Fear Street Nick Goode Novels & Stories

"Silas kept a piece of the bumper! You told me you watched him crush it!" "I watched the crusher run," Nick said calmly. "I didn't sift through the scrap." "You arrogant fool," I whispered. "They’re coming for us, Nick. Cole is back in LA. He’s hunting." "Let him hunt," Nick said. "He’s a boy in a suit. I run an army." "He’s not a boy anymore," I warned. "He has that... girl. She’s making him dangerous. She’s making him look in the dark corners."

Then pointed the weapon at Nicko, "Damn you! Are you tired of living? Don't you know that this bullet can crack your head?" Nicko laughed sarcastically and folded his arms in front of his chest, "Try it if you dare!" "Fuck! How dare you!" cussed Mr. Gareth looking annoyed. "Do I have reason to be afraid?" Nicko's self-deprecating attitude made Mr. Gareth sneer, "You are good at acting and hiding your fear of death that will soon come to you! Alright then, I need to remind you about what pain is. How about starting with Enrique breaking your leg first, or ah no, I guess it's better if I cut your penis off!"

“Damnit!” Gracious goddess!" Alex and his other friend scrambled back, their chairs clattering against each other as they tried to avoid the debris, tension wrapped in their movement. Aiden didn't look at anyone, not the hundreds of students staring at him with wide, terrified eyes. He looked only at me. His eyes were a raging storm that had finally decided to push through. "Nick is a dead goat," a voice murmured from the shadows. "The audacity... he's dead," another hissed.

I say slightly scared. “Yeah..you shouldn’t,” he says chuckling. What the fuck. “I’m gonna go, Em,” nick whispers to me. X chuckles, “You got a nickname for my girl?” He starts to slowly take a few steps towards us with his hands in his pockets with eerie calmness. Nick is officially sweating bullets and so am I. “I..uh..I didn’t know she was your girl man.” Nick says in a more confused manner. Nick looks down to, “I’ll call you later.”

Nick stood there, breathing heavily, pain flashing across his face from the force of the hit. “Enough,” he said, his voice raw and trembling with emotion. “Just, enough.” Fernando and I stared at him. Nick swallowed hard. “I get that you’re both pissed at each other and I get why but none of it matters right now.” His voice broke. “Ashley is gone and we don’t know if she’s hurt, or terrified, or… or worse.” The room was painfully quiet. He looked at us with eyes full of fear, real, genuine fear, not a performance.

He ducked some, slightly grazing his hands on the body of the largest among them giving him the assurance that they were real this time. Nick found a narrow tunnel nearby and ran off. He ran, and ran, not stopping or looking back. He tripped on a rotten skeleton almost completely covered with dust. Nick, tried getting up, but realized that he was being held tightly on the ankle by the skeleton. He pulled and pulled, but to no avail. The skeleton popped his head and middle body out of the dust and let out an extremely loud blood curdling scream. He heard a voice; "I will possess you. I need a body now."

The combination of sexual frustration and feeling kept in the dark has Darius looking like he’s ready to explode. “Mara said that the person in charge of The Underground is named Bram,” I paused with my arms crossed over my chest, scanning my sisters’ faces for any reaction. Emmy was the first to react. Her eyes shoot open wide, and she stands up from her flimsy, folding chair. “Bram? Are you sure she said ‘Bram’?” Emmy asked, her hands beginning to fidget with the hem of her shirt. “Who is Bram?!” “Who the fuck is Bram?!” Lucas and Darius ask simultaneously. The five of us startle and I walk up to Darius. I place my hands on his chest to try and calm him down. I wait for him to take a deep

"9…" Nick on the other hand had searched thoroughly, but couldn't find anything. Just dead leaves, twigs and dirt. He turned around to return to Violet, but froze when he saw her teary pale face. The magnitude of fear that swam in her face stuck him to the ground. What was wrong with her? "Violet?" He called her name in confusion, and moved forward a bit. A small sob escaped from her lips, filling Nick with worry and fear. He squinted his eyes to see better, and he immediately paled. "Violet…" he whispered in despair, "no…"

He began beating off the bullets that lingered on his black t-shirt as if they were mere freckles of dust, and they came clattering to the ground with a crinkling sound. Then, he lifted up his head to meet the stillness of the night, his fierce eyes scanning the quiet, empty surroundings, his face utterly grave. His gaze drifted to the body lying a few feets in front of the reception office, and he began striding towards it. As he stood above Fiona's assuming lifeless body, he bent over and howled, a low-pitched howl that sent hot tingling chills down Fiona’s cold spine, surging her back to life. Her eyes fluttered open, as Nicholas squatted down to gaze closely at her terrified face.

Now it just looked like fear dressed in reason’s clothes. We drove until the world emptied around us. Just trees. Shadows. Stars too far away to interfere. Jessie slowed and pulled into an abandoned lot. Gravel crunched. The engine sputtered, then died. The silence that followed didn’t feel empty. It felt earned. “You think Nick will tell?” Ronnie asked, flicking sweat from his brow. Jessie scoffed. “He doesn’t have it in him.” Maybe not. But fear can turn people into something else. That, I understood now. Still, even if he did?