Fear Street Nick Goode Novels & Stories

"Woah geez, calm down tiger. Maybe it has something to do with the murders around the city. I will continue to investigate it. Do your thing I will do mine" Nick went back to his desk and went on in his research. The thick air inside the room is loaded my lungs as I tried to solve this " Bloody Barbies Mystery" maybe I should go outside for a walk and catch some fresh air. I want outside and go for a walk around the city. As the sound of cars roaring filled the air in the city my thoughts began again. What if nick was right all alone? What if a cult was behind all of this? Is that mean Maria was a cult member? Again with these various questions and yet very little evidence. I returned to th

Crossing my fingers praying that there was not a Doctor Abraham Van Helsing anywhere in our version of the yellow pages. Rather than sleep, I spent the night formulating my own strategy as to how to get Nicky to stop, and here we are. While I truly don’t believe Jonathan means to harm me, I can’t help but lurch back into the small metal box away from his thin hand reaching out for mine. The scene has the formerly quiet blonde in one corner, all but howling in laughter. In that moment of embarrassment, fear, dread, and what Alex refers to as my big feelings that are simply too large to express, I do the unthinkable……..

“You weren’t supposed to survive. You weren’t supposed to come back.” I smiled then. Slow. Sharp. “Maybe I didn't. Maybe I came back for you, Mila.” She gasp and shook her head, breathing uneven, fear radiating off her like heat. For a moment, I saw her for what she really was—not powerful, not confident. Just a coward with blood on her hands. Then— The door creaked again. Mila flinched hard and whipped her head around. Nick stood in the doorway, his golden Alpha eyes glowing like molten fire. Behind him, Josh and Rose lingered, silent and watchful. His presence filled the room, heavy and suffocating.

She approached him, her hand outstretched, trying to soothe the beast's sudden agitation. ----------- Miles away, Nick navigated a deserted road, the family gala a distant memory. He hadn't bothered to attend. His mind was occupied with thoughts of Maggie, their earlier encounter echoing in his memory. The fear in her eyes, the echoes of his own childhood abandonment, had left him rattled.

"Shamsiya, is there no..." He barely raised his head, when his eyes widened in horror, and a horrified growl ripped from his throat. "Shamsiya, duck!" Nick lunged forward and pushed her to the ground. A figure landed on his back and sunk it's canines into his neck. A piercing shriek exploded through the air, ushering in a night of terror. "Ahhh...!"

He'd ordered, taking off his clothes and piling it next to her. Nadine looked away immediately. Nick laughed, “It's nothing you haven't seen before.” He taunted, before he transformed into a lycanthrope and stalked the innocent deer that was chewing on a shrub. Within a twinkle of an eye, Nick lounged at the deer, startling it. The poor animal did not have time to run as Nick held its body, and voraciously inserted his teeth into its neck. The deer squealed, probably a call for help, before it went limp.

"Marcus?" He didn't answer. I turned on my flashlight. He was sitting against the wall, eyes open, staring at nothing. His mouth was moving, but no sound came out. His pupils were fixed, dilated. He was gone. Not dead—just gone. Like something had reached inside him and pulled out the part that made him human. "Fear is a creature's instinct," I said. He didn't respond. I stayed with him for another hour, but there was nothing left. I left him there and crawled through the emergency exit—a drainage pipe that led to the surface a quarter mile away.

The sound of his bones breaking was muffled by Nick's broken cries. "Ha," Kral chuckled suddenly, and Nick's body trembled with fear. "You're not so tough after all," Kral said slowly. With sweat all over his face, veins bulging in his forehead, and blood streaming from his chest, Nick stares at the black figure that is causing him pain. There was nothing but terror in his eyes. This time, he really felt the approach of death. "How dare you touch my girl?"

He warns. “Girl, I was looking for you, you left me to die in that auction!” “Don’t be dramatic, I went to the bathroom,” I huff. We begin searching for the file and after almost one hour we finally find it. “Yes!” I giggle but immediately I place my hands on it, an alarm starts to blare. “Shit shit , let’s grab it and run!” Nick panics. Oh fuckkkk, sweat drips down my spine when I hear footsteps approaching the room.

Minutes later, Ichabod could hear a swift movement behind the shelves and out came a short man in a black tail coat and a large hat which made him look like all those wizards you see in movies like Harry Potter. “Ah! If it isn’t my old friend.” Johhny said cheerfully. “It has been a while since I last saw you. Are you having nightmares again?” “No.” Adams replied, “I would like you to meet someone.” He said, “this is Ichabod Nuel.” Johnny laid his eyes on Ichabod and scanned him from head to toe. A serious smile cracked upon his lips. “Ah. I can see you haven’t come alone young man.”