Primal Fear Novels & Stories

A primal instinct screamed within me, urging me to flee, to escape the clutches of this horrifying apparition. A bloodcurdling screech tore through my throat, the sound raw and filled with unadulterated terror. The shrillness of my own voice startled me, amplifying the fear that coursed through my veins. But I couldn't control it; the scream was a desperate plea for salvation from the impending danger that loomed before me.

It felt like something from the dawn of creation, a primordial beast—the kind that could swallow mountains and devour the sun whole, the kind whose rage alone could bring all the realms to ruin. "I couldn't make out what it really was, but that pressure was so terrifying. I was 300 feet away, and my soul nearly shattered where I stood. I have never felt so much fear before. It felt as if I was looking at the most ancient and primal force in all of existence!" Jorrell was trembling so violently by the end that his body gave out. Collapsing flat against the ground, he pressed his forehead into the stone and didn't dare to breathe. On the rocking chair behind him, Sylas had gone completely stil

I think we’d be better off dead’ ‘There’s no way I’m dying without even doing anything for my father, so don’t you think about it’ They didn’t come out yet. Only the growls sounded again. This time, more feral than the last. It made a chill run down her spine. The growls got closer and she saw their pairs of glowing eyes first before they slowly came out of the darkness, completely surrounding her. But it wasn’t that she was outnumbered that made her scared, but the beasts. What stood in front and surrounded her here was the most feared rogue beast of their kind. The Primordials! They were bigger than what she had seen in books with shiny red eyes and black fur, They had a creepy aura that m

When he clicked on the sentence, he was taken to another page, featuring the image of a man embracing a weeping woman and a paragraph: Maybe you’ve lost someone to violence, or perhaps you have been the victim of a violent crime. Either way, your life has been altered and a hole has been punched open in your world. Through it comes the most malignant, destructive monster of all: FEAR. More vicious than any violent criminal, more evil than the deeds of any killer, fear will rob you of what’s left of your life. There’s only one way out of the haunted forest: You must go through. You must face what you most fear. We can show you how.

I let fear rule my life I can’t let that happen any more. And I will not let him put me in that place I am a Luna and I need to start acting like it even when it comes to him we are equals and he is going to learn that he is going to start treating me like i deserve. 1

When her mother was lulling her to sleep that night, she read the expression on her face and interpreted it right-Fear "What are you scared of?" She asked softly "What I'll see on the night before my birthday" she answered with a small voice. "Don't worry, it won't be bad this time, I'll pray for you" and then her mother prayed until she fell asleep.

You can’t bottle up your emotions and not expect something to go wrong. For all the calm I can summon there is a side of me that hungers for the hunt. Yearns to see the fear in my prey’s eyes; a primal part of me that lurks deep in the darkest recesses of my mind thirsting for blood, and Davina here just woke that beast. A beast I am more than willing to let come out and play. “Who were you calling yours?” I ask in a low threatening voice wrapped in a growl. Her head is bowed in submission, her body shaking uncontrollably with fear as sweat is clinging to her brow. The scent of her fear is tickling my nose and egging me on.

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.

My fingers curled, twitching for release. I leaned in close, my hands circling his neck, and shot a thought. The heat flowed from my temples, coating my skin in crimson, thrumming like a pulse beneath my palms. But I didn’t burst him. Not yet. His eyes were still shut. I tightened my grip. My thumbs pressed into his windpipe. His body spasmed, choking, struggling back to life. His eyelids flew open, and the terror—that beautiful terror—bloomed. I savored it. The pure, primal fear.

“By morning you’re going to beg me to keep you. You’re going to thank me for breaking in and ruining this pussy for every other man alive.” Three fingers now. Stretching me wider. Scissoring while his thumb grinds my clit. My body locks, right there, and he pulls away again. I scream into the pillow. Tears soak the fabric. My body is shaking and my mind is fracturing, fear dissolving into need, resistance melting into desperate, primal want.