Primal Fear Novels & Stories

"I'll tell you what, we will take him to our cellar, and you can torture him for weeks." "You sure do know how to make a girl's heart flutter." I laughed at her. Killian and Maddox walked in, and Ellen shimmered us to the middle of the battle. "Ellen, shimmer this douche back to the pack while we finish this once and for all," Killian ordered. They ran into the fight. I ran in, snapping necks in my human form, not bothering to shift. I found Axel slumped against a tree, his leg broken, gashes and cuts all over his body. He was barely alive. I kneeled down and placed my hands over his body, but he wasn't healing. He started shaking and foaming at the mouth. I focused harder on healing him, sh

“If you can survive and overcome your fear then you win and I lose. You can defeat me and walk away. But if your fear defeats you…………… “What happened????????” Stefanie asks. “I feed in you and I’ll collect your soul. Your mind will be paralyzed just like you are dead and you can’t go back.” His voice became the rules. Silence echoed the whole room. The fear creeps up in my head down in my body. This is the final verdict of our lives and we have a choice to live with it. So far no one had ever backed out of a dare. I didn’t want to be the first one to do so.

He grinned at Eiden. Eiden was frozen on the spot. Her body trembled with fear. Sweat began to pour out. His heart felt like it was being slammed. Tears began to fall from her eyes. The music player played on its own. Eiden turned his head to the music player and when he looked forward again, the evil had disappeared. Eiden breathed a sigh of relief, but he was wrong. He was still there! The door locked by itself and the flashlight on the smartphone suddenly turned off. Eiden was startled and before he could react, a pair of hands pulled his legs and made him fall.

Chapter 13- Warning Fear is a primitive human emotion. It can alert a person in presence of danger or threat of harm. Elise who saw the person who was the cause of her fear gritted her teeth. She doesn’t want to feel threatened just because she saw the villain. Elise tried her best to calm down and fight the abnormal fear developing inside her. It’s in my mind... Elise wanted to act as normal as possible but her voice broke talking with Nero. "Nero, C-can we get out of here fast? I think I'm not recovered yet. I feel tired now."

No one had ever asked her that before. The silence stretched. Then she whispered a word. Fear. Arielle frowned. That's what you want to call yourself? The woman nodded. It is the first thing I feel. Arielle understood. Then Fear it is. The woman closed her eyes. Fear. She repeated it as if learning a new language. I am Fear. The universe trembled. But this time, it did not break. Fear opened her eyes. And Arielle realized something. The Primordial had not been defeated.

It was the visceral, primal reaction of a girl who had never in her life woken up with a man next to her, let alone a predator. Yet, despite the paralyzing fear rolling off her in waves, she didn’t scream. She didn’t clumsily scramble away or try to fight my hold. She remained perfectly, deathly still beneath the crushing weight of my arm, her breath catching in her throat as she waited for the monster to make the first move.

Fernando watched every expression that crossed her face. Warm tears streamed down her pale cheeks, chilled by the night air. His chest tightened violently, burning with an unfamiliar emotion, one he had never experienced in his entire life, not even when he had stood on the brink of bankruptcy. And for the first time in Fernando's life, true, primal fear consumed him. It filled his chest until even breathing became difficult. He wasn't afraid of losing the legitimate heir his family desperately wanted. Nor was he afraid of violating the legal clauses of the contract they had both signed.

By the time Ethan left the club, dawn was beginning to stain the horizon gray. He returned home as the world woke. The front door opened softly. She was awake. Lily stood in the corner of the hall, frozen, eyes wide with terror the moment she saw him. She retreated instinctively, back pressing against the wall, arms wrapping around herself as if expecting a blow. Fear—raw and unfiltered. It should have satisfied him. It didn’t. Ethan took a step forward. She flinched. In that instant, memory surged—her lies, her calculated affection, the way she had looked at him before everything fell apart. The same fear could be another act. Another performance.

Célia Fear finally arrives. A white, pure fear. Primordial. It nails me in place, near the door. My back seeks the solid wood, an illusion of protection. He stands. The screech of the chair is a scream in the silence. He walks around the desk. His movements have a terrible fluidity, a predator's. There is no more thought in his eyes. Only a bare, burning intent. My mind screams "flee" but my body is stone. I back up until I feel the solid spines of the books against my shoulder blades. A wall. No escape.

A low, guttural moan escaped him, a sound of pure, unprocessed dread. "Damien!" I gasped, instinctively reaching out, my own fear spiking. "Breathe! Look at me, just breathe!" I touched his arm, his skin icy cold and clammy beneath my fingers. He flinched violently, recoiling from my touch as if burned, scrambling sideways on the sofa, putting distance between us. His eyes flew open, wild, unfocused, filled with a primal fear that had nothing to do with me and everything to do with the crushing, inescapable pressure bearing down on him.