Jars Of Fears Novels & Stories

Jared said as he walked out He went out the front door and walked to the garden. He pulled down the head from the apple tree and dropped it on the floor. He looked at Xavier who was still standing at the window and he groaned. It was going to be a bad day. He could already feel it but surprisingly for him, it was a quiet one. Nobody attacked their house and he didn’t have a fight with Alice so that was a plus. Linda and Louis came over and left. Things were quiet and silent. The silence did spread over the next couple of weeks and Jared sat in his study, anxious as hell with Xavier sitting opposite him, reading his book. He looked up from his book and looked at Jared who was trying so hard n

The fear made the time stretch. I pulled my knees close to my chest, hugging them tight. I could feel sweat dripping down my face even though the warehouse was freezing. My mind kept replaying the same image—Gabe’s cold eyes, his angry steps, the way his expression would change as soon as he noticed that I had made away with his devices. He would kill me. As a matter of fact, he would burn down everything and everyone that was dear to me… including Jace and Kira. I shut my eyes tight as another wave of fear washed over me, leaving my hands trembling.

When the answers pop up on the glowing stone, my breath catches in my throat. Clay jars with hidden spy crystals. I stare at the words in total shock. “That dirty beast has been watching me,” I whisper, my voice trembling. A horrible, scary thought runs through my mind. This tiny basement room is so small that it has no hidden corners at all. “He saw me... without my clothes on?” I look around the room with wide, terrified eyes. I spot another small clay jar sitting high up on my food shelf. I run back into the washroom and find a third one sitting right on top of my broken mirror.

Before they could stand to their feet again, he manoeuvred to the end of the passageway and then entered into the main mansion. The inside was dark and parched as he didn't see anyone. Jasper's seat was empty as he walked past it, furthering into the end of the room with hope that he might find any clue then, his eyes captured the numerous jars that contained fresh animal's blood and then suddenly his gaze flashed on the framed portraits that were hung on the wall. And then he nearly went berserk from what he did see; his father's, mother's and Ella's portrait were all ticked (❌ ). He couldn't fathom what it meant but he had a feeling that it only signified danger.

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."

Rachel's reflection showed her laughing, carefree, and joyful, but Sarah's reflection revealed a hint of uncertainty behind her calm demeanor. Intrigued and wary, the pack watched their reflections, which seemed to shift with their emotions. The mirror delved into the depths of their souls, revealing hidden fears, doubts, and insecurities. Sarah's voice quivered as she saw her reflection waver, "I've always feared that my doubts might weaken our unity and compromise our mission." Emily placed a reassuring paw on Sarah's shoulder, "We all have moments of doubt, but it's our ability to share and support one another that makes us strong."

Tuesday, April 19, 2022 5: 10 p.m. I’m on my counter, receiving orders again, and looking here and there, if he is here or not. I’m too afraid of him. I’m thinking about him all the time that why he is here. I can’t focus on my work and my body is still shivering. My hands are shaking while writing orders. But I have to do work. I can’t leave. I fear that if I go to home now and if he is here, he will follow me up to the home and I don’t want it to happen.

"Uh, y– yeah. My uncle's driver. See– see you tomorrow." "Are you sure y–" "Yeah, I know him, Johnny. Bye, okay? It's fine," Hosun said and immediately into the car. Johnny watched them drive off in confusion. "He's furious, isn't he?" Hosun mumbled to a driving Wonho. "He's burning up," the guard replied dryly. Hosun was shivering with fear. He was finished. He knew it. "Oh gawd," he said softly, a whimper escaping his lips. "Yeah, you're fucked."

Every shadow felt like a threat, every creak of the floorboards like approaching footsteps. They found signs of a struggle. Overturned crates. Bullet casings on the floor. Elara’s fear grew with every step, mixing with the burning sense of betrayal that Jax had left her to face this nightmare alone. Lila stayed close, her presence a small comfort in the overwhelming darkness. The warehouse felt like the perfect place to die, and Elara wondered if she would find Jax’s body around the next corner.