the smoke, “where's my truck?” I asked and the man shook in fear, sweat drenched his body and his lips trembled. “I don’t..”

Some mornings I’m so tired I forget which cup is which, which set of herbs will ease a cough and which might spark a fever dream. Ewan jokes that I look like death most mornings, but his laugh cracks, and I see the terror behind his smile. Lira, stubborn and shivery, always insists she can walk, can leave, but her legs buckle at the threshold every time. Joss says little; he watches me with bright, fever-quick eyes, always searching for the catch, the cost, the moment I reveal myself to be the monster they once feared. But fear is gone now, burned away by long nights and miracles done in shadows.

He said in polite manner but mixed in frightened tone. "He want me to comeback?" He laughed sarcastically. "Tell them!" Jae Gray said in serious tone that made anyone in front of him trembled in fear. "I'll come and settle the matters on the right time!" He said coldly. "If ever he sends you again after me I will kill anyone of you" he added, and murderous aura was emitting to his while body. Then he stoods up, and walked away without turning his back. As soon as Jae Gray left, the uneasiness felt by the leader of the men's in black suit faded away, the pressure he felt in front of him earlier was too frightening.

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.

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.

Hugo responded to Evan’s questions. “Maybe, maybe not. They may not realise that we will head through there at all. If they even come through this close. Also, we aren’t sure if the Fear Mongers came through the portal this time around or broke out of some prison in pottery jars. If they came from the jars, then the second wave may happen years ago.” Larin said. “We found several shattered pottery jars in the old horse stables. There are several similar ones in the crypt we just left. Now I’m not familiar with trapping these creatures in jars. I didn’t know it was possible to do this. Maybe someone on this side of the portal figured it out but didn’t pass the information on to those on the o

Jenny’s husky voice whispered as It swayed with an oddly seductive grace, “don’t play coy, baby. You want me. I know you do. I could feel the lust coming from you the whole time, rolling off you in waves.” Jarred recoiled, disgust and fear churning his guts . . . but that voice. That voice. It sent waves of desire washing over him, which mixed with his disgust and fear to create a horrific emotional stew that threatened to drown him. He believed she wanted him and could almost believe he wanted her, and even worse, a part of him thought . . . why not? Why not let her have him, and let her take him? Because then it would finally be over. OH NO, NO JARRED, the thing whispered in his head, IT’S

“…the lady in the shadows…the one who watches you and wants you dead…” As the little girl's words from her vision swept over her,Beth felt a sense of terrifying unease. It was a coincidence,she told herself,nothing more.It was impossible that the little girl and Marcus could be speaking of the same thing,it was just impossible! “The lady in the shadows?”she said,her hands trembling in fear. In her mind she saw herself lying cold and frozen in that casket.

Who knows what he will do in the future when he finds out what happened to his kind? “I can still smell your fear sweetheart and it makes me so mad.” He whispered again tightening his hold on her waist. Her hands trembled as fear increased in her heart and mind. She felt like she was going to go mad if he did not let go of her soon, and the only thing that kept her sane was keeping her eyes fixed in that dense forest, imagining everything that could be in there. Werebears, Mason, rabbits, and Dears. Anything could be in there and she felt like she needed to keep watch.

As she opened her eyes, the remnants of fear lingered, and a palpable sense of anxiety enveloped her. "Drew," she whispered, her voice shaky, "I saw it again—the Book of Curse. It was like the nightmare came to life." Drew, his concern deepening, embraced Jette, the warmth of his presence a soothing balm against the chill of fear. "It's just a dream, Jette. You're safe. I'm here with you."