C Berman Fear Street Novels & Stories

My eyes were already watering and my voice trembled. Beckham knelt in front of my chair and cupped my cheeks in his big hands. —The fear you feel is not from the fright, it is rather fear of trying something bad that you might like. What's worse: you'll like it, because you have hunter blood running through your veins. She the daughter of a demon raised as an angel.

"You b*tch!" After listening to the whole conversation, Jae's face darkened. Murderous aura began to emitt on his whole body. When Director Poxter had barely reached her, the glass door of the office has been smashed into pieces. Director Poxter froze on the spot, and startled by the sudden sound. Jae stoods on the door way with a darkened expressions, and took a while. But Director Poxter finally recovered his senses from the shock, and flew into a rage. "Who let you barge in like that? Are you tired of living?!!! Security! Secu-....."

“Well, actually it’s related to all that stuff, but there’s still something different about it.” Leesa’s curiosity was definitely piqued now. She sat down on the edge of her bed. Cali remained standing. “Okay, let’s hear it,” Leesa said. “Two guys stopped by my room a little while ago.” Unable to stand still, Cali paced in a small circle in front of Leesa’s bed while she spoke. “There was a woman with them, too, but I’ll get back to her in a minute. The guys were wearing cheap blue suits. They looked like federal agents, the kind you see in TV shows all the time. And that’s just what they were—from something called the Bureau of Supernatural Investigations. BSI, they said. They wanted to tal

mind gibbered. 'It can't be real, it can't be—' But it was real. And it was looking at her like she was dinner. The creature's lipless mouth stretched into a grotesque parody of a smile. "Going somewhere, little human?" it hissed, its voice like nails on a chalkboard. The sound made her skin crawl. Cathy's heart seized. Behind her, she could hear the angry shouts of the women growing closer. Before her, the pale monstrosity loomed, its red eyes gleaming with hunger. Trapped. She was completely trapped. She was trapped, with nowhere left to run. This was it. This was how she died. Cathy's heart raced as she stood frozen, caught between the approaching mob and the nightmarish creature blockin

"I…" Baeron's face was filled with terror! His body was frozen in place by sheer fear, unable to move at all! Even though he was intensely focused a moment ago, Baeron couldn't catch a single glimpse of Liam's movements. But that was not what terrified him the most. The real reason for his overwhelming horror, the bone-chilling fear, was actually quite simple. It was the aura emanating from Liam's slender, fair hand — fingers distinct and refined. Baeron had lived for over forty years and believed that with his status, he was already accustomed to facing storms and dangers. Even a martial arts Ascendant would not have fazed him, especially considering the powerful backing he had.

"Who Em?" "I don't know!" Emma cried while tears rushed down her big eyes. "I-I couldn't see his face. The lights went out and he-" Emma let out, a few sobs escaping her lips along with the words. "He touch-touched me." Even the thought of someone tainting her body made her shudder in fear. Old as she was, she still feared a lot of things. Bees, storms, flights dark, and violence. She had heard things, heard people becoming a victim of the man-beasts that ruin lives just for the sake of their pleasure and desires.

I heard snoring in the distance, and I saw Felix slouched over in a wooden chair on my side of the bed. I shuddered and held Deanneth closer to my body. I didn’t want him or Felix to wake up and see me cry. I just wanted to feel safe. If I had been able to kill that vamp, I wouldn’t have been so afraid right now. But the realization that the crazy vamp who wanted to hurt me was still out there made me sick to my stomach. The terror that I felt right now felt horribly familiar; it was the same helpless fear I felt when my parents were executed.

Just as she opened the gate, the same man from the long black coat that Benjamin saw earlier appeared before her. Amara saw his ghostly appearance that was flying in air with no limbs and she was shivering with terror. Her complete body was sweating, the heart rate increased and she was almost at the stage of collapse. "Go away from here, there is nobody residing inside. Go away." He admonished her firm. Amara shook her head even when she was on the verge of losing conscience. "Alexander is inside. I need to save him." She argued solid and stretched open the wide gates of the haunted house.

“Happily. This dingy space gives me the creeps and I keep waiting for some shadowy thing to ask for a light or say something just as corny.” “I told you to stop watching that show.” “Which one? Oh, Supernatural. Nah uh. I think it might save our lives in this.” They stomped up the stairs and the lights in the basement turned off on them as they reached the top of the stairs. Becky beat it from the stairwell into the butler’s pantry. “I’m going to regret this. Thank you.” She said down the now darkened stair. She could swear she heard a grunt. It unnerved Gemma a little, but knowing what she knew, she’d let it slide. Her fear was hers to own.

Emma sat beside him, one hand on his chest, her face pale with worry. “You scared the hell out of me,” she said. He reached for her hand, squeezing it. “The Berserker’s getting stronger. It’s… waiting.” She nodded. “I know.” Outside, a distant howl echoed—strange and unfamiliar. Something ancient had woken. Something was moving closer to Sterling Creek. And home… was no longer safe.