Primal Fear Novels & Stories

•KILLIAN• I could feel her whimpers and shiver from fear under me, the primal fear from her scent clogged the air as my body pressed on her, and warmed with heat in each passing moment I could hear her every heartbeat and breath, “ please” she whimpered to me pathetically, the way she was behaving like an actual virgin made me annoyed, maybe she had never been touched by a man before.

Rationality gave way to primal instinct, and I found myself teetering on the precipice of hysteria, teetering between fight and flight. All my senses were heightened, hyper aware of every flicker, every movement, no matter how insignificant. Each soft gust of wind became a malicious breath against my skin, each distant creak a malicious step drawing closer. The world around me felt unstable, a treacherous terrain that could crumble beneath my trembling feet at any moment. Fear had become my constant companion, a suffocating presence that clung to me like a second skin, refusing to loosen its grip.

He felt like throwing up or passing out or a terrible combination of the two. Becca cleared her mind and stepped into the room with no hesitation. She was nervous; she never had a boyfriend before and now her best friend is gonna be expected to kiss her at the least. She took a breath as Demitri stepped in the room, locking the door behind him. They stood in silence for a bit, then both sat on the bed. It was awkward, but they needed to stay put for seven minutes. "I'm sorry, I know you hate dares like this." Becca said and brought her knees to her chest. Demitri shook his head.

I felt my cheeks begin to burn for no reason. I stood up in fear. "Don't hurt me, please. I'm innocent! I didn't shoot you!" I exclaimed, anxiety sets in as I stepped back. He fixed his glasses and turned to the bodyguard. With a wave of his hand, the bodyguard stepped out and closed the door. I gulped. "What do you want?!" I shouted, unable to hide my fear. These people weren't who they appeared to be to the public. I now knew they were involved in a lot more.

Hearing the whistle the animal stopped its snarling, let the fabric fall from its jaw and sat staring at the frightened girl waiting for its next set of orders. “Fear is a crippling thing. It causes us to lose focus and panic, our only concern is fight or flight instincts. We forget how to think logically and rationally. It makes us prey, and what lovely prey you are my dear.” The cold voice spoke from the shadows of the night, sending her fear into overdrive.

For a moment, he smiled. The Fearless had returned. But this time… he wasn't standing alone. And somewhere beneath the city— a second heartbeat began. THUMP. Then another. THUMP. Then a third. Hazel looked at Jae. “What's down there?” Jae didn't answer. Because he already knew. And for the first time since returning to Earth… Jae Gray looked genuinely afraid. TO BE CONTINUED…

🦪 DORA 🦪 The first time I truly understand fear is when Dale Lazarus’s arms lock around me like iron bars, his breath hot against the back of my neck. I should run. I should scream. But my body betrays me before my mind can catch up.

“You can’t teach the Primal! It’s not conscious like the Sources. It’s pure appetite. It doesn’t think. It just is.” “Everything thinks. Even if just barely. Even if just instinct. Instinct can be redirected.” Lena dropped her weapon. Walked straight at the Primal. “I’m betting everything on that being true.” “Lena, don’t!” She ignored Finn. Ignored the silver Source shouting warnings. Walked right up to the darkness and stopped. The Primal loomed over her. Bigger than mountains. Darker than space. So vast she couldn’t see where it ended.

But at that moment, everything felt so hasty, so violently fast, that the shift never truly registered. All I felt was fear. It was a multifaceted, suffocating thing that clawed at the inside of my ribcage. I felt the chemical fear of the drug beginning to erode the edges of my sanity, making my skin feel like a live wire. There was the fear of the impending heat. I felt the hollow, gut-wrenching fear for Ilya, and the frantic fear for my daughter, who was somewhere out there without me. And lastly, there was the primal fear of fire. It was a phobia that had lived in the marrow of my bones since I was a child, a memory of orange light and the smell of tobacco

A low, vibrating sound started deep in her chest, a deep recognition that made every wolf in the room drop to their knees. "Mate," Naelis growled, the word vibrating with a power that shook the furniture in the room. The silence that followed was even more deafening than before. Silas actually choked on his own spit, his eyes bulging so far out of his head it looked like they might pop. "What?" he screamed, his voice two octaves higher than usual. Jamie was staring at them with a look of pure, unmasked terror. The idea of two primordials being fated mates was a thing of legends, the kind of legends that usually ended in the destruction of entire continents.