Grifter Fear Street Novels & Stories

Much harder than I hope too. “I can smell your fear,” he says. “It’s understandable, but don’t let it control you. This is just like every other full moon, only more painful.” “I know,” I nod. He and Bo have told me that a million times. But still, I can’t help the terror that is flooding through me. More pain, more strength but less control and stronger urges to kill everything and everyone in my path besides other wolves. Oh yeah, this is gonna be a breeze.

A gaping wound tore across his neck, a gruesome wound where a chunk of flesh and artery had been bitten right off. She'd heard of ghouls before, she'd seen some too. Grave stealers, flesh eaters, undead entities, Zombies. So many names, and yet, none of them had struck fear into her until now. Oh Jesus! Her legs had gone weak.

“I just… I thought…” “I know.” I kissed her forehead. “We’ll get through this.” Gracie sat on a bench, hunched over and staring at her hands. There was something strange in her eyes, fear… and anticipation? “You’ve been through a lot,” I said, approaching her cautiously. “We didn’t expect to find you like this.” “No one expects to be hunted like animals,” she muttered. “They would’ve killed my son… sacrificed him.” My jaw clenched. “Lucien.”

I knew in that moment that Griffin had torn the rogue’s hand clean off. Even with my eyes tightly shut, I could hear every sound with terrifying clarity. I knew Prince Griffin didn’t want me to see what he was doing. He’d asked me to close my eyes to spare me the gory, gruesome sight. But even with my eyes shut, I could still see it happening in her mind. I imagined the look of pure terror on the rogue’s face as Griffin ripped his hand right from his arm. I saw the gushing blood spilling onto the floor in my mind’s eyes. I fought to control the fear surging through me, but alongside my fear came a startling realization—Griffin was punishing them. For me.

“It takes more than one grown werewolf to stop a rogue. There was nothing you could have done.” “Will Grace be OK?” she wailed, twisting her head and trying to look. I turned so she couldn’t see. She had enough for her nightmares already. “Did he say anything?” I asked, trying to keep her busy. “No, he just snarled and growled and hit Grace. I was so scared!” “Of course you were.”

Just sat there, watching with the mechanical patience of an apex predator. Griffin tilted his head, an unconscious echo of his father's mannerism that still chilled me sometimes. "Is it him?" he whispered, voice steady despite the slight tremor I could feel through our linked hands. "No." My voice was steel, forged in the fires of survival and tempered by necessity. "Just another ghost." Flashback – Five Years Ago

So in their eyes, I was nothing more than a tool to be completely drained of worth. The storm felt as though it were freezing my organs solid, but I summoned the last of my strength, curled my fingers and pushed the car door open again. My stiff limbs gave way the moment I stepped out, and I fell hard into the snow. Hearing the noises from my end, Zachary scoffed, his sneer almost visible in his voice. "No way, are you trying to rupture the heating pipes again? You can't even bear to hurt a mouse, so why are you acting all scary now?

To disappear. Maybe then I wouldn’t feel anything. No pain. No fear. No shame. A muffled thud freezes the blood in my veins. Heavy footsteps. I know who it is. The monster wearing my father’s face. My breath turns shallow, ragged. My eyes dart frantically across the room. I need something. Anything. Something to protect myself. The door swings open with a bang, slamming against the wall. I jolt violently. I force my body to move, to stand, to do something—anything—to not look helpless.

With a cloth stuffed in his mouth. He saw there were two men sitting on the high chairs. They were just looking at him but they were too intimidating. He remembered how much he cried for Adam to untie him, to leave him, to send him back to Stephen. Speaking of Stephen. Another wave of shock trembled passed his body. He saw Stephen was thrown on the ground. He was hurt. He was choked. And then he bit Adam. His eyes turned yellow. His fangs elongated. And he killed Adam?

"Was it because you were afraid? Afraid that the poison you hid in the lilies would harm your own child? So you changed the flowers?" A flicker of panic flashed in her eyes. "I… I don't know what you're talking about…" My throat tightened. My vision blurred at the edges, but I held my ground. "Was it you?" My voice cracked, raw with grief. "Did you kill my children?" The certainty in my words made Giselle recoil. She stumbled back, seeking refuge behind Griffith. But she hadn't expected what came next. Griffith didn't shelter her. Instead, he wrenched her forward and struck her across the face.