Deena Fear Street Novels & Stories

As Dee heads in to ask Cyrus questions about some equipment she had purchased at the market Quinn sidles over to me. Her grey eyes follow Dee as she pretends to ask about the babies. But underneath her midnight blue face mask she whispers falteringly. “Things aren’t right. I have a bad feeling.” “Skylar?” “I can’t do it. Dee and Sky don’t seem to mind the screams but it’s sending me backwards. I haven’t had night terrors in years but they’re coming back. I want her to just kill the pair of them but she won’t.” “What is Dee doing?”

She was already terrified of ghosts and now here, she was getting the feeling that she was being filmed for a horror movie here. Striding a bit, she reached an alley where most of the lights were dimmed. It filled her with more fear. Nina decided not to enter inside that alley and ran away from there as fast as possible before something wrong would happen to her as that place was giving her chilly and extremely spooky vibes.

The Craven house came into view. "I know I shouldn't be afraid. We exposed Deucalion and we're closer to finding Helena and ending all this but. . ." She trailed and that was when I felt the gravity of the fear plaguing her. "But what, Yulia?" She looked up at me as I began to drive into the Craven Estate. "But I can feel it. Something is coming." I parked the car at that point and killed the engine. She got out just as I did and I held her hands in mine.

She pushed again as hard as she could but it stood still. Gina turned to face her friends who were now a shadow of themselves, wearing nothing but fear on their faces. "Come on, guys," she chuckled nervously. "Obviously, someone is just messing with us. . ." The fluorescent lights overhead began to flicker, snatching her words along with what was left of her courage. "Uh. . . Gina. . .?" Lena whimpered, the terror in her eyes evident as she peered around, clinging tightly to Katie. None of them saw anything strange, but a chill crept over their skin as if they had just brushed against something sinister and unnatural. They felt a sudden sense of dread, a feeling that they were not alone in t

Jax looked at me with a serious expression. “Of course I do! I wasn’t born yesterday! It means when you’re scared of something, like I fear my father for example.” I through my hands up in the air. Jax chuckled and took my face in his hands softly making me look directly at him. “No honey. The word fear is more of an acronym.” I scrunched my face up in confusion. “Ok now you got me 38 shades of confuzzled fucked. Explain yourself.” Jax laughed and dropped his hands. “You’ve been hanging around Alida WAY to long hun. She’s rubbing off on you.” He said as he got up to get a pen and paper.

"Because you have something I need, while I have all you need to exact your vengeance. Let me become the werewolf, and I'll protect you from Jude and his mutts." "Do what Dawn planned in Louisiana, huh?" "Precisely," Deena smirks. Deena starts her spell, and I feel as if my insides are being ripped out of me. I'm inside a whirlwind. Unable to see, all I hear are loud shrieks and moans. It seems my soul is snatched outside my body, and I fall to the ground.

Scarlette's current expression was not to be trifled with. Out of the blue, she questioned Deanna, "What are you afraid of? What are you hiding?" "Nothing, it's nothing," Deanna replied suddenly. Zorion looked down at Deanna. He knew his sister better than anyone else.

He was lying face down, and face up, all at once. I live in that house now. I am the village "fixer." And every night, I listen to the scratching beneath the floorboards. I don't fear the ones that crawl. I fear the ones that wait. Because now I know that the most terrifying thing in the world isn't death—it’s a corpse that refuses to close its eyes.

“When your dad was listing the things he didn’t want… what did he mean by… ‘no fucking cowbell’?” For the first time since the attack, Jo found herself laughing. She’d let that slip by her, but Zane was right. He had said that. “Well, when Elliott died, apparently, Hannah decided his funeral should be a little different than the norm. Apparently, the funeral started with the song, ‘Don’t Fear the Reaper,’ by Blue Oyster Cult.” She remembered how her mom would always laugh when she told that story. Thinking of Hannah, a Guardian and the second in command of all of the Guardians made her wonder where the hell the woman was. She’d thought all along that Hannah was with Jamie--but she hadn’t bee

She leans in close and sniffs me, her long tangled grey hair tickling my nose. Hearing a demented laugh explode from her, I inwardly cringe while she raises her head and peers at me with the scariest eyes I have ever seen. When they look at me, it's as if I am peering into a deep red abyss, so terrifying that I could only ever imagine it in my worst of nightmares. Her face is grotesque and when she laughs again, I see two teeth. Those two teeth though, look razor sharp like fangs.