Object Terror Novels & Stories

“I do not. This is why our being here is such a gamble. Eros, the god of love and…. Sex. That is who we seek.” I don’t know why I blushed at the simple use of the word sex. But the heat in Finn’s gaze told me I was not alone in being affected. “He can teach us how to…. You know…. Without causing the apocalypse?” “I hope so. He is responsible for forging the tethers. He handpicked us for each other, so it is my hope he will tell us why, as well teach us how to control the power of our bond.” The whisper of a breeze caused the hair on the back of my neck to stand on end. I threw my arm out to stop Finn and held my finger up to my mouth to indicate silence.

Aria At that moment when I saw him entering the room, the fear I felt crawling up my skin was something I had never felt. The terror was real; surrounded me from every side. And the storm I was afraid of was standing right in front of me at the doorway. I couldn't even get myself to notice his expression or the regret in his eyes. My body proceeded before my mind could and I found myself clutching the blanket as tightly as possible finding it the only thing that could cover me from his gaze.

A Drogar family on Taloren was just sitting down to eat their nightly meal when the program they were watching on the screen next to them switched to an emergency newscast. On the screen, a Drogar with buffed scales and a clean, formal robe smiled at the camera kindly. It felt as though he was in the room with the family themselves. And when he spoke, his voice was firm and authoritative, but also warm and welcoming. “Apologies for breaking your normal evening ‘Cast,” he said. “But we here at Taloren Tonight have breaking news regarding the terrorist attack from a few cycles ago. And I must warn you - we are about to show graphic and disturbing content that may not be suitable for some to wa

Alicia scrambled backward, her palms scraping against the cold, polished stone of the floor. The coppery tang of her own blood filled her nostrils, but it was the sheer, primordial terror that stole her breath. She kept her eyes downcast, glued to the intricate patterns of the rug. To look at him was to invite death itself. That voice—a low, gravelly tremor that promised oblivion—was terrifyingly familiar, a ghost from a past she had tried to bury.

"Not at all. I, uh, read it somewhere before." She had the sense he was lying to her, but she didn't know whether it was about the significance of Halloween or how he'd come to the knowledge. Again the word shifter slammed into her brain and a cocktail of fear and excitement bubbled through her. She had never been an adventurous person, despite her penchant for creating paranormal stories. Now she wondered if that had been the first part of a journey leading her to something she'd never expected. The biggest adventure of her life. If last night hadn't been a dream, was she about to step into a universe different from anything she'd never known? Was she strong enough to embrace it?

He raised his head upward to see her face. "Go on," he urged her calmly as he could see the fear on her face and he could feel her shivering. He wondered why she was so scared of him. He was not totally okay with it but at the same time, fear was a very good tool for controlling someone like her. He wished she was not so afraid of him. Zoe gulped hard and she could feel layers of sweat forming on her skin already. " Stealing stuff, Time traveling and getting involved in magic and magic books just to bring your father back is scaring me," she added hoping he would dismiss her provocative statement and reason with this one.

"Multiple intelligence sources confirm that Thornfield's destruction has triggered something we didn't anticipate." "What kind of something?" Lucian asked, immediately alert. "A coalition of the coalition," Kane said grimly. "Seven territorial governments have formed an emergency alliance. They're calling it the 'Regional Security Council,' and they've declared our community a 'terrorist organization threatening magical stability.'" The words hit like physical blows. Mira felt Aurora tense in her arms, the baby somehow sensing the shift in adult emotions. "Terrorist organization?" Elder Sage demanded, arriving with legal documents. "On what grounds?"

Fear passed over his face, but he forced it down. “They will use me to bring you back,” he said. “Do not let them. You are the one Daniel wanted free.” Lucas shook his head. “No.” The screen glitched. Soren Vale’s gentle voice spoke from somewhere behind the camera. “That is enough, Milo.” Milo’s face changed. The fear returned, stronger now. “Run,” he whispered. The video cut out. Lucas stood frozen, every part of him screaming. Then the laptop opened a new message by itself.

DAYA POV I am in shock. I can’t move. I can’t speak. All I can hear are Sage’s screams and cries of pain. Darius and Tobias are running to her. Before Darius or I could do anything, Tobias is grabbing the rogue by the neck. He slams him against a tree and without thinking, he plunges his clawed fist into the rogue’s chest. The rogue’s eyes bulge out of his head. Then he briefly smirks before Tobias ripped his heart out of his chest. Growling. Tobias stands over the rogue’s lifeless body, his hands covered in blood.

To make a thousand people submit loyalty to you can only be due to terrifying respect which definitely wasn't induced by fear because these groups are one of the rare mercenary groups that do not initiate their members. "Do you want to know how she did that?" Tess raised an eyebrow. As they were suddenly discussing the underworld, she missed the place. It had been so long since her last visit. The thrills and near death experiences she had came back to her as goosebumps shrouded the layer of her skin and excitement crawled up her eyes.