Alice Fear Street Novels & Stories

Tiny ice crystals clung to her eyelashes, and her breathing was so faint it was almost imperceptible. “Alia, calculate the fastest route. Marcus, prepare to break out. Hayley…” Jack looked at the girl huddled in a corner, hugging her knees and trembling, “Start your Hellfire. This time, forget about champagne and bags, give me all the power.” “I…I…” Hayley looked at Catherine’s pale face, then at Jack’s bloodshot red eyes, and for the first time, she felt true fear. She gritted her teeth and yanked a pink USB drive from her neck.

Alice whispered, her face twisting into a sneer. The room began to spin. The city lights outside blurred into streaks of fire. I grabbed my stomach, feeling the life slip away, feeling the emptiness take over. "Cole!" I screamed, the sound tearing from my lungs. "Cole, help me!" But Alice just laughed, the sound echoing around the massive, empty room as the darkness swallowed me whole.

She air-kissed near my cheek and flitted away to greet someone else, her wedge heels clicking on the hardwood. I grabbed a small plate and started loading it up. The bacon-wrapped dates were calling my name, along with what looked like mini crab cakes with some kind of aioli. “Maren fucking Cole.” I turned around so fast I nearly dropped my plate. Allison stood there grinning, holding a Moscow Mule in a copper mug. She looked fantastic—same mischievous sparkle in her eyes, but her style had evolved. She wore high-waisted black jeans and a silk camisole, her hair cut into a sharp asymmetrical bob with honey-blonde highlights.

She smirked, like she wanted a reaction but before I could even think of what to say, someone else stepped in between us. “I think that’s enough.” A girl with long brown curls and a cropped designer top smiled and turned toward me. “I’m Alice, I’m his sister.” I blinked, “Oh hi.” She linked her arm through mine without asking and started walking us down the hall, “Ignore her, I’m actually impressed you didn’t slap her.” “She’s intense,” I said. “She’s evil,” Alice corrected, “anyway, I’m heading out of town tonight, but I wanted to meet you first. You’re definitely the craziest thing Alan’s ever done.”

She yelled once more. Amelia’s tears kept pouring down from her cheeks and she couldn't put a stop to it. She began to wonder how close to death was and what the Afterlife have in store for her. She closed her eyes wailing making it easier for death to take her away. After a while, Amelia began to hear the crumbling of the dried leaves that had settled on the ground. Maybe death had come in form of a person to signify his presence, to show his face and display to her face how weak she was and to confirm the fact that she had come to this world to live a miserable life. She decided to look death in his eyes and die with a smile, but as she opened her eyes what she saw was something utterly di

Let him damn well try. “I’m… I’m Alice,” she finally said, a thick red blush falling over her cheeks. She was feisty and tough, we both knew that. Her eyes told that story. My guardians already fielded a report of a Venom shack that was discovered, full of bodies. The heavy scent of a particular male and female lingered but neither were there. It also reeked of sex. My gut told me it was her, she had been there. Still, that didn’t mean she’d killed. But she wasn’t a stranger to blood or guts. Literally any other female would have fainted tonight, been overly dramatic. I had to know more about her.

A high-pitched, piercing static noise filled the room. "Jenna, look!" Stella gasped, pointing at the TV. The black screen was replaced by a live video feed. The background was dark, smelling of concrete and dampness, some sort of hidden underground bunker. In the center of the frame sat Alice Florence. She looked unrecognizable. Her hair was disheveled, her skin pale and sickly, her eyes sunken and manic. But her lips were stretched into a terrifying, triumphant grin that sent a shiver of pure apprehension through anyone watching.

Alice guided the kids through the crowds, their footsteps echoing against the tiled floor. Approaching one of the police officers stationed at the front desk, Alice greeted him with a polite smile. The officer looked up from his paperwork, his expression shifting from focused to attentive. "Good morning," he responded, his voice professional yet warm. "How can I help you?" Alice took a deep breath, her voice steady but laced with concern. "We're here to make a report," she explained. "My best friend, Nora Gibson, didn't come home last night after going to work yesterday morning. We're worried about her, and we need the police to help us find her."

Felix uttered and stuck out his hand. Allicia shook hands with him shyly before drawing her hands back. "I will be leaving now" Felix said, he threw one last look at Allicia before turning around and picked his steps. Allicia quickly followed him out of the mansion. She stopped at entrance of the mansion and did not take any further step forward. She watched as Felix looked back at the mansion, nodded at her before he got into the car that was waiting for him. The car drove out of the lawn, Allicia watched until it disappeared from her sight. The car quickly disappeared from her and was buried under the covers of the woods around the mansion. It was funny how anyone would build a mansion in

"What do you mean? What does Alastair have to do with all this?" "I shouldn't be the one explaining this to you." Alice glanced at the main door of the penthouse for a moment, "But Nicholas won't tell you; that idiot won't even tell you about the pregnancy duration for Volders." She walked over to me and took a seat, from this close I could smell the scent of peach and a hint of rose from her. Nick once told me about Alice's Valkyrie element, which is her weakness, that Alice cannot fall in love