Jars Of Fears Novels & Stories

Suddenly, I was back in the room. Agora glared at me, eyes wild with rage. He clutched the jar tightly as if it were dangerous. “Are you insane?” he shouted. My heart hammered, and my mouth was dry. I could still hear the whispers, fading away. “I... I was just...” “You weren’t allowed,” he snapped, and his voice shook with something worse than anger. “You had no right.” He hugged the jar to his chest, guarding it. Something in his face made my skin crawl. Not hate but fear. And under that... recognition.

Daisy stared at her. For a moment she looked like she might say nothing. Then her lip trembled slightly. Very slightly. "I'm scared." Jessica felt her heart crack. Because suddenly Daisy didn't look twenty one anymore. Didn't look grown up. Didn't look like an adult. Suddenly she looked six. Standing in pyjamas with a stuffed rabbit tucked beneath her arm. Scared of thunderstorms. Scared of monsters. Scared of the dark. Only this wasn't thunder. Wasn't monsters.

Now, anxiety and fear for her safety plagued him to the point that he could do nothing other than pace about the room while he waited for her return. “I got the new scope you insisted you had to have immediately,” Lila said with exaggerated emphasis as she strode into the room. Turning to the vampire who’d escorted her into town, she said with a hint of hostility, “You can leave, Oscar. I’m back in jail safe and sound.” “Lila!” Jasper snapped before addressing the scowling vampire with an apologetic look and a soothing voice. “Please excuse my assistant. She’s obviously tired from the trip.”

“What’s your blood got to do with the formula?” Adrenaline surged through Jasper’s veins as the reality of the situation set in. By being caught drawing his own blood, he’d placed himself in a position of having to explain his reasoning. As tired as he was, his creative skills were lacking. He had no explanation for Marcus other than the truth. Fearful of what would happen once he admitted to having Zombie toxins in him, he looked away and pursed his lips. Jasper’s reaction only served to make the pack leader all the more curious. Moving closer to the lab table, he moved his head back and forth until he was able to align his eyes with Jasper’s.

“Be careful.” Shattered glass. Clouds. Lawn. Dirt and dead grass. The barren trees near the house and the jungle vine of Christmas lights in their branches. The blood-speckled cut-outs below them. The corpse of the kid who had made a run for it. A crow nestled on his broken skull. His eyes were gone, all plucked out. One dangled from the beak of the bird like a prize. Julia feared many things. Namely, the driver and her family—even Jack scared her to some degree. But above all else she feared those crows, including those now perched on the roof of the house up ahead, and that they would come for her before she was dead.

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?

“Nope. I spent a long time making them last night. Sir Ares, let me leave them there for a few more days, please?” A layer of frost covered Jay’s gaze. Rose sighed in defeat. “Alright, okay. I’ll tear them away. I’ll tear them right now.” However, when Rose reached out for the talismans on the window, Jenson yelled, “Mommy, don’t tear them off. They can protect me.” Rose sadly looked at Jenson. “But your daddy doesn’t allow...” “Forge it. Leave them there.” Jay immediately changed his mind. ‘Did these help Jenson recover from his fears faster than usual?

So now she was three hours into her eight-hour shift and felt like crap and was trying not to let loose her pent-up frustration. Sounds of laughter filled the store and Alice looked over at the new customers who strolled in. The air in her lungs was knocked out when she saw the six of them enter. Why were they here? What game is Jared playing now? Why can't the earth just open up and swallow her whole right now. It was hard to hold back the growl when she saw Morgan running a hand over Jared's right bicep. It felt like both cold water and an invisible knife cut into her at the same time. Making her feel sick.

“Even the self righteous Samson can’t say that he hasn’t. And yet here he is…. Passing judgement on the rest of us” Samson raised his head. His eyes had darkened dangerously, and he clenched his fists. He was concerned about Jacob’s carelessness, which could cost all of them a lot. And he knew that there were others who were worried too, but most of them were afraid of Jacob, and so they wouldn’t speak up. The hunters might be humans, but most of them were pretty strong, especially when they had garlic in their possession. Garlic which could be used to weaken any vampire.

After a few moments, my fears take control as the thing just keeps looking. Fearing what will happen next, I swallow hard and watch as it still doesn’t come closer but slowly moves around in the corner in the darkness. Mustering up all my strength, I turn my head to glance down at my husband before returning my attention to the thing in the closet, but when I look back over to the spot where it was, I am shocked because it’s gone and then I question if I ever saw it in the first place. Wishing that my husband would just wake up, I finally reach over to shake him. When I do, I see something move out of the corner of my eye and then the blanket is torn off the bed. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”