The Primal Fears Novels & Stories

A man’s voice shouted after her. The moment his scent hit me, my body reacted violently, shaking uncontrollably, seized with a deep, primal fear. This body remembered a traumatic scent. Alpha Pheromones. My breathing became ragged as my weakened body instinctively responded to the overwhelming pheromones radiating from him. The scent struck me like a tidal wave, unleashing a deep, primal fear buried within this fragile body. The woman, Candice, rushed to my side, her eyes widening in horror at the sight of my battered, naked form. “Miss, are you okay?” she asked, but gasped audibly as she took in the full extent of my condition.

“Don’t underestimate a mother who’s already buried two of your employers.” His jaw clenched. “Lesson two,” Ashton added, kneeling beside me. “Don’t flirt with a woman whose son nearly gutted you on sight.” And I leaned forward, my eyes burning gold. “Lesson three… never, ever, touch what belongs to me.” He flinched, just a flicker, but it was enough. I saw it. That raw, primal fear, the kind you feel in your soul when you realize you’re not in the presence of a woman anymore… but a storm wrapped in flesh. He didn’t fear death. He feared me. Because death is merciful. I am not.

Fear is a reaction. Courage is a decision. – Winston Churchill. CAMELLIA All I could hear was the sound of my screams. Fear hit me at the same time the body did, slamming me hard into the floor. The impact stole the air from my lungs, pain rushing through me so sharp I couldn’t even breathe. I blinked up in panic, catching quick, broken glimpses of the figure above me. His eyes were red, glowing like embers in the dark and his teeth—too sharp, too long, glinting when his lips curled back. He looked human, but nothing about him felt human in that moment.

“Please, who does the scale belong to? Who took my daughter?” “Not who ... What.” Her white eyes turned toward him, toward all of us, seeing nothing, seeming to see everything. “You have been asking the wrong word, and so you have been chasing the wrong fear.” She drew her claw back and folded it against her breast as if to keep it from the scale. “This is the scale of one of the First. A primordial.”

“Only the boss gets to do that.” The man pinning me down hesitated before finally releasing me, and I stayed where I was, frozen. Fear rooted me to the floor even as their grumbled curses filled the air as they left one by one. “You can get up now,”This Pravaya said, his tone flat, his gaze never leaving my face. But I couldn’t move. My pants hung loose around my thighs, my wrists raw and throbbing behind my back. Shame mingled with the fear, and I couldn’t force myself to rise.

My scream pierced the night as he pinned me to the ground, claws digging into my shoulders, pain shooting through my skin like fire. I could feel the weight of him, a massive presence that crushed me into the floor, and the ferocity of his growls reverberated in my chest, raw and unrelenting. “Bryan!” I cried out again, my voice a desperate plea. Panic surged through me, fighting against the instinctual urge to freeze. I could see the conflict swirling in his eyes—the remnants of the man I know trapped behind the primal instincts of the wolf. I fought against the fear tearing

he asks me, furrowing my eyebrows and taking another step towards me. Then, at that moment, a scream escapes from the depths of my throat as I cower and, millisecond after the fact, a grouping of images begins to streak before my eyes. I see the fear specialists killing Belasko, the main product that Angel and Sasha watched in the copyist's night, and a group of crows advancing from inside his chest; Sassa in her room, totally terrified and trying to close her ceiling window before a hand yanks the seat she's on; I see fear specialists appearing in Dark Potland and passing by the Angels' vehicle while they're stuck in trouble; each of the young people who grabbed and transformed in their exa

"He's changed hasn't he. I hadn't noticed it until the other night when you left. He lost control but not in the way that you think. You did something unexpected beyond his gaze and it infuriated him." "What are you talking about? Just tell me already," I raised my voice slightly, feeling frustrated and agitated. I just wanted somebody to say the words that I had been in denial about since the moment his knee connected with my father's skull. "Prime has awakened," he said the three dreaded words. "How do you know that," I asked slowly, watching the swirls of the mark on my arm. It vaguely resembled the at symbol but had more swirls that formed more letters. There was an 'a' and what looked l

His primal instincts were trying to claw their way out, wanting to fulfill and carry on with the deed but his mind was still trying to fight it, fueled by the fear and anger towards himself upon seeing the scratch and bruises on the woman’s body. Wrapping her hands around the man's neck, Karilaya was able to support her body, now sitting on top of him. Max froze as his breathing started becoming deeper. “Stay with me, stay and make love to me,” she pleaded not removing her eyes from him. “My lady,” Max almost whimpered feeling his cock suddenly engorged and his primal senses raged on upon hearing that. Yet somehow, something was keeping his draconian instincts at bay. It was as if the woman’

FEAR. It is the most basic human emotion and in Aiden's case the most common too. He was pretty much scared of everything, but his fear increased ten fold after he met Dylan Hunt. CONTROL. It is the one thing which Dylan needed in his life. Whatever he did he wanted the things to be in his control. He never listened to anyone not even his parents. So, the moment he laid his eyes on Aiden he had the urge to control this fearful innocent boy.