Fear Street Camp Nightwing Book Novels & Stories

"I feel it too, Emma. It’s a frequency. Low, vibrating. It’s similar to the engines they used in the Falls, but... organic." We decided to make camp early, pulling the wagons into a tight defensive circle. Magnus and the Deep Woods clan took the outer perimeter, their senses more attuned to the wild than the city-bred soldiers. Night fell with a heavy, oppressive silence. There were no crickets. No owls. Just the crackle of the campfires and the occasional gurgle of the twins. I was in our tent, nursing Lyra, when the first scream tore through the camp. It wasn't a scream of pain; it was a scream of pure, absolute terror.

Had I lost her? As the sun set, a faint glow illuminated the sky and Mooncrest was shrouded in uncertainty. The camp was unusually tranquil, with no noise from shouting or squealing. Wolves are still fighting and not dead. They were restless, afraid—yet fierce. I pushed the armband into my tunic, with blood-soaked bandage wrapped around my waist. I was left with a dull pain that was driven by adrenaline, but the deep fear inside me was so powerful that I refused to admit it.

Another loud snarl tears through the forest. Then fangs slice through Josh’s throat. A gurgle. A choking gasp. Then silence. The rain falls harder, as if trying to wash away the horror. But the stench of blood lingers still. I’m paralyzed. Afraid. Alone now, with it. The werewolf slowly turns. Our eyes meet. Twin golden flames bore into me. My breath falters. Shakes. I scramble back, shielding myself instinctively. “Please… please don’t hurt me…” I whisper again and again, trembling.

Sure enough, under everyone's gaze, the young woman who had just run out was instantly enveloped in black mist as soon as she stepped out of the cafeteria. A scream echoed from within, and the mist slowly transformed into a red, blood-like fog. When the red fog finally dissipated, all that remained on the ground were bloodstains and a few bones. At that sight, the remaining few abandoned any thoughts of escaping. It was the first time I had seen such fear in their eyes. Their gazes, however, were fixed on my father, who stood beside me.

Should it be Lucas who looked like he could snap my neck or Eric who I had used? Getting back to my room, I saw Hayley with that book again, it was as if she was obsessed with it. Seeing me, she immediately closed it. The bold words ‘Initium omnia’ stared back at me. Lucas had said it meant “‘beginning of all”. The heavy leather binding book seemed to pulse with hidden energy, as if alive. Hayley got a call, leaving the room. Seizing my opportunity, I opened the book. The first word I saw was “vampires.” “Vampires?! I whispered, shocked. The book talked about vampires and other creatures I never knew about. Then I spotted a drawing, it was a fox with nine nails. Before I could read one more

You can’t even see the sky because all the branches from the trees surrounding the campsite cover the small gap that should be above us. It gives off a strange vibe and I don’t like the feeling of this place. A shiver creeps down my spine causing the rest of my body to be covered in gooseflesh. I glance over at Ash and he seems to be having the same reaction. As we build the tent and make the fire I listen to the sounds of the woods, the flapping of a bird’s wing, the distant buzzing of a bumblebee, the small cry of a baby koala and the howl of a dingo but there’s no sign of a monster anywhere.

Alvin appears at my side, then, wordlessly helping me take the bedrolls into the tent and set them up. Darkness falls quickly on us, and I’m grateful Victor decided to make camp when he did. Our little family huddles around the fire, the boys and I looking anxiously around at the darkness that surrounds us. It’s some primordial fear, I think, that crawls its way up my spine then, telling me to look out into the woods expecting horrible things to burst from it. Or…is it something else? Something else pricking its little fingers against my skin, breathing on the back of my neck?

A big frown settle on my face. I contemplate on taking the book out of the bed then I spot the name of the coven written in the exact page that is open. The name of a coven is sitting there…. Ravens Den. It gives me goosebumps on my skin and it is as irritating as that, that I suddenly wants to toss it away from the bed when I hear the coldest, chilliest and scariest voice I have heard in my entire life speaks from damn nowhere. I step backwards in both fear and shock. I look around and find no one and I wonder if my mind is still traumatized from all the things that have happened in the last four months.

She had always been a kind and compassionate person, but something about this place made her feel nothing. After ensuring that the new cemetery was in the clear, she made her way to the old one where she had been visiting her mother only hours before. Fighting the urge to go back and kneel at the headstone once more, she continued her inspection. As she reached the church, a shiver ran up her spine. During the daytime it looked ordinary, yet at nightfall it held a completely different feeling; as though there was something almost sinister about it. Trying to ignore her growing uneasiness, she slowed down as she headed off to the side of the church. As she reached the mid-way point, Harley fr

The other night, I came to confront Nate about what I saw, and thanks to this book, I got the information I was looking for. "The Wolves of Newcastle? Pfff, Felicia, it's mythology. You can't rely on that to say that Nate is in danger." Oliver affirmed "And what you saw the other night, was that mythology, do you think?" "Okay, show me." "Look! And tomorrow is a full moon night." "Tomorrow? How do you know that?" He asked "It's the librarian, Derrick." "Derrick? There is no librarian by that name." Alicia said "Since when have you been here?" Surprised