Tera Trace Of Fear Novels & Stories

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

A current of fear that crept from my chest down my spine like an alarm that never really shuts off. I stayed still in his arms. But under that calm, my head was thundering. The threats still echoed. The sound of glass shattering, people screaming, Kyara’s terrified face… I remembered it all too clearly. And that message...the warning meant for me cut deeper than any burn. A message full of threats, from an unknown number, vanishing before I could trace it. Like a ghost. Like a shadow that always knew where I was, always one step closer than I thought.

"Perfect. Now try something harder. Project fear. Not at me, just into the empty space. Show me you can control the emotion without targeting anyone." She hesitated. "I don't like being scared." "I know. But sometimes showing predators that you're dangerous stops them from attacking. Fear is a powerful deterrent." "Can I try with you watching? So I know it won't hurt anyone?" "Of course. I'll tell you if it's working." Elara closed her eyes and concentrated. I felt the room's emotional temperature shift, happiness draining away, replaced by something colder. Anxiety crept up my spine, vague dread that had no specific source.

“We're being hunted.” He stared at me for a long moment. Then his expression hardened. “You're being paranoid.” “I'm not.” “We've had patrols out all week. No sign of Lycans. No sign of the rogue king."“Then your patrols missed something.” “Lyra—” “Nicholas, please.” I grabbed his arm. “Just listen to me. For one moment, stop treating me like a scared omega and listen.” His eyes flicked down to my hand on his arm. Then back to my face.

I walked back in the dungeons corridors with out fear but as soon as I entered flashes began to flow in my head. The painful flashes came back to me. Every memory , the sounds , the smells , the fears. Thoughts were running in my head , where we ran to with Dr Tracy. She was no where to be seen. They took her body away

I would love to see Luna Ashley and Alpha Louis again, but it has to be them and only them until I can decipher what this prophecy means. Tay sat still blinking at me; every so often, his mouth would open and then close again. His emotions began to flood inside of me. He felt scared, angry, and protective. The feeling that lingered the longest was fear; he was scared of losing me. I crouched down, peering up at him. "I'm not going anywhere just yet. The enemy has to catch me first." “That doesn't make it any better.” Tay sulked. “At least now you know why I am reluctant to leave the house. It's the fear of the unknown. Plus, it was my first night back with you, and I wanted you to myself a l

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.

Tara's heart fluttered, when she observed him marching in her direction, she covered her mouth with her palms, sweat beads appeared on her temples, and her eyes expanded in dread. Every forwarding step of his, building an uninhibited fright in her, mind covered with every possible most horrible thought about her upcoming situation, her black doe eyes appearing damp. What if she gets caught…??? **************