Web Of Fear Doctor Who Novels & Stories

"Oh, it's nothing, doctor. My... friend and I were just ironing out a few things. Isn't that right, Dylan?" "Doctor, can she be moved?" Dylan asked instead. The doctor looked away from me and focused on Dylan instead, looking at him like he had lost his mind. "Are you planning to kill her? Because that would be the only reason why you want to move her right now." The doctor exclaimed soon after. "Hear that?" I asked Dylan in a serious tone "What if you and some other experts go with her?" The man asked again, rather than give up. *Are you mad? You want to open the werewolf world to humans?!* I whispered in his mind. He pretended like he didn't hear me and just focused on the doctor.

"You! You know what I wanted to kill you a long time ago. Do you know how scared we are living as human beings after ruining our lives, it's too hard. We can't do what we wanted, we can't stay long under the sun, we can't let humans see our real identity. We need to stop ourselves from craving blood. I hate you too much I'm just stopping myself from killing you. The moment I'll know that your the one that causes Moana to become like that, I swear to kill you!" "No please, believe me, I can't do that. Don't you know why I studied and become a doctor even though it's so hard, that is because of blaming myself for that incident a long time ago. It hurts me too trying to forget what I want just

he said. "Do what you want." "Jane." "I get it." I looked up. "I'm not arguing. Put whoever you want on the door." He studied my face. "You're scared." "I'm a doctor who just opened a box with a severed finger in it. Yes. I'm scared." He crossed the room. Crouched in front of me, so we were eye level, the same way he did when fear, tension, and anger left me exposed and shaken. “You don't have to be afraid. I will find out who did this. And when I do—"

Another decade of unending reign of silence accompanied with empty stares at her lifeless body passed between us. It was as though she got uncomfortable with my stare because she stirred a bit. I thought my mind was playing games with me but when I diverted my attention to the screen, I noticed a few wavelengths on the initially very straight line. I looked at Dante in shock and he confirmed that he saw it too. "Are you seeing what I'm —--" "This is creepy as f&ck just call the damn Doctor already." Dante was freaking out already. "Doctor!" I called out immediately, calmly but very loud.

“In. Out. That’s it. You’re doing perfect.” Perfect. The word felt absurd in the middle of all this fear. “I don’t—” I sucked in a shaky breath. “I don’t think this is normal.” “That’s okay,” he said softly. “Doctors will tell us. We just listen.” I nodded, tears sliding down my temples into my hair. “I’m scared.” “I know.” Another wave passed. Then another. A doctor finally appeared—a woman with kind eyes and a calm smile that made my chest loosen just a fraction.

“But you’re not alone with it now. I’m right here. Whatever comes next, we face it together.” The forbidden spark flickered—his heartbeat under my cheek, the low rumble of his voice, the way my body still remembered exactly how to fit against his. For one weak second I wanted to tilt my head up, find his mouth, let everything else disappear. But the fear for Zara was louder. It drowned everything. We stood like that—me clinging, him holding—until footsteps approached. We both turned. The doctor—mid-forties, kind eyes behind wire glasses, white coat wrinkled from a long shift—stopped a respectful distance away.

The woman behind the desk said with big eyes that she was unsure of what she should do, and without thinking, I ran to his office. When I opened the door, I saw the scary guy looming over the doctor. "Tell me where the fuck Orion is, or I swear to god, I’ll fucking kill you!" the man shouted before stabbing the doctor in the chest. The doctor must have smelled me, because his eyes went to me and shook his head, but even though I didn’t trust the doctor that didn’t mean I was just going to let him get killed. "Get away from him!" I shouted. "Police is on their way."

The doctor asked with a frown after digesting the shock that appear out of nowhere. "Shut up!" He growled like an angry panther at the doctor as those orbs once again focused on mine. "How dare you?" I am already on my feet, freeing myself from the doctor. Though anger is coursing me, I am more afraid of his madness. "Look, I have already told..."

I was going to kill them both, but first I needed to get out of here. The doctor patted my leg gently in a bid to gain my attention. With his creepy smile in place, he clicked the flashlight in his hand. “I’m going to check your vitals now. One of my colleagues is going to get your pulse. If you could, simply follow the light with your eyes.” While following his instructions, I let my magic fan out across the room. A myriad of fears danced across the tip of my tongue like little bursts of electricity. Fear of the ocean, fear of losing one’s family, fear of being fired, fear of death—now that one was amusing.

My wolf was on the edge, struggling to see his mate and I battled to keep him in check. I was furious, worried and anxious… I couldn’t stand still, several thoughts flashed in my head. Someone must’ve harmed Alysia. This didn’t just happen… The doctor came out after a few minutes with a solemn face. “What’s wrong?” I questioned, standing in front of him with a slight fear in my eyes. I had never been this terrified, except for the day mother was poisoned. The doctor didn’t meet my gaze and I felt myself slowly concluding on the worst.