Romans & histoires Alice Fear Street

Alice flinched snapping her head towards her frowning aunt, she gathered her senses and stood up from the couch, she looked at her aunt with a small smile which soon got replaced with a deep frown meeting with her aunt's tensed gaze. "What happened, aunt? Are you alright?" She questioned Lisa who shook her head. "Nothing's wrong with me but what's wrong with you?" Alice scowled in confusion. "What do you mean?" Lisa placed a vase she was holding on the table walking toward the confused girl, her face gave away nothing except worry. "Tonight Alpha Raymond will mark Hellen. Did you forget that?" Soon realization started seeping into her, oh! She definitely forgot that, that yellow eyed monster

Alice nodded and urged him to go on. Like Azrael, Alice’s heart was pounding like crazy and she felt like it would burst out of her rib cage. She closed her eyes when Azrael’s lips kissed her neck softly. Alice doesn’t know how to react because it’s her first time doing so intimately with Azrael. She felt Azrael’s wolf's fangs in her skin, ready to mark her. She bit her lips as the strong sensation ran through her spine, and a moan escaped her lips when she felt Azrael’s fangs buried in her skin and sucked her blood. Alice threw her head back and inhaled sharply while biting her lips and her hands that wrapped around Azrael tightened.

Alice whispered, her voice echoing in the stillness. “Seemed it is,” Pedro said, leading her to a small, cluttered room filled with candles and strange objects. The air felt thick with unease. Alice’s eyes fell on a small black book tucked away in a corner. She picked it up, her fingers trembling as she opened it. “Look at this,” she said, her voice barely a whisper. “Spells… ancient spells.” Pedro's eyes widened in fear. “She’s a disciple of the devil,” he said, trying to mask his terror. “We shouldn’t be here.”

There will be scenes of BDSM dynamic between our Male Lead and Female Lead, so if you aren't into kink or it makes you uncomfortable, please do not read any further. I hope that you enjoy Alpha of the Dead. --Sydney

When she pushed open the back door, she heard a commotion behind her, clearly George had taken action to divert the men's attention. The cold night wind hit her face, and Alicia took a deep breath to let the cold help her stay alert. She quickly walked through the alley, her heart pounding in her chest. The alley was filled with dumpsters and debris, and the air was filled with a foul smell of decay. She carefully avoided puddles and broken glass on the ground, afraid of making any noise. When she reached the parking lot on the opposite street, she quickly found the red Ford Focus. The parking lot was quiet, with only the distant sounds of the city. Alice's palms were sweating, and she strug

The vibes the werewolves are planning on the other end would be nothing without the true kings and queens of the night. What the witches have in store for them would have been worst than the ‘supernatural fist,’ they experienced a long time ago. The immortal terrors and brutal blood-sucking horror are about to befall them. LEO’S HOSPITAL Alicia makes her way to the receptionist. She came bearing followers probably for Lucas. She smirked at the receptionist and spoke in a soothing voice. “I’m here to see my friend,” she said. The receptionist rolled her eyes at Alicia. “Name please.” She switched back her eyes to the computer screen on her desk and continued with her typing.

The door creaked open, and I glimpsed my exit – such a cruel taunt, to see the way out and be utterly unable to reach it – before it groaned shut again, the latch sliding home and sealing us both inside. Red-soled heels tapped against the floorboards. I reached for the stake, remembering the way the fire-haired vampire had crushed my hand the last time I had done so. But it slipped against my palm, and I closed my fingers around it. “Hello, little hunter,” Alice purred. The ugly jut of her chin was made all the more obvious by the shadows, which pooled around her like liquid night. Her dark eyes glittered, like a thousand stars extinguishing at once. She was the cold of space, the places whe

she whispered, her voice trembling. Elara’s hand lingered, steady and warm. “Listen to your heart,” she said, her green eyes holding Alice’s, lingering too long. “But watch their shadows.” A shadow flickered at the cafeteria’s edge, and Alice’s breath caught. A girl stood there, short dark hair, sharp eyes, a silver ring glinting with a crescent moon and claws. Not Rhea, but someone new, her presence heavy, her gaze flicking to Alice, then Mira, before slipping back into the crowd. A whisper lingered in Alice’s mind, unbidden: Choose carefully, hybrid. Her heart pounded, her senses flaring—too sharp, too alive. A vision flashed—a shadowed figure with glowing eyes, whispering her name. The Al

Alice asked nonchalantly, then had a malicious smile on her face, "I find these kids useful again." As soon as Alice finished speaking, she mercilessly bit the necks of the two children and sucked their blood to death. "No. Alice. She is the devil." Azura roared angrily. Seeing this scene made her almost faint. She looked at Alice with a cold, indignant, contemptuous and disgusted gaze. Azura clenched the gun in her hand; she had to kill Alice. This time, Azura had to kill her himself no matter what.

And yet, I had stepped inside anyway. Because of her. Alice perched awkwardly on the edge of a battered chair, eyes flicking between Faust and the fire. Her hoodie looked like it had fought a raccoon. Her hair was like it was lost. And yet, her soul still pulsed brightly—naive, stupid, untouched by true corruption. I wanted to carve my name into it. Slowly. Permanently.