Tera Trace Of Fear Novels & Stories

Tyler’s POV Fear. Raw and pure fear. The kind of fear that consumed me was something unexpected. It was a wave of intense feelings running through me, threatening to drown me in its suffocating grip. I had always considered myself a confident and composed individual, but now, faced with the consequences of my actions, I found myself questioning everything.

Estevan lowered his voice into a whisper. “Her fear?” Estevan sighed. “It’s one of the greatest hindrances in uniting the three pillars of the soul. You see, fear corrupts the mind, prevents the body from taking actions, and takes control over the emotions. If you won’t try overcoming your fear, Larice, you won’t remember anything from your past.”

Ares. Warmth rushes up through the falling void, curling around my ribs, my spine, my chest, pulling at me like a tether anchored in my soul. His fear hits me first. Raw, unfiltered, violent fear. Not for himself for us. A second pulse follows a plea buried inside it: Come back. Come back. Come back. I swallow a sob as the gold wraps tighter. Clara’s fingers squeeze mine. “It’s him… he’s trying to pull us through…”

The cold voice spoke from the shadows of the night, sending her fear into overdrive. Her breathing ragged and her heart beating frantically, she searched wild-eyed for the source of the cold voice in the shadows of the cemetery. Her pupils drowned out the clear grey of her eyes, her cheeks flushed from the running, her chest heaving from her laboured breaths, causing her cleavage to become dangerously close to spilling from her dress, her pale skin scratched and dirty from the branches and the mud she fell in, her hair was a tangled mess of curls full of small twigs and fall leaves. He found her fear delicious. He stalked her from the shadows, chuckling darkly as each snap of a twig caused h

His mere presence is chilling. I fear like never before squeezing my chest and I take a few steps back. "You can't escape. Tiara. Never."

Her heart felt like it was going to bore a hole right through her chest and her knees went weak, forcing her to put both hands onto the cooling unit to keep from falling. The man crunched his way toward the building. He would cast a wary glance over his shoulder every once in a while, but otherwise seemed relatively calm. Tracy, on the other hand, was experiencing a whole new level of fear. Her skin tingled and her mouth went dry. She knew damn well what he was there for. He was going to kill Mr. Hayes. The dreams said as much. He walked past Tracy's hiding place and beyond the edge of the building. Tracy closed her eyes and swallowed before forcing herself to follow. She crept along the wal

He scream in fears immediately. ***** T b c

"Come on, it can't be that bad. Let me in I'll help you get it sorted." Logan's fear rose around him like spikes. It was such a strong emotion she could almost smell it like the whiff of a skunk. She wrinkled her nose and tried to not cough. Logan glanced over his shoulder at her. "What's wrong? You're not even in there yet." "What are you afraid of?" Trisha asked as she rubbed her nose. Logan's eyes widened and he leaned closer to her. "Wait, you sensed my fear? Did you smell my fear scent? How? You're not exactly a wolf." He cocked his head to the side. "I'm going to have to ask Lauren about this."

Protected and Feared. Then the vision stopped. The fae’s smile faded. “One of your triad is not what he believes himself to be. His blood holds secrets even his ancestors buried.” The words rang in my ears. “Who could it be, Trenton...?” The fae turned away, already fading. “The bond will only survive if you face what you fear. But beware—truth always comes with pain.” And just like that, it was gone with no trace. Not even a scent.