Novel & Cerita Jars Of Fears

I can’t move, can’t scream I’m frozen in terror of the thought of living alone like Ash. That’s when I hear a car pull up. I don’t want to see who it is but I dread I know. It’s Zac; he’s just got home from college to find a house of ash and fire. He comes running over to me, while I’m screaming “Zac go back to the car.” “Get back in the car.” Desperately I scream “Go Zac, leave, now.” I yell but it’s useless, he obviously can’t hear the frantic desperation in my voice. I start to run towards him but I’m too late, the monster gets their three steps before I do. It lifts him off the ground

She flinched when she felt a splash of something hot and wet across her neck. Her ears were ringing so loudly that the world went silent, leaving only the sight of the dark, starless sky above her. "Myla! Say something! Please, god, say something!" Jared screamed, his voice cracking with a terror so deep it was unrecognizable as he crawled toward her on his knees, his good hand clawing at the rough ground, his eyes wide and wild with the fear of what he would find. There was blood. Dark blood spreading across the tarred floor.

Her head snapped to the side. Before she could recover, he dragged her back toward the house. “Let me go!” she cried. But he ignored her. The man hauled her through the front door and into another room. The moment Seren stepped inside, her stomach twisted. She nearly threw up. Lining the shelves were large glass jars. Inside them were preserved human heads. An elderly woman. A middle-aged man. A young woman. Each one suspended in cloudy liquid, staring lifelessly into space. A wave of terror washed over her.

Instead, I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, racing toward the pack house with my heart pounding in my chest. When I got there, what I saw sent terrible chills racing down my spine. The pack house doors stood wide open, and warriors were streaming in and out like angry birds disturbed from their nest. Their faces were twisted with rage and something else I could not name. Without hesitating, I slipped between their legs, following the terrible sounds deeper into the building where I was not supposed to go without permission. The marble floors that usually shone like perfect mirrors were muddy now, covered with dirt and something darker that made my stomach turn.

He whispered coldly in my ears. My eyes widened up as he said. My brow arched, I couldn't believed my ear. Oh my God! What is he trying to do with me? The fear of losing myself to a monster like him rushed a spine into my whole body system. Too young for this phase I was passing through. No! He wouldn't get down on me so easily.

I couldn't keep quiet anymore. "You know what you did!" Jared raised his arm to hit me again but this time around, I ducked and he almost lost his balance but the gammas he had come along with were quick to hold him. This seemed to infuriate Jared and he glared at me with his eyes glazed. His eyes were now pale yellow and I knew he would shift anytime soon. This made me take a step back. If he shifted, then I was dead. There was no way I would be able to protect myself from his terror. There was no way I would be able to run.

It was strange and uncomfortable, this connection he felt. "I’m okay." Adhara breathed nervously, her eyes fixed on the room where she’d been locked. "What are you afraid of?" Concern laced his voice. "Nothing… I just remembered something." Jarckon sighed and followed her gaze to the room. Adhara’s fear spiked when she heard a sound like running water, then echoing voices, whispering. She closed her eyes and focused on the calm flow—it felt close. She could sense it: a mirror image, clear, quiet, but deep. When she opened her eyes, they had turned gray. Unpleasant sensations twisted inside her, like a fish out of water. Jarckon squeezed her hand gently, jolting her.

Looking at Nathaniel and Chester's attitude, they seemed terrified of making even the slightest mistake in front of that young man! Even more shocking was that Nathaniel had immediately fired his gun just because of a single wrong word from the man with glasses! But… How could this be possible? At that moment, Jarso's heart filled with intense dread! A powerful fear overwhelmed him, making it difficult to even breathe! Although Jarso still did not understand what was happening, one thing was clear. This time, he seemed to have gotten himself into some serious trouble! An enormous trouble! The brat he had assumed to have no background...

He took a shaky breath. "And now they look at me like I’m the beast in the dark. Even my daughter." He paused, jaw tight. "Do you know what that feels like, Georgia? Do you?" For a heartbeat, Georgia’s gaze softened. But only for a heartbeat. "Yes," she whispered. "Because I looked into her eyes last night and saw fear. And she wasn’t afraid of the dark. She was afraid of you." …✿…✿… In the rogue bunker hidden beneath the frozen cliffs of the Eastern Ridge, James paced restlessly. The map on the table was marked in red, blue, and black ink, symbols for Jared’s troops, supply lines, and the few safe havens left.

Off course, what else would you expect from a dark, scary jungle. She was afraid. She heard voices. Voices, not of normal insects but weird voices. Voices of someone's wispering. They were loud enough to be heard but too fast to know what was being spoken. She was already sweating in this cold temperature. She didn't knew whether the chills running in her spine were because of cold or fear?