R Fear And Hunger Novels & Stories

It’s a sight that turns my stomach. I tell myself to run, to find safety, but my feet feel rooted to the ground, paralyzed by fear. The rogue’s gaze locks onto mine, and I can see the glint of madness dancing in his eyes. He steps forward, muscles taut and ready to pounce. “Dinner,” he snarls, the word dripping with primal hunger.

She hesitated, her fingers curling slightly against her dress. “Now.” The shift in his voice was enough. Fear rose sharply within her, and she reached for the food. There was no room for refusal. At first, she ate slowly, then with growing urgency. Hunger, long suppressed, surged forward, and she ate quickly, almost desperately, afraid that refusal would bring punishment. She ate faster, fear driving her as much as the need for nourishment. The taste overwhelming her senses.

My heart lurched and I fell on the ground while holding my stomach. It was there, it was finally here-the hunger I had been dreading from. The bag was beside me, filled with blood bags, waiting for me to grab it and relish it but I feared it wouldn't be enough.

If he hadn’t shown up, I was sure Lexie would still be here today. I found my hunger had doubled since she left and I found myself having to feed more often but only on blondes that looked like her. For the first few months I would only feed but then I came across a girl that looked just like Lexie and I ordered her every time trying to fill the hunger that I had in Lexie’s absence for her. But even though the girl looked similar, the taste wasn’t the same and it never satisfied me one hundred percent.

Bodies—lifeless, motionless. The thick scent of blood and smoke, burning my lungs. And then— Her. My daughter. Standing in front of me, wide-eyed, trembling. Her small hands curled into fists, fear written all over her tiny face. And me? I was reaching for her Fingers stretching forward, trembling, shaking— But not with love. Not with the need to comfort. With **hunger**. A deep, primal hunger that wasn’t mine. Or maybe it was. I sucked in a breath, forcing my eyes open. The ceiling above me blurred and wavered. My hands trembled as I pressed them against my face, rubbing at the cold sweat that clung to my skin.

All he wanted to right now is a safe and a peaceful environment for his beloved wife Hazel. The humans ranking system is divide into 8 ranks. After awakening most warriors are ranked on the starting point. It's called beginner's phase which is rank F, E, D. Each level has a difficulty. According to the research organization F is the lowest rank point and has the ability to fight a lowly level monsters//demon/alien. But each level has a huge gap.

Kendra's POV I don't know how long it's been since Ryker took me. I haven't seen much of him just his stupid henchmen. They bring me food and water but I hardly touch it. I drink the water to keep me hydrated but I refuse to eat anything because I am afraid that it may be drugged. The door opened and Hunter stood in the doorway. "I see you haven't eaten again. Look, Kendra, I know that you don't trust us but you have to eat." I just looked at him then looked away. He picked up the tray of food and walked back to the door. "Fine have it your way. I'm sure Ryker will be thrilled to know that you are refusing to eat." He closed the door behind him and I just curled up into a ball the best I cou

My shoulders are tense, my posture a little too guarded. She deserves young. Uncomplicated. Easy. My stomach knots. I remember how she looked the last time I held her. Lips parted. Hair tangled. Whispering Don’t stop, not now, not later. I want to be yours. Completely. I’d never seen anything more beautiful. I’d never felt anything more terrifying. That was the night everything changed. And now, I feel like I’m standing at the edge of something again. Not passion this time. But fear. I go to the living room and drop into the couch, rubbing my hands over my face.

Her fear melted slightly, replaced by trust, by something tender and unspoken. “I… I don’t want to lose you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “You won’t,” he murmured back. “Not as long as I’m here.” And in that quiet aftermath, amidst fear, adrenaline, and uncertainty, something shifted between them—a fragile, blooming connection, a silent promise, and the unspoken knowledge that they would face whatever came next together.

NOVA Rhydar is fussing over me like a worried mother hen, and yes, my body is reacting. Badly. But, unfortunately, my mind is fixated on the half-eaten lamb meat on my plate. Did they really have to ring that stupid alarm now? Now of all times? Rhydar is focused, a slight crease in his brows. Our proximity is making me dizzy. I still don't understand the urgency of the situation and why he suddenly seems like he's...worried about me. And that is really strange.