Camp Scare Daphne Novels & Stories

It was carved into the shape of a smiling Bhramuth, and the warmth of her skin lingered on it. Now, without the pendant, Charlotte finally saw her colleagues, who had been there all along. "We have plenty of employees here. From now on, you'll be working with them," I told her. I clapped my hands happily as I watched terror spread across her face. "What is happening? What are these things?" Charlotte screamed. The workshop was crowded with ghosts. At that moment, they were all sizing her up. They looked disturbing—headless men, women with missing limbs, and even malformed infants. No one could witness such a sight and remain unshaken.

“You heard Ambra. If we do this right, she’ll let her father know we’re good for other jobs. We’ll have an in with the Matrone family.” She was struggling in her chair as the two men exited the kitchen into the dining room carrying gas cans with them. They were going to burn down the restaurant with her in it. She rocked in the chair, whimpering when the chair toppled and because she was tied up, she couldn’t stop the impact to her head. Delfina considered she finally understood the saying ‘seeing stars’ from the way bright lights flitted in her vision from the smack to floor. She closed her eyes and struggled to focus. Wiggling she tried to reach her phone.

SARAH'S POV I sat there in the cold dark alley for quite a while and not even a rat passed by, I was starting to get scared when I heard faint laughter, more like a chuckle from afar. The sound became louder and clearer. It was no longer just the sound of laughter, I could now hear footsteps approaching. The closer they came the clearer their voices, they sound like nice people, I should probably ask them for help. What will I say though, I can't possibly tell them that I'm a vampire princess who came here through a porthole and woke up, then blacked out, then woke up again in a place where I was stabbed with needles and driven away by the smell of blood and somehow ended up here with no one

I slammed the glass against the paneled wall, watching as it flew all about. My phone rang annoying me even further. Flipping it over, I reclined against the seat, after taking in breath to make sure that I felt better when Jack hurried in with an injured Tessa. I stood up abruptly, pushing Jack to take a good look at her. “ Daphne," that was the first word that I could summon out. "Where is she?” Tessa was trained, Daphne wasn't. “ We were ambushed at a café, she had gone out to talk to Mrs. Smith and afterward we were supposed to come and search for you but…”

“Don't make this difficult. Just come with us. We only want to talk.” Wow. And they were the ones acting offended? “Look, Salazar. We're not going to do anything to you. There are CCTV cameras here. If we did, everyone would know it was us,” Daphne said. “We just want to talk somewhere private.” “What? You're scared just because we asked to talk?” Chesca taunted. I clenched my jaw. Her words stung. How was I supposed to know they only wanted to talk? What if they tried something?

“I saw it with my own eyes. Daphne is the one who got hurt. The men walk you to the basement and now you pretend you're bleeding?” “You think I don't remember? Your period isn't due for another week!” I screamed, breaking. “Yes! That's exactly why I'm scared! Let me out!” Seven years of agonized waiting, and I didn't dare let myself believe. I knew only one thing. I had to get to a hospital, now! “Raphael, I've never asked you for anything. I'm asking now. Please open the door.” “I really am bleeding!” The other side went quiet. Then came Daphne's sobbing.

Nico stood near the doorway, arms folded, his expression growing darker with every word. “No,” he said when Daphne finished. Daphne looked at him. “You do not have a vote.” “I know Mason. He will see through you.” “Not if he believes what he wants to believe.” “He wants you trapped.” “And he thinks I am scared enough to come back.” “You are scared,” Nico said. The words were blunt, but not cruel. Daphne held his gaze. “Yes.” For a moment, no one spoke. Then she continued. “I am scared of what he will do to Warren. I am scared of what Arthur will do if he loses control. I am scared that Victor Hale is still close enough to hurt all of us. But I am more scared of doing nothing while they rewri

They remembered how I had handled them alone; the sight of the Vaughn Circle made them tremble with the fear of a true predator. Daphne, however, didn't have the sense to be afraid. She stepped forward with a venomous smirk. "Sierra, is it really necessary to bring a whole pack of lovers just to sign some papers? I’m impressed. Managing six handsome males at once takes a certain kind of... talent." I kept my gaze calm and misunderstood. "You have a lot of nerve showing up in public, Daphne. Haven't you checked the scrolls today?" The news of Candace’s drug scandal was burning through the Northlands' communication link. Anyone with a spark of status was hiding.

Tabitha warned. "Why would I back out? I'll do anything if you can fix my leg!" Daphne said eagerly. "Alright. I'll do an examination first. Lie down on the bed." Tabitha instructed. Calvin, standing nearby, spoke up. "I'll help her." He walked to Daphne's side and bent down to pick her up. Daphne's face was etched with disgust and fear of Calvin. As Calvin's hands touched her, Daphne's body visibly trembled. She was truly terrified of him.

As she descended further into the dungeon, a noxious stench assailed her senses, threatening to overwhelm her. She battled the urge to retch, pushing forward cautiously until she beheld the kidnapper's face, sprawled on the cold, unforgiving ground. In that chilling moment, Daphne's heart sank; she was now certain that Ragnar and Torture were entangled in this malevolent web. As Daphne stood there, silently observing the captive kidnapper, a hint of vulnerability flickered across his dirt-covered face. His eyes, hollow and haunted, finally met hers, revealing a mix of fear and defiance.