The Face Of Fear Book Novels & Stories

“I’m not running like a coward. You guys can, but I won’t.” Before any of them could say a word, I turned and pushed my way out of the hut, slamming the door behind me. The air outside was cold, sharp, biting against the heat under my skin. I stopped at the wooden fence where the horses grazed quietly, their breath ghosting into the night. The hills beyond rolled into shadows, endless and silent. I gripped the fence with both hands, letting the rough wood bite into my palms. It grounded me. Barely. Because all I could see was him. That face. That smirk. Those eyes. I didn’t need anyone to tell me what fear felt like—I already knew. I’d just never thought I’d feel it like that. Not the kind t

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.

Emily He sauntered there for a while before his stiff face melted into a smile. It felt like seeing the girls torturing themselves with fear gave him his share of peace. I didn't think he was ready to face the girls with their fear written all over their faces. The fear in their eyes only made it easy for men like this to prey on them. He came closer to me as he knew me earlier; there was something on his face that felt like I was deeply content with him.

His face twists with rage and disgust, and he kicks my chest harshly. I tumble backward to the ground, coughing up blood. Everything blurs around me, and I'm still crying like a baby. Through my tears, I see the men's faces transform into twisted, inhuman visages... like the Finns from my nightmares. "N... no! Don't... Don't come any closer!" Fear claws at my heart, making it skip several beats before racing wildly. "Don't... Please... Don't." I struggle to break free from the chair, but it's no use.

I looked up at the mirror, at the man I had become, cold, ruthless, empty. And for the first time, I felt fear. Fear that I had made a mistake I couldn’t undo. Just then, the door creaked open, and I turned sharply. My new Luna, Sierra, stood there, her face pale. She held something in her hands—a book, old and worn, the pages yellowed with time. “Darren…” Her voice trembled as she looked between the book and and I fought the urge to toll my eyes, but Sierra would not be trembling for absolutely no reason.

I could feel his hot breath travel down my face, sending shockwaves through my entire body. His eyes bore into me, sharp and unyielding. All of a sudden, I felt small, like a prey cornered by a predator, ready to pounce. This wasn’t how I envisioned our meeting. The warmth, the laughter, the gentle personality I had dreamt of now felt like nothing but a pup's whimsical fantasy. Lori howled in distress, her cries echoing my own fears and her anxiety merging with mine. I stood torn between the urge to lash out at him for hurting her and the paralyzing fear of his rejection.

Celina rushed to help me, but my scary face was what visited her, she jumped from me. "Monster!!!" She shouts. "Celina, what is wrong with you?" "Don't come anywhere close to me." She yelled distancing herself from me, the more I moved closer to her, the more distance, she created between us and fear was written all over her face. Her eyes weren't showing love but fear and disgust.

"You seem quite interested in someone's property." The gruff voice shook me to the core as I turned around with a squeal. The book was pressed against my chest as a gesture to show how scared I was. I was expecting some kind of expression that could say "You are a dead meat" but there he was standing with a small smile on his face.

I can control my feelings in front of any person but not from him. “Remember that you can never lose anything without gaining something .” He comes closer to me. “You are treating me like an unknown. Why don’t you understand that I’m part of you.” He says. “Nobody is afraid of the unknown what you really fear is the loss of the known.” I say these lines of Anthony de Mello to make him understand that he is part of me. “Don’t do this please”, he whispers into my hair. “Please not now.” He squeezes me tighter and then kiss against my forehead. I look away.

Soon, he tripped and fell clumsily on the rough path, his knees and hands stung with a sharp pain from where he fell as he scrambled in panic attempting to stand up. He hurriedly stood up, not minding the pain as he continued running away from the unknown danger which was quickly gaining on him. He felt the rush of a wind as a figure went past him stopping and turned to face him. Getting scared, he moved backwards. But the figure in front of him stretched out a bony hand reaching out to him. He wanted to run but he felt like he was paralyzed to the ground, spellbound by the terror that held him, fear taking over him as his soul was chilled at the sight of the horrific face in front of him.