The Primal Fears Novels & Stories

Right now, however, it was a source of fear. “Sissy!” No, she couldn’t be here. Goddess, no… My heart dropped as if someone had yanked a cord beneath me. Anger flared inside. I had never felt so useless before. It was our duty to protect her. She was our Little One, our precious little pup. The fear called upon something even more powerful and potent. My protective instincts flared to life, like a roaring fire inside of me, setting everything ablaze. Piper’s voice was the spark, and in its wake something primal surged forward, something no concoction could fully cage. My protective instincts rose like a beast shaking off chains, a roaring fire that ignited in my chest and spread outward, sea

He steps back twice, and his hand comes up between us, and the look on his face is something I will keep for the rest of my life, because it isn’t anger. It’s terror. “That’s not possible,” he says. I can’t answer. My jaw is locked, my whole body humming like a struck wire, and the heat is already sinking, already going out, leaving me shaking and hollow and more frightened than he is. “It held,” Garrick says, and he isn’t talking to me. “It held for six years. It was done properly. She watched them do it. It held.” “Garrick.”

My fingers curled, twitching for release. I leaned in close, my hands circling his neck, and shot a thought. The heat flowed from my temples, coating my skin in crimson, thrumming like a pulse beneath my palms. But I didn’t burst him. Not yet. His eyes were still shut. I tightened my grip. My thumbs pressed into his windpipe. His body spasmed, choking, struggling back to life. His eyelids flew open, and the terror—that beautiful terror—bloomed. I savored it. The pure, primal fear.

It only made them want to be around the Prime the more. Heartbroken—I'm totally calling her that now—had tears running down her cheeks freely by now. Half of me couldn't believe her. The Prime Empire used girls for a living. They found it fun. Like a sport. They loved drama and stirring it. She must have been very blind to have fallen for their twisted shenanigans.

“But I won’t be ruled by fear.” Priam rose from his chair. He walked toward her slowly. When he stopped before her, she stiffened. He raised a hand—Alessia flinched instinctively. Priam stopped. Then placed his palm gently on her head. Her breathing halted. It wasn’t comforting but it wasn’t cruel. “Do not fear me,” he said quietly. “Fear makes the Caligo unstable.” Her eyes widened. “You think I fear you?” she whispered. Priam’s lips pressed into a thin line. “You are sixteen,” he said. “And you survived death. If you did not fear me, I would call you a liar.”

Heat spread through my veins, electric and overwhelming, igniting something deep within me. A force I had never felt before. A howl tore from my throat... loud, primal, and raw. But I wasn’t in wolf form. I was still human. Yet the sound that escaped me was unnatural, echoing like a beast trapped within my soul. Everyone froze. Even Priya. The moment stretched, long and suffocating. And then I felt it... Fear. Not mine. Hers. Priya took a single step back, her soulless black eyes flickering... just for a moment.

Inside my chest, my wolf pressed forward, restless, pacing, ears pinned with warning. "Danger" she snarled. "Move." I did not move. Because apparently when primal instinct meets real fear, my body picks the “freeze dramatically” option. “Okay,” I whispered, holding my hands up like I was talking to a wild raccoon. “Let’s not do anything rash. Or bitey.” The rogue’s lips curled. He wasn’t listening. Then, with no sound, no warning, he lunged. Not a halfhearted jump. Not a test. An honest, full-intent, jaws-first murder leap.

“What do we do now?” “Taking down a couple of men with guns will not be easy.” I do not fear a couple bullets fired at my chest, I am a Primordial wolf, whom I am scared of is Tyler, even as a beta, Tyler can withstand two to three bullets, but more will surely end his life.

His fury feels familiar, and it has never ended well for me. Suddenly, he rises , towering, furious , and kicks the nightstand. It explodes into splinters. Shards of wood slice through the air, scratching my face. No sound leaves my lips; I am too stunned. My fingers tremble as they brush the shallow cuts. Drops of blood trail down to my mouth. The metallic taste brings me back to reality, and tears spill again, mingling with crimson. Deep down, I know my wolf genes will heal these wounds soon enough. He stands motionless beside the bed. I don’t dare look up, terrified the next strike will be mine. Power radiates from him , not just physical, but primal, like the very earth would bend beneat

His eyes, a predatory gleam, resembled a serpent coiled, ready to strike at any moment. "I've decoded your body language and trust me, this isn't a fear ingrained from birth. There are triggers, things that set you off. I've read between the lines of your fears—storms, night sky, darkness. Something, or someone, pushed you to the edge. Maybe a person getting too close, pressed up against your back, or a memory of being held down..." He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear, sending shivers down my spine, "Someone with a tight grip, enjoying the control."