Primal Fear Novels & Stories

Bright The weight of Sophia in my arms was unbearable, and I didn’t just mean her physically fragile, wounded body, but the terror that tore through me from the inside. Her breathing was short, weak, each inhale a cruel reminder that the bullet was still inside her, and that with every passing second, we could lose her. The fear was uncontrollable; it was a hurricane consuming me entirely. My heart pounded wildly as I held her trembling body against mine, feeling like the world could collapse around us and I wouldn’t care, because only she existed.

“Please, who does the scale belong to? Who took my daughter?” “Not who ... What.” Her white eyes turned toward him, toward all of us, seeing nothing, seeming to see everything. “You have been asking the wrong word, and so you have been chasing the wrong fear.” She drew her claw back and folded it against her breast as if to keep it from the scale. “This is the scale of one of the First. A primordial.”

Long, pitch-black hair frames his face under the hood, the locks leathery and oily from age. His face is handsome, but not in a pleasant way. It's like the beauty an avalanche holds. Primordial, ageless. Dangerous. And when he meets my eyes, I notice that they are as red as the blood that flows through my veins. From somewhere within me, a deep-rooted fear erupts. I've never felt such a thing before. I'm paralyzed from it, unable to move a millimeter. I've been tortured before, I've been near very death, I've seen things that no man or woman should ever witness, and I have felt fear. I'd thought I'd felt fear in every form possible up until then because the number of times I've feared for my

Whoever said exposure therapy was ideal for curing people of their fears was a sadistic fucking cunt. From the moment I met Gabriella, my greatest fear was that I would lose her. Whether it be at my own hands or due to her humanity. Nothing could have prepared me for what it would be like to feel her life slip away from mine; to feel her soul leave her body and to hold her corpse in my arms. That pain will haunt me for the rest of my life and as an immortal being, that means this ghost will be with me always.

“Don’t underestimate a mother who’s already buried two of your employers.” His jaw clenched. “Lesson two,” Ashton added, kneeling beside me. “Don’t flirt with a woman whose son nearly gutted you on sight.” And I leaned forward, my eyes burning gold. “Lesson three… never, ever, touch what belongs to me.” He flinched, just a flicker, but it was enough. I saw it. That raw, primal fear, the kind you feel in your soul when you realize you’re not in the presence of a woman anymore… but a storm wrapped in flesh. He didn’t fear death. He feared me. Because death is merciful. I am not.

Adam laughed at his, his lips returning to my neck as he pulled off his own shirt. "I think the word you're looking for is perfect," he said, his hands sliding up my skirt. "No." I said. "That's not it..." "Sexy?" "No." "Then what?" I thought about it for a moment. "Primal." Adam smiled as he pulled off his belt. "Darling, I can show you primal..."

There is nowhere in the world Alaric will go that I will not follow. “He is mine!” To the male that dared to touch even a hair on his head, I grab hold of his essence, dirty and dark and twisted. But he has nothing on me. For the first time since all those years ago, I use fear and feed it to him. It is the easiest thing to do. My biggest fear has changed, and they brought it to life. The male staggers and releases Alaric and he collapses to his knees as his eyes bulge out from their sockets, seeing things that only he can see. He starts screaming, clawing at the ground, his body, his face pale and his body shaking. He is drowning in his own greatest fears. My lips curve and I increase it tw

Shirley sneered, "You know that when this is over, I'm going to go away, Right? Don't expect me to come running to save your ass then, because I wouldn't. When did you turn into such a wimp? A sissy?" Caleb sighed involuntarily, It was the fear. Fear that they'd failed before they even began. The fear crawled up his skin, seeped into his soul, and turned his blood to ice. He shuddered again. "It's this body. It's making me weak." He murmured. Shirley smirked,

Jax looked at me with a serious expression. “Of course I do! I wasn’t born yesterday! It means when you’re scared of something, like I fear my father for example.” I through my hands up in the air. Jax chuckled and took my face in his hands softly making me look directly at him. “No honey. The word fear is more of an acronym.” I scrunched my face up in confusion. “Ok now you got me 38 shades of confuzzled fucked. Explain yourself.” Jax laughed and dropped his hands. “You’ve been hanging around Alida WAY to long hun. She’s rubbing off on you.” He said as he got up to get a pen and paper.

just like the wolf in my dream or rather my nightmare! ^FEAR^, pure unadulterated Fear is the foremost and prominent emotion I feel now when I encounter Beta Shawn. My body hurts physically, like there's this sharp piercing pain in my chest that radiates from my heart, up my left shoulder and down my left arm! I just know that can't be good.