C Berman Fear Street Novels & Stories

His forehead was furrowed, as if someone didn't like what he saw. "You done?" He nodded once. He came closer to me and offered his hand. I immediately reached for you and stood up. "Who is he?" He was looking at David. Eyes were cold, nothing can be seen but indifference for the person in front. "Is he with you France?" David, now also standing. I nodded slowly. "Raxon Bermudez, right?" "Yes." "David Ardiente." It reached out its hand. But Raxon just glanced at it and then turned to me as if he had no intention of accepting it.

He casts a quick glance my way before growling at Lucas. "Payment first", Jack growls. "Right," Brian says over on my opposite side. He has filthy blond hair, and sunken eyes, and is shorter than Jacki. "We require our fee and petrol. And lodging as we recharge and recuperate in preparation for our next gig". "If you think you're getting all of that before we have access to her, you're out of your mind", Henry snarls from next to my father.

I never realized how peaceful humans look when they are in the depths of deep slumber. Just by looking at one you would think all well within the world, and maybe it is but not in my world. As I watch Sky sleep I realize two things, one being that I have finally embraced the fact that I'm a nonhuman and the other is that for the first time in my life I am truly scared. For the last few days all I have been feeling this intense fear, gut wrenching fear that at any moment one of the demons after me would come and kill the love of my life. Hence why I have been watching him sleep and basically following him around for days now.

Bill didn’t even spare her a glance and just continued on walking. “You are scaring me. Why are you taking me here? Are you a vampire? Are you gonna suck my blood and leave me dead here? Gosh. Or are you going to bury me alive here?” Her body was frightened of her thoughts. She was with a stranger, in the dark, at the cemetery, Whoaah! It’s a complete setting for a horror movie. “Yes. I will bury you here if you don’t stop talking. Will you please shut up? You are exploding my ears.” Bill was obviously running out of patience.

Tired of him judging my interests, I walked towards him and snatched the book away. "Why are you here?" I put the book back in its rightful place. "I will have to keep an even closer eye on you tonight because of that shapeshifter you saw earlier." "So it was a shapeshifter." "Yes, it was. You better get your powers soon if you don't want to get attacked even more. They all know you have possession of the book, they're just waiting for the right moment to take it. They're observing you and they won't stop until you find your powers." What he said gave me the chills. Just knowing that those ugly creatures were observing my every move was unsettling. It's kinda similar to what Damon was doing

Not even a pity smirk. Which meant things were bad. Really bad. The groan came again. Closer. Higher. Like stone grinding over stone. A draft blew toward us, carrying the scent of old earth and cold metal. “Oh no,” I whispered. “Lucien. Tell me that’s the house.” “That is not the house.” “Okay. Cool. Love that. Let me go ahead and rank my top fears. Number one: whatever that was. Number two: whatever that was.” “Samantha.”

The combination of sexual frustration and feeling kept in the dark has Darius looking like he’s ready to explode. “Mara said that the person in charge of The Underground is named Bram,” I paused with my arms crossed over my chest, scanning my sisters’ faces for any reaction. Emmy was the first to react. Her eyes shoot open wide, and she stands up from her flimsy, folding chair. “Bram? Are you sure she said ‘Bram’?” Emmy asked, her hands beginning to fidget with the hem of her shirt. “Who is Bram?!” “Who the fuck is Bram?!” Lucas and Darius ask simultaneously. The five of us startle and I walk up to Darius. I place my hands on his chest to try and calm him down. I wait for him to take a deep

he shouted, his voice cracking slightly—revealing that the fear hadn't actually left him. "And here I thought he’d finally grown a pair," Bob remarked with a smirk. "Turns out, he's still the same old Tom." "Humph," Samantha sighed, shaking her head. Serena rejoined them after scouring the perimeter, her senses on high alert. "I smell death over there," she said gravely. "More bodies?" Bob asked. "It seems so, but something is wrong," Serena pondered. "Wrong how?" "I don't smell any vampires."

At Death Bear. At the Undead Army. Now— The calm she had earlier— Was gone. Replaced by fear. — Because suddenly— She didn't know. — Who the target was. — It could be the Grand Elder. — It could be her mother. — Or— — 'It could be me.' — Her body trembled. Her chest tightened. It felt like she couldn't breathe. Beside her— Veronica noticed. Her brows furrowed. Her daughter's face— Had turned pale.

The atmosphere within raised goosebumps on her skin, as if whispering unsettling secrets. Jeremy squeezed Celeste's hand gently, his touch serving as a reassuring anchor. With him beside her, Celeste found her fear slightly tempered, her spirit buoyed by his presence. But as she stepped into that room, her eyes fell upon the figure bound to the chair. Then a whiff of blood hung in the air, causing Celeste to involuntarily inhale sharply. In that instant, her mind was transported back to Raymond's dimly lit basement, where the lifeless body of Scarface lay on the floor.