Fear Street Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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

The door is not locked like she believe it will be so she make her way in and rush to the toilet before anyone could see the blood on her jeans. Heather pull off trouser and on the tap to wash off the blood stain from her leg, the tap did not satisfy her so she move to the shower taking off her top and washing her body from the stain and guilt. Even though it is not cold, Heather could feel her skin shivers at the memory of the body getting up. 'What if it turned into a ghost instead and come after her?' she wonders. Heather toss the clothes she put off inside the bin and clean off the blood stains that dripped in the car and retire back to her bed cowering in fear for what might happen tomo

Cassandra's POV "I'm sure the tickets will sell out fast. We're all eager to see the movie," I chuckled, acknowledging the excitement in the air. Despite my amusement, I couldn't help but feel frustrated with my friend's insensitivity. He refused to admit that the horror movie we were about to watch terrified him to the core. He had only watched it once, and since then, he had been plagued by the feeling of ghosts lurking in every corner. Even going near his bed filled him with dread, as he was convinced something was waiting to grab him from underneath. He knew it was irrational, but he couldn't shake off the fear, even after all these years.

The way their bodies radiates this fear that I install in them – fuck my pants gets even tighter when thinking of the last woman I had slept with. I rushed to find her , knowing that I need the release. However , I wanted to torment her first. When I had finally found her , she had no idea that she was within my sight. I hid from her – it was time I took control and torment her. I rustled the hedge – thus making nesting birds to fly with fright. Perfect!! She turned her head towards the sound , her face filled with doubt and a hint of fear. That’s my good girl! Show daddy how scared you are…

Goosebumps filled my skin and at first I thought it was jealousy, I mean there is no logical reason why I would be jealous, it’s not like Aiden and I are a thing, there was something in the way he looked at her that sent dark vibes and fear all over the room, like he was ready to kill her but was holding himself so bad. “Try pulling a stunt like this to Ryan next time, and I will make sure you and your mother will join your rapist father in his grave.” He stepped closer to her and although she tried to hide it and show only the confident side, I could feel it, she was afraid of him, heck! His anger was not even directed towards me and yet I still could feel goosebumps all over my body. “I’ll

A scream tore through Lilith's lips, and she crawled away from the grave in sheer terror, panting heavily. As fear consumed her, Lilith felt a presence behind her. Slowly, she turned around, trembling with trepidation. To her astonishment, the dead girl stood there, her sad expression unchanged. They locked eyes, but the dead girl remained silent, her ghostly presence sending shivers down Lilith's spine. Overwhelmed by the sight of the apparition, Lilith rose to her feet and scrambled out of the woods, screaming in fear with each step.

I was hungry and alone with a tasty human who would supply everything I needed that night in order to feel alive yet again,. She awoke and pulled me from my deep thought as she tried to let out a scream, but soon discovered she was bound with rope and gagged with her socks. I walked to the bed and sat beside her, and enjoyed the look of pure fear I saw in her eyes as I got closer. I ran my hand across her face, which caused her to jerk away with disgust. I smiled in my most polite manner and smacked her across the face sending her sailing off the bed, ten feet away onto the hard floor. Before her mind could even register what had just happened I was on top of her with my fangs out smiling at

There is nowhere in the world Alaric will go that I will not follow. “He is mine!” To the male that dared to touch even a hair on his head, I grab hold of his essence, dirty and dark and twisted. But he has nothing on me. For the first time since all those years ago, I use fear and feed it to him. It is the easiest thing to do. My biggest fear has changed, and they brought it to life. The male staggers and releases Alaric and he collapses to his knees as his eyes bulge out from their sockets, seeing things that only he can see. He starts screaming, clawing at the ground, his body, his face pale and his body shaking. He is drowning in his own greatest fears. My lips curve and I increase it tw

Gemma Vivid images of the monstrous Arachne, its sharp fangs sinking into Stacey’s flesh and ripping her to shreds, filled my dreams like a nightmare on repeat. Her blood-curdling scream echoed in my mind, only to be drowned out by my own as I desperately shielded her from the creature’s attack. Stacey’s biggest fear had always been spiders, yet even in the face of this terror she was still trying to save me. She had always been the protector, but now it was my turn to be the hero and save her. My heart raced with fear and determination as I faced off against the Arachne, ready to do whatever it took to keep Stacey safe.

I'm slowly drifting off the edge of whatever grip I'm holding unto. I'm suffocating, from his sweet scent. I'm thirsty, thirsty for his blood. Manny once said I would go crazy for the blood of sire, but as I stood staring at the smug on his well-structured lips which is a facade for his evil intent, I was beginning to doubt that. If anything, he had filled the space of my craziness with extreme fear. So yes, I'm fucking far from being crazy