C Berman Fear Street Novels & Stories

The whole council room gasp. Bellamy instantly growling through his teeth, "Why in the hell would you involve those blood suckers." His face filled with pure rage. " If I hadn't you and Kali would be dead and we would be having more than one funeral this week." Pushing his aura off that made Bellamy settle his rage enough for his face to decrease the red that had poured over. The rest of the room looking at him with wide eyes. I'm still stuck on the word blood suckers. There's no way in hell vampires are real too. What's next witches and the boogyman.

I needed to accomplish whatever it took to bring her back to safety. With a clenched jaw and tightened fists, I locked eyes with the abductor, suppressing my fear as best I could. Though the basement and its sadistic tools were suffocating with terror, I refused to let it break me. I would confront this horror head-on, for Caramel's sake, and bring an end to this nightmare. As I prepared myself for what lay ahead, the taste of fear lingered on my tongue, but deep within me burned a flicker of hope, a spark of determination that refused to be extinguished.

Lucille says, “and you’ll get better. The problem is, I only have just the one book about Cambions, so I don’t know if it will work or not.” I start coughing so hard that it feels like I might hack up a lung. When I pull my hand away, I can see droplets of blood on my palm. Fear ripples through me, but I hope I manage to hide it from the others. Hoping that no one noticed just how scared I am, I surreptitiously wipe my bloody palm on my leggings. I try to mind link with Adrian, but he’s still blocking me. I’d be angry if I didn’t feel so fucking awful. “Are you all right?” Lucille asks, her sharp eyes not missing anything.

Suddenly, he lifted me and dropped me onto a chair before crouching in front of me so our eyes were level. “They crave three things the most,” he said. He paused and then said “Fear. Blood. And sex.” My eyes widened. My chest felt hollow. His hands began to slid slowly inside my top, tracing up my stomach. “They are not merciful. They are brutal, cruel, and ruthless. Once they sense fear, they may tear you apart. They may drink your blood. Or, if your scent drives them… they won’t kill you. They will keep you. Use you. For as long as they want.”

Some titles seemed interesting to him, like ‘How to kill and skin a sand wurm by JJ Rulus’ or ‘The spirit realm unmasked by Sir Tapnes’ and some made him shiver at the thought of their contents, such as ‘A look inside of fae anatomy by Priest Daphne’ and ‘Histories of demonic possession that nearly ended existence by Krun. He had already finished two rows and had started on the third when a slight whispering in his ear broke his concentration, “You must kill.” “What the..?” Rex said out aloud, looking left and right, searching for the person who had made the sound, not being able to see anyone, he followed where he thought the whispering from coming from, rounding the end of the large booksh

"A month ago, I thought defeating the hunters would give us peace. Then we discovered Dr. Chen. Then the Council. Each victory just reveals another layer of threat. Where does it end?" "It ends when we make it end." Emma's voice was steel now. The same tone she'd used when confronting Dr. Chen. When standing up to Lord Castellan's initial debt offers. "Jeremy, you're spiraling. You're letting fear make you question decisions you know are right." "Fear is rational when our daughter is being targeted by an organization that's existed for eight hundred years—" "Yes. Fear is rational. Letting it control our choices isn't." She stood, Grace now settled against her shoulder. "Jeremy, look at me."

Blank sockets stared down at me, hollows in its warped skull where eyes should have been. The creature crouched over me, spindly fingers splayed wide as it caged me against the ground. Rancid, decaying breath gusted over my face in wet, putrid bursts. "Why did you run, little one?" Each malformed word was drawn out into a phlegmy hiss. I pressed myself into the damp soil, willing the earth to simply open up and swallow me whole. My limbs were frozen, leaden weights immobilized by stark primal terror.

Staring closing just before the News went off, I recognize the elderly man. The old man who Carmel almost ran into back in highschool… shit is he close to her?? BOOM!!! My skin crawled as I felt a thick blanket of bloodlust fill the door and turned to were my TV once hung, rather in its place was a large hole and my TV crunched to a pulp in the room behind. ‘ Danger!! ’Hunter growled in alarm. Is Hunter on alert now??? This is the first time he sounds agitated. I turned to see the source of the bloodlust, she trembled hard with her fist clenched and bloodied, and her brown hair began to flutter in the air.

I said, feigning innocence. I glanced around after speaking. It was true. There wasn't a single living person in sight, but ghosts were everywhere. "This place is cursed!" Charlotte snapped. "I can't even stop. The moment I even think about it, it feels like needles are piercing my hands." Even as she spoke, her hands kept moving. Fear flickered across her face at the scene before her. The terror in her eyes was truly a rare sight to behold. "Is this your doing? Did you come up with all these tricks to scare me? You just want revenge for all the times I picked on you at school, don't you?"

Boris held up the included drawing for the camera, a blocky scarred head drawn on lined notebook paper in pen, and then looked directly into the camera. “Well, Billy Johnson of 802 Fairmount Street, the big white house with blue shutters and an oak tree out front . . . All you really need to know about me is that I have sharp teeth. Sharp teeth and a taste for blood. Look out for me under your bed. And if I’m not there . . . check under your mother’s!”