R Fear And Hunger Novels & Stories

“Feels nice.” “It won’t last,” he whispered. “But for now… yes.” They all ate as though they hadn’t seen real food in weeks. Fenrak devoured two plates like a starving wolf. Violet kept refilling Rhea’s cup, and Marek kept sneaking pieces of bread to the pups wandering the halls. For a brief moment, Rhea thought: We could live like this. After all of it is over… maybe we could have nights like these. But the warmth came with a shadow. They all felt it. A sense of something looming.

"But desperate. They wouldn't be pressing borders this aggressively if they were in control. Confidence drives them forward, yes, but it's hunger that drags them by the throat." He paused, letting his words settle like an unwelcome chill. "My scouts report shortages in their feeding lines. Their numbers grow in the shadows, swelling beyond what their current resources can sustain. And hunger... hunger makes even the sharpest predator reckless." His gaze swept across the table, catching each king and luna in turn. "They've already begun spilling into the human realm, ignoring our treaty with their governments."

I opted to forgo the stale food, giving my portion to Liah instead since I didn't like it one bit and the fact that I couldn't eat even if I wanted to since my output was very little. My stomach growled in protest as the sight of the unappetizing food passing me by was almost too much to bear. The thought of succumbing to hunger and losing my dignity was revolting. Liah's words echoed in my mind: soon, I'd be so ravenous that I'd disregard the taste and quality of food, just to fill my stomach. The prospect terrified me, and I knew I had to escape this nightmare before it was too late. The thought of becoming a mindless, fearful minion, blindly following the alpha, was abhorrent.

"What do you mean so soon? Didn't you get the fever as much as I have been?" He looked at her with amazement. "No dear, I didn't. What you drained from me the other night should have kept the hunger at bay for at least another month!" She looked at him in confusion and fear. "I am a little scared and you should be as well." She said as she started to run out to her car. He quickly followed. "Why should I be scared?" She stopped running long enough to face him. When she did so he saw that it was too late to keep the hunger at bay with anything other than human blood. "You should be scared because I'm starving!"

It’s a fever I can’t shake, a hunger that eats reason until I’m left raw and shaking. Every nerve ending is tuned to him. The whisper of breath against my neck when he leans in close. The weight of his palm on my hip, hot, claiming, cruelly steady. I’m not afraid. I’m starving. “Ronan…” I breathe, helpless, wrecked already. The sound of his name on my tongue makes him snarl.

I am William and Hydrophobia is my waterloo it is the fear of water. This is my childhood nightmare during a summer morning of 1997 I was a little weak child. I jumped into a deep blue sea with my friends when suddenly the current change and I felt suffocated when the water entered my mouth and my body collapsed until I was drowned. I thought I was dead but my sister saved me from the trouble. Back then I’m helpless and I got a phobia with water. My mother forbids me to swim in the river, lakes, and other saltwater regions because the crocodile might eat me. Every time my feet reached different kinds of bodies of water: sea, river, pond, and lakes my whole body trembled and my heart palpitat

I‌ didn’‌t need to touch Falcon⁠e’s‌ empire to hurt him now because I already had the on⁠e thing that matter‌ed. I returned my‍ atte‌ntion to the live feed. Lila shifted slig⁠htly, he‍r shoulders‍ r‍ising with a shallow breath. Hun⁠ger gnawed at her and fear pressed in but still she didn’t reach‌ for the bread. S‌he didn’t c⁠rawl and she didn’t beg.

A violent shiver ran through me, dread and dark, twisted hunger twisting together low in my belly. The night was far from over. And Raymond was only getting started.

She didn’t expect Leif to be this sharp—catching on to her slip in just a few words. Rael glanced at both of them. That strange, stifling feeling returned, and he finally couldn’t take it anymore. “Hello? Can you two maybe spare a thought for me? I’m still here, you know?!” Leif: “…” Raina: “…” A beat later, Leif suddenly asked, “Hungry?” Rael immediately nodded like a chicken pecking rice. “Starving! Fighting—uh, I mean, smashing stuff takes a lot of energy. I’ve been hungry for ages.”

The casual way she discusses my upcoming torture and death sends ice through my veins, but I keep my expression neutral. I've learned to hide my fear behind a mask of defiance, and I won't break that facade now. Not for Rochelle, not for anyone. "Besides," she continues, settling back onto her stool, "you must be absolutely starving by now. When was the last time you had a proper meal? Days? Weeks? This lovely soup smells divine, doesn't it?" She's right about the hunger—my stomach feels like it's eating itself, and the smell of food is torture in its own right. But the Mother Ghost Wolf's warning echoes in my mind, and I can almost see the corruption writhing through every bite.