Fear Street: Prom Queen Novels & Stories

he whispers back. I nod at him to leave and once he does thoughts start rushing through my head. This has Seong and Dwayne written all over it. No, those two aren’t clever enough to come up with a successful ambush. I sighed and rubbed the bridge of my nose. I am not afraid to die, I’m afraid the killer may be someone close to me.

There was no was someone made it out. Except, I’m looking at this thing in the room and she looks pretty fucking real. And she is glaring at me. I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat and tried to hide just how nervous she made me. Witches fed off people’s and once they figure out they have that effect on you. It’s over for you. “Who are you?” I ask her, keeping the fear from my voice.

She brings the worst side of me forward. “ So the next opponent is going to be the very person our King choses!” And that’s when I smirk looking the girl trying to hide in the crowd. Her eyes looking at anything except me. I can smell her fear from here and I loved it. “ Your Queen! Leora King!” People gasp instead of cheering. Realising they had a demon amongst them. Stepping away from her. They feared even touching her. Hatred burning in their eyes for her. And I only smirk placing forward my open palm for her to take.

she felt all the air and energy inside her had been sucked out and dry hearing the mysterious man's words, it was Anne, she knew this was a vision of what was to come, the inevitable horrific death of Anne, slowly she staggered backward with her hand clutching against the hems of her dress firmly as she panted heavily for breath. "No this can't be real," she muttered repeatedly, it couldn't be, Anne couldn't possibly be murdered in the future and to make it worse all because of her, unable to keep her surging fear and terror within she let out a terrifying bone-chilling scream which startled everyone present at the cafeteria including Asher and Annabelle as they were taken aback by the loud

Ironically, it sprang from the one horror game everyone else avoided. … To master my craft and do my job well as the horror game's makeup artist, I spent the week studying and trying out different ghost-ready makeup looks. When the summoning device blinked to life a week later, I grabbed my makeup case and stepped into the instance. Before me stood a row of brides. Alongside the Slit-Mouthed Woman were wraiths, ghouls, and vampires.

Not by name. Not yet. By position. By presence. By the way they stand close together, uncertain, watching. Fear holds them in place. Not loud fear. Quiet fear. The kind that spreads slowly through the body until movement becomes impossible. My gaze moves to the Queen first. She stands tall despite the tension in her shoulders. Her face is composed, carefully controlled, but grief lingers beneath the surface. I see it in the tightness around her eyes. In the way her hands remain clasped too tightly before her.

But I'd already ripped away the sheet. The body was charred beyond recognition. But the build matched Serena's. My gaze traveled downward, and my pupils contracted in horror— "Where are her fingers?" My voice shook as I grabbed one of the workers: "Where the fuck are her fingers?!" The worker looked terrified, completely out of his depth. "Edward, stop! They're just doing their job! Leave them alone!" Donald wrapped his arms around me from behind. But I was spiraling. "Her fingers! Where are her goddamn fingers?!"

He began to spit out a foamy substance, and his eyes rolled up as he struggled for his soul with the demon that attacked him. Cries of horror erupted in the hall, and fear scribbled itself on everyone’s faces as they stared helplessly at him until his body stiffened and became pale. “Does anyone want to join me…” I paused and waved my man towards the dead man, “Or him?” All the men rushed towards the right side of the hall, shivering in fear. Only the Luna Queen and her daughters remained rooted at a spot. I smirked at them and moved closer, my hands wrapped around my waist.

She backed away and collided with the one who brought her, placing his icy palm on her back, pushing her forward whispering to her. “Do you not want to greet your people, my queen?” Then he brought his mouth close to her ear and whispered his stinking breath, “Smell the scent of your fear, my advice, do not show your fear in front of them, or else they will forget that you are their queen and devour you.” Celine was stunned by the horror of what she saw in front of her, feeling a dark presence approaching, with a dark soul, an evil presence surrounded by a dark black aura, causing the hairs of her body to rise up with violent shudders.

Well, I'm lucky to have a phone connected to the internet. The look on my mate's face showed that he was proud of how I looked, which I can understand. Well, I can't say the same about the queen and her minion, Selene. The moment my mate and I reached the Queen of Werewolves Altar, the smiles on their faces vanished as if they had never existed. How could they not when they were both expecting me to show up in Mery's dress? That way, I guess, they wanted everyone to believe that I'd have the same fate as her.