Fiona Haunting Ground Novels & Stories

“Mother, that place must’ve been sealed off right now. Why do you want to go back? There are dead bodies all over that place. I’m afraid that you’ll faint again if you go there!” Fiona was frightened when she heard this. Fane had a point. Would she not need to search for her money in the midst of those dead bodies? Would that be a bad omen? Would those people turn into ghosts and haunt her? She gulped when she thought about this. She turned around and had a bitter expression on her face. “I’ve really lost a lot today!”

"Hurting you? How about how you helped hurt her!" "Ahhhh," Fiona coughs, spittle and blood drip into the dirt beneath her face. "Fine, FINE! Just..just, don't mess up my face! With the cuffs, I could scar!" For fucksake. If my eyes rolled any further back in my head, I'd be staring at my brain. Of course, concern for her looks overrides any level of loyalty she could carry. Pressing her face deeper into the dirt, "They are in the cellar!"

"As long as we're united." Emily laughed. She couldn't help it. "Now that's a title sure to inspire fear wherever we go," she said in mock seriousness. Amusement danced briefly in Williams eyes before he turned his attention back to their current situation. "We need to get moving," he said. "How far is the nearest crematorium the Coven has in this area?" "Hold on," Empusa said. He pushed a few buttons on his phone, then looked up with a grimace. "Only one in this state. It's about three hours from here," he said.

She keeps pressing her fist trying to erase the omen. "We don't know if the pond is deep. I can't put you in danger..." Fabien tries to calm the young maiden. He looks at her intently thinking about ways on how to get in the opening. They believe that Annie and her culprit entered the opening of the big roots. Fabien also is sensing something of a dark presence inside that he wanted to get in to see if it will endanger Neitheria in any cost. "Neitheria is a deserted land. Do you think this is just an illusion? Maybe...maybe they went the other way right?" Lucia starts to denies the reality. The echanting place seems to be too magical for eyes that she is having doubts about its existence.

Thorne began to integrate magic into their encounters with a casual, terrifying ease. He didn't use ropes or silk to restrain her anymore; instead, he called upon the very greenery of his realm. Fiona felt the cool, rough texture of living vines snaking around her wrists, binding her hands behind her head. They weren't static; they were alive, thumping in perfect time with her own frantic heartbeat. It was as if the room itself was breathing with her, monitoring her fear and her excitement.

Everyone seems to think that those two are still alive somewhere, awaiting for us to go to their rescue. Sometimes, I can't help but wonder if it's our wishful thinking. What are the chances of surviving a car crash then plunging deep into a river? “Did Fiona show up?” I ask. “Yeah,” Shadow replies. “But she is fine, just worried about her mother” “ What if she knows something and is just bragging?” Ghost asks. We both turn to look at him. “ I don't know. She could be just like her mother. Helena hid her malicious heart from everyone else. She is her daughter after all.” Ghost explains.

Fiona’s POV My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the encroaching darkness. No sooner had we begun unloading than I felt them – the pursuers. Their presence was a tangible thing, a cold dread that prickled my skin. "The crystals go there," I pointed to a patch of worn earth, where the markings I had made were still visible under my flashlight. "Soren, connect that line to the north node." "Got it, Fiona," growled Soren, his massive form already hefting a heavy stone.

she cursed, and her hand flew over her mouth as she shivered in fear. “What was that? Someone might be here. Go take a look,” Fiona barked orders at Dione, and he hurried off as he searched around. “There’s no one, boss,” Dione reported back to Fiona, but she denied it. “I’m telling you, someone’s here,” she said as she scoured the place herself. Maya ducked behind a rusty, abandoned car and hoped she didn’t get caught, but she ran out of luck as Fiona’s and Dione’s footsteps became more audible. She quickly tossed her phone inside one of the cars, which had a broken glass, and awaited what would come next.

"I'll accompany you to the graveyard, Dr. York. A young woman like you shouldn't go to the graveyard, Dr. Nicoll. I wouldn't want you to get a fright." "I'm pretty brave," Fiona said, puffing out her chest as if to say that her courage was as big as her bosom. Darren insisted, "You have no idea what the graveyard looks like right now, Dr. York. We have coffins lying around everywhere. It's a pretty ghastly sight, to be honest. If you went there, you might have nightmares when you sleep." "But I'm not scared of—" Darren interrupted Fiona to say, "It's summer right now. There are lots of venomous snakes up in the mountains. You're not scared of them either?"

There was no hesitation in her voice, only the lethal spark of a predator who had caught the scent of her prey. “Tempting,” I murmured, my voice dropping to something darker. “Very tempting. But you know Derek’s mansion… layer after layer of guards. And Fiona’s paranoia will be worse after what happened at the mall.” “All the better,” she countered, stepping closer. “If she’s already scared, imagine what we can do if I haunt her in her own home. And besides…” her lips curved faintly, “…I know every route in that house. It was mine once, remember?”