Novelas y relatos de Fear Street: Prom Queen

He held them in his arms and shook his head at me before getting out of the car. My heart was thumping hard in my chest. I can’t believe I am scared of that mafia queen. I watched Jake disappear into the mansion in the side mirror and started the car once again, driving it into the garage and parking it amongst the other cars. I stepped out of the car, slamming it shut when I saw a gunman approaching me. "The queen is calling you," he stated flatly. "I know," I said rudely and started walking to the entrance of the mansion, ready for the worst. She is going to torture me sexually, that’s what she knows how to do best.

She says with a small giggle. "You will stop second guessing your abilities to lead and you will rule right beside your mate. That is an order." She jokes with a hint of seriousness. I nod and smile up at her. She holds her hand out and a golden staff apears. I immediately bow down and she dubs me Queen of werewolves by tapping the staff on both of my shoulders. "I now dub thee Mackenzie Roseline Lathen as Queen of werewolves and Luna of the royal pack. Do you accept?" She asks and I look up at her.

The coordinator said. Renee interrupts furiously "Why second ?" "You know after..." "Ava" I said. Renee was going to give her a reply but I stopped her. Isn't it strange that the girls who fear to stand for themselves are willing to fight everyone when it comes to their sister. Sometimes I find it hard to believe that we are not real sisters. Renee dropped me home. She had to go prom shopping. Just because I am not going doesn't means that she shouldn't.

Mia looks at them like they’re going to eat her at any second for the first hour or so until she’s finally able to relax. We end up cooking dinner together before watching a romantic movie together. I always close my eyes, cover my ears and wiggle my toes whenever the male and female protagonists kiss because watching someone else kiss is so embarrassing. Of course Mia has the time of her life laughing at me. Even Florence and Barton are huffing, almost as if they’re laughing at me too. “Everyone is so mean.” I argue, sticking my tongue out at Mia who’s still laughing. Once she’s calmed down and the movie is finished she decides to head out and I wave her off from the doorway. I already feel

Her whimpers died down, and she slowly knelt on the floor, weakened from all the deprivation of oxygen I inflicted on her. She snapped her head to me, and I greeted her glare with a cold expression. The way she looked at me was full of both hatred and fear, but the latter was much more winning. “J-Just you wait, Courtney!” Her feet wobbled as she stood up very slowly. “Once I go out of that door, I will tell everyone what you did to me!” she spat on the tiled floor. “I will expose you, you two-faced evil bitch!”

​The Beast turns its massive, void-eyes toward Queen Lirien. ​The Fae Queen is no longer laughing. She is frozen at the base of the broken altar, her ethereal, pearlescent skin turning as pale as bleached bone. Her void-eyes are swirling with a sudden, devastating, and entirely unexpected emotion: pure, unadulterated terror. ​She realizes her fatal mistake. She fanned the flames of a scythe she thought she could control, only to realize she has just unleashed an omnivorous monster that intends to eat her first.

and tonight, I was bringing my queen back home. Later that evening, in an alley near the venue, a terrified human woman cowered before me, weeping uncontrollably. “Please... let me go! I have a family!” she pleaded. “You don't have to worry at all,” I cooed smoothly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Once I am done drinking your blood, I will let you go... assuming I manage to stop halfway and don't drink you to death.” The delicious scent of her fear hit my senses as I leaned in closer. Her terror only heightened the flavor. I located the pulse beating rapidly at the side of her neck and slammed my fangs deep into her flesh.

"The place where the Queen made her choice." Silence followed and the words settled heavily between us. Choice. The First Queen again. Everything led back to her, to me, to whatever connection existed between us. A distant roar suddenly echoed from below. The sound wasn’t human, wasn’t wolf, wasn’t anything I recognized. Every hair on my body stood up. The Hollow King’s expression changed instantly. Fear. Real fear. The sight stunned me. Immortals weren’t supposed to look afraid, yet he did. The realization landed like a hammer. Whatever waited beneath Moonhold, even the Hollow Kings feared it.

Because beneath the fear, the anger, and the growing suspicion that my entire life had been built on secrets, one truth had become impossible to ignore. Whatever waited for us next, I no longer wanted to face it alone. And when Cassian led us toward the hidden path beyond the trees, the silver mark on my palm burned once more, carrying a whisper that belonged to neither Lucien nor me. “The Queen's blood remembers. The King's heart will pay.”

I could see only part of him through the silver opening, but I could feel everything through our bond—the pain burning through his arm, the strain in his muscles, and beneath all of it, the one emotion he could not hide. Fear. Not fear for himself. For me. Then something moved behind him. A shadow. It was taller than any man I had ever seen. Its shoulders nearly touched the ancient stone ceiling. Two pale eyes opened inside the darkness. My blood went cold. Selene’s voice echoed behind me. “Do not let him cross the threshold.” I turned. The first Blood Moon Queen was standing several steps away, her silver hair floating around her face as though there were wind inside the Gate chamber.