Primal Fear Novels & Stories

Look what I can do. Fear hit me. I'd been afraid before. When I first shifted. When I hurt Maya. When Thomas died. But this was different. This was primal, animal terror that bypassed my brain and went straight to my spine. Every cell in my body screamed run, hide, get away from that thing with the light. My legs wouldn't move. "Selene!" The name came out as a shriek. "Selene, what are you doing? SELENE!" The figure didn't move. The baby's legs swayed slightly, like whoever held it had shifted their weight. The light never wavered from my eyes. "SELENE!" * * *

“Piece by piece. I will unravel the Sinclairs. The world sees a perfect family, a legacy of wealth and power. But I see the cracks. The lies. The arrogance. Every secret, every hidden betrayal… I will expose it. And when the dust settles, they will realize that fear… is the only truth they’ve ever known.” He straightened, pacing slowly around her again. “Do you know the beauty of fear, Lilian?” Lilian’s lips trembled, but she whispered, “No…” He smiled faintly, almost kindly. “It’s… honest. Fear cannot pretend. It cannot hide. It is raw, unfiltered. And when someone experiences it—really experiences it—they cannot go back. It consumes them. It reshapes them. And when I strike at the Sinclair

How— Priscilla tilted her head, as if plucking the thought from my mind. “You wonder how I know?” she whispered. “I may have overheard your sweet little conversation with Daddy.” My breath caught in my throat, my chest tightening as though invisible chains wrapped around me. I felt Fear. Real, raw fear. The kind I had only ever felt standing before Father or before Mr. X. But Priscilla? My lapdog? How dare my body betray me like this.

His fury feels familiar, and it has never ended well for me. Suddenly, he rises , towering, furious , and kicks the nightstand. It explodes into splinters. Shards of wood slice through the air, scratching my face. No sound leaves my lips; I am too stunned. My fingers tremble as they brush the shallow cuts. Drops of blood trail down to my mouth. The metallic taste brings me back to reality, and tears spill again, mingling with crimson. Deep down, I know my wolf genes will heal these wounds soon enough. He stands motionless beside the bed. I don’t dare look up, terrified the next strike will be mine. Power radiates from him , not just physical, but primal, like the very earth would bend beneat

This has to be how Lenox feels when he gets closer to his chosen victims every time. If anything, I must admit the feeling is.. Well, it’s quite unexpected - empowering and all consuming. Seeing the fear in her eyes, smelling the fear in the small room and hearing her rapid heartbeat awakens something primal inside me. It’s a dormant thing that feels almost like an instinct and screams louder than my wolf does. “Attack,” it screams and repeats it over and over again. “Attack, attack, ATTACK!” I freeze as my hand stretches towards her, just a second before I grab her throat, managing to stop myself before I do something I can’t come back from.

Everything intensifies. I was just given VIP access into the deepest parts of Daya’s mind, body, and soul. I see flashes of memories from her childhood. Daya is playing with her sisters when they were young. Her parents are holding each other while her mother is sick. Daya’s mother is telling her to be strong and brave. Her father is sending Daya and her sisters away; all five of them are crying. Daya meets Sage. Daya gets her wolf and has her first shift. I see her first time in battle; her first time taking a life. All of it. I see all of her. And I realize that she is seeing all of me too.

"He's changed hasn't he. I hadn't noticed it until the other night when you left. He lost control but not in the way that you think. You did something unexpected beyond his gaze and it infuriated him." "What are you talking about? Just tell me already," I raised my voice slightly, feeling frustrated and agitated. I just wanted somebody to say the words that I had been in denial about since the moment his knee connected with my father's skull. "Prime has awakened," he said the three dreaded words. "How do you know that," I asked slowly, watching the swirls of the mark on my arm. It vaguely resembled the at symbol but had more swirls that formed more letters. There was an 'a' and what looked l

Tuesday, April 19, 2022 5: 10 p.m. I’m on my counter, receiving orders again, and looking here and there, if he is here or not. I’m too afraid of him. I’m thinking about him all the time that why he is here. I can’t focus on my work and my body is still shivering. My hands are shaking while writing orders. But I have to do work. I can’t leave. I fear that if I go to home now and if he is here, he will follow me up to the home and I don’t want it to happen.

I grew scared and nervous, I have never done it but I don't want him to know. "Than ever"I said. He positioned himself in between my legs,he looked at me one again asking for permission. I nodded before he thrust in. The pain I felt felt like a million pieces of pins were put in me ,he went stiff. I didn't want him to Stop.I urged him to go on,the pain quickly disappeared and was replaced with pleasure.I moaned out his name. We continued moaning till I felt myself being hit by what I felt before. I shaked violently,as soon as I did, I felt him pour in me.

It was the most intense fear response I had ever had, even worse than when I was in the burning school. I tasted copper on my tongue like I had just licked a handful of pennies, my stomach churned and knotted and my skin was simultaneously tingling, hot and clammy. I slowly put the shampoo bottle back and looked around the aisle, looking for anything that would make sense for this reaction. I knew it wasn’t a PTSD flash, my therapist had been teaching me how to work through that, this wasn’t an anxiety attack or a panic attack or anything of the like. This was a pure and primal fear response. My body was telling me I had something close that I was terrified of