The Primal Fears Novels & Stories

“Not Void. Not pack. Something old. Something that lived before wolves and even before the realms were split.” Eryndor staggered backwards, almost falling. “The Primordials,” he whispered with eyes wide in terror. Dax cursed. “You’re telling me there’s something in existence that is far worse than the Void?” Aria whispered, “My child is afraid of them.” That terrified everyone more than anything else. That night, Aria had a dream. She saw fire, roots and stars tearing apart. She woke screaming in fear. Dax held her until her breathing returned to normal.

“Nice wolves…” The larger one snarls viciously. The sound rips through me, primal and soul-deep, and I scream, the sheer force of my fear sending me stumbling backward. My spine slams into rough bark, the tree behind me suddenly feeling like a prison wall. My breath comes in quick, panicked bursts, the cold air burning my throat. Oh God. They step closer, their movements slow and predatory, muscles rippling beneath their dark fur. Their eyes—one pair a bloody, murderous red, the other a cold abyss of nothingness—lock onto me, tracking my every flinch, every tremor.

Jane. Her name echoed in my mind like a primal scream, her presence a constant, pulsating force that I couldn't ignore. My heart raced with a mixture of fear and urgency, a primal instinct urging me to action. I felt a strange sensation coursing through my veins, a tingling warmth that spread from the tips of my fingers to the depths of my soul. And then, without warning, it happened. My body convulsed, muscles contorting and shifting as I underwent a transformation unlike anything I had ever experienced before.

There is nowhere in the world Alaric will go that I will not follow. “He is mine!” To the male that dared to touch even a hair on his head, I grab hold of his essence, dirty and dark and twisted. But he has nothing on me. For the first time since all those years ago, I use fear and feed it to him. It is the easiest thing to do. My biggest fear has changed, and they brought it to life. The male staggers and releases Alaric and he collapses to his knees as his eyes bulge out from their sockets, seeing things that only he can see. He starts screaming, clawing at the ground, his body, his face pale and his body shaking. He is drowning in his own greatest fears. My lips curve and I increase it tw

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.

"And I need you to understand that I am not the same person you remember. I am trying to be. But I cannot. Too much has happened." Damien reached across the table and took her small hand in his large one. "We trust you. We will listen. And we will never expect you to pretend to be someone you are not just to make us comfortable." "Even if who I am now scares you sometimes?" "Even then." Elena nodded slowly. "Okay. Then I need to tell you what I learned. All of it. Because the Primes are not the only threat we are facing." We spent the next several hours listening to Elena explain what she had discovered during her time in the Prime compound. The information was disturbing and detailed and pa

There was no specific, tangible threat, only the raw, primal terror of my new reality. As I struggled to breathe, the faces of the people I once trusted now swam before my eyes, distorted and grotesque. My vision tunneled, the edges of the room dissolving into a swirling vortex of shadows, each shadow a reminder of everything that had happened lately coupled with today’s event. My thoughts, once a chaotic jumble, are now fragmented into shards of fear, each one a sharp edge cutting into my already frayed nerves. It was as if my mind, weary of the predictable torment, had decided to unleash its full arsenal, a symphony of dread orchestrated with cruel precision. The knowledge of his deceit, t

A low, vibrating sound started deep in her chest, a deep recognition that made every wolf in the room drop to their knees. "Mate," Naelis growled, the word vibrating with a power that shook the furniture in the room. The silence that followed was even more deafening than before. Silas actually choked on his own spit, his eyes bulging so far out of his head it looked like they might pop. "What?" he screamed, his voice two octaves higher than usual. Jamie was staring at them with a look of pure, unmasked terror. The idea of two primordials being fated mates was a thing of legends, the kind of legends that usually ended in the destruction of entire continents.

But at that moment, everything felt so hasty, so violently fast, that the shift never truly registered. All I felt was fear. It was a multifaceted, suffocating thing that clawed at the inside of my ribcage. I felt the chemical fear of the drug beginning to erode the edges of my sanity, making my skin feel like a live wire. There was the fear of the impending heat. I felt the hollow, gut-wrenching fear for Ilya, and the frantic fear for my daughter, who was somewhere out there without me. And lastly, there was the primal fear of fire. It was a phobia that had lived in the marrow of my bones since I was a child, a memory of orange light and the smell of tobacco that I had never quite outrun.

I ignored it. I collapsed into the armchair by the fireplace, curled my knees to my chest, and stared at nothing. My palms still trembled. My insides still ached, not from the bleeding, not anymore, but from something deeper. Something primal. Terrifying. I was afraid of him. Afraid of what he might do next. Afraid of what he already had. A screen lit up without warning. It was propped on the table across from where I sat, flickering with grainy footage. At first, I thought it was security. Another of Milo’s paranoia-induced recordings.