Fear Street Camp Nightwing Book Novels & Stories

My wolf gleams in pride at our kill as we watch the blood and life drain from the wolf’s body. The surrounding noises began to filter back into my mind as my adrenaline slowly lowers. I scan around me and only see Richard, back in his human form, laying on the ground. I run over to him and nudge his face with my nose. He groans and tries to move away. He rolls his head to the side, slowly opening his eyes. Seeing my wolf’s blood-covered face inches away from his probably wasn’t the best sight for him. His eyes burst open in fear, as his hazel eyes take me in, thinking I’m here to finish him off. He backs into the wall and reaches his hands out, searching for a weapon. I tilt my head to the s

Interestingly enough, most of them looked at her with wariness and kept a good distance between themselves and her, especially after she'd nearly torn out the throat of the wolf who stuck her in this damned cage in the first place. It gave her some satisfaction to see the fear in their eyes. Part of it was fear of her; of her sheer size since most wolves were about twice the size of an ordinary timber wolf, while she was nearly three times that and winged; a condition unique to her if Paoli was to be believed; but most of it was their fear of William, she thought. They knew he'd be enraged and hunting them. Everyone was afraid of William, even under the best of circumstances. If he caught th

But the gilded gold title was what caught my eye. Vampyres and their Nightmates My breath came in short, quick gasps, and I watched my hands reach for the book and flip it over as an observer, rather than an active participant. I could feel the book between my hands, even as my fingers moved without my permission, or my guidance; I could feel its strange, almost fuzzy texture, and I could smell the musty old-paper smell as I pressed it flat, open on the page Kathrena had been reading. Then it felt as though my dead heart stopped beating for a second time. Kathrena had been reading chapter five, but even as I read the embossed V I could see the chapter title beneath:

Zelena. I opened my eyes slowly. The sun was already shining brightly through the window. I reached my arm behind me and felt around the bed. I sat up quickly and looked around the room. Gunner wasn’t there. I took a deep breath and yawned stretching my arms out. Wait, my chest didn’t hurt. I twisted my back from side to side waving my arms in the air, my ribs didn’t hurt at all. I got up from the bed and walked around the room, still no pain. I noticed the bookshelf and decided to take a look. There were so many books, some with older worn covers and others newer looking. I picked up a small red book and read the cover ‘A Lycanthropy Reader; WEREWOLVES IN WESTERN CULTURE’. I flicked through

She got stunned when she saw it jump inside the tent until three of them followed after him. She was trembling and covering her mouth tightly, crying quietly while she could hear all of her friends' screams and moans from the tent. They never imagined that there were werewolves in there. She ran away before the pack could notice her but one of them heard her and hunted her, Azhea was sobbing and running away as fast as she could, panting and felt sorry for her friends who were eaten alive. She never turned her eyes back, never... but Kzhen was haunting her and he's too desperately to bite her into pieces, that he was even drooling a lot! And when Azhea felt someone was behind her, she couldn

My fighting instincts died in the boiling pit of my fear, and I allowed it to choke me as I scurried back towards the house. Blood bloomed against the white of my bandages. I did not wish to disturb Harper, who had ignored my cries in the night. I wondered mildly if he, too, had stuffed his screams into his cushions on the sofa downstairs, if the fear of the supernatural kept him awake at night.

Stormfang Camp Dax’s POV The camp never truly slept that night. Sentries paced the perimeter in wider circles than usual. Fires were kept deliberately low, barely more than glowing coals so the light wouldn’t silhouette us against the dark. The air smelled of pine smoke, wet fur, and the faint metallic tang of fear. Flame had been restless since the sun set.

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

A sharp sting, then warm blood dripped onto the altar. A deep tremor shook the ground. The markings on the stone flared to life, golden light weaving through the cracks. Eve’s body tensed as energy surged into her, wrapping around her like unseen chains. Then—a scream tore through the night. Eve gasped, whirling around. Shadows moved beyond the trees. They were not alone. ________________________________________ The Elders’ forces struck without warning. Figures cloaked in darkness surged forward, their weapons gleaming under the moonlight. Damien and Luca leaped into action, their snarls ripping through the night. Claws clashed against steel, the air filled with the scent of blood.

How the intensity in him stirred something low in my stomach, twisted and heated until I didn’t know if it was fear, rage, or something far worse. Two brothers. Two wolves. Two pulls threatening to split me in half. And me—caught in the middle, shackled by secrets, haunted by a past that screamed for blood. I pushed the dagger back into its sheath with a click that felt final, though nothing inside me was settled. Rising to my feet, I brushed the dust from my clothes and tugged at the ties of my gloves, tightening them until my fingers ached. The camp was quiet. The first whispers of dawn brushed the sky in pale gray, but the world still felt hushed, holding its breath.