Grifter Fear Street Novels & Stories

“Given the events of the past week, do you really think it’s a good idea to open your drive-in with a horror show?” Skoger smiled slightly and turned to look at the trees that surrounded the back of the house. Yellow ironwood leaves fluttered and whispered in the wind and he nodded as if he were agreeing with them. “You know, my aunt always said the people in this country had a passion for fear. I believe that is still true. Fear is the first and most pure of man’s experiences. It nourishes us in a way. We come to crave it.

“Do you have any feelings for Zayden or did something happen last night when you were with him?” “Noooo”, Grace couldn’t help but shout. She quickly lowered her tone. “I meant NO for both the things. I don’t have any feelings for him. The only feeling that I have for him is that of fear. I am scared of him like hell. Every time I am with him, my eyes only wander around his waist, wondering when he will remove his gun and kill me, which he hasn't done until now, thankfully.”

"I want you to help me, Grace, and I am not a stupid man." No, he was a sexy one. So delectable. "You’re a vicious man. I k-know you are." "Yes." His honesty lessened her upcoming statement before she could begin. "Do you fear me, little mortal?" "Maybe. What if you choke me? I mean, kill me? Drain me? Or do that marking thing?"

She knew Lily was a hybrid made by the Alpha but despite that, she's yet to Know about her true self and her strength. "Oh..y.e.s I mean no.. nothing" Lily stammered. What can she say was the matter that made her so scared. She suddenly became uninterested in the stroll anymore and wanted to go to her room. " Miss Lily, did I scare you?" Ms Gracey pressed her for an answer. She can tell that this woman looked frightened and yet, she claimed not to be. They're both werewolves, so she should know that they have a heightened sense of perception.

Their fear followed me, clinging to my heels. The night hit me, cold and biting, carrying the metallic tang of blood that clung to my skin like a second shadow. My breath came slow and deliberate, chest rising and falling as the anticipation coiled tight inside me. It was time. Time to remind the Greco family what true fear tasted like. Time to taste blood again. Time to destroy. ************** AUTHOR’S NOTE Hey, amazing readers!

He was lying face down, and face up, all at once. I live in that house now. I am the village "fixer." And every night, I listen to the scratching beneath the floorboards. I don't fear the ones that crawl. I fear the ones that wait. Because now I know that the most terrifying thing in the world isn't death—it’s a corpse that refuses to close its eyes.

“You don’t know that.” “I know when a man is interested in a woman,” Ophois drawled. “And your mate finds you terrifying. He always did.” My jaw clenched, and I curled my hands into fists. The worst part of what the wolf god had said was that it was partially true. If Griff’s traumatic murder at my hands had left him with a fear of open flames, then it was only natural that he would find me repellant.

But he nodded anyway. The hunting party was small—Nicholas, I, and two other rogues named Finn and Marta. Finn was broad-shouldered, with a scar across his throat that had healed wrong. Marta was lean and quiet, her eyes always scanning. “New blood,” Finn said, looking me up and down. "Is she ready for this?” “She's ready,” Nicholas said. Finn grunted, not believing him. “She doesn't look ready.” “She set three Lycans on fire last week,” Marta said flatly. “What did you do last week, Finn?”

I started when he held a finger to my lips "You are not to speak, I'll do all the speaking, you'll only do as you are told....or god help you if you don't" I shivered under his threat His eyes were dark, Like an ocean before a raging storm . A sinister smile played on his lips,he was enjoying my fear... He was feeding on it.... "Don't look so bleak, what I'm going to do a slut like you will surely like it" "Strip!" His voice thundered My face blanched , I just stared at him motionlessly and that seemed to annoy him even more "The seconds are ticking right in my head Gracie and you'll surely be sorry if it gets to one...Now strip!" He growled even more menacingly this time

Instead, I chuckled—more of a wheeze, my throat locked in his grip. “She’s out of her senses,” Lydia said. Garrick tightened his hold. I grinned, flashing my teeth. His lips twitched. “Harder…” I rasped, eyes rolling shut. I needed the rage—the fuel to push me over the edge. Garrick hesitated, confusion narrowing his eyes. “You—” Bang! The sound echoed like a distant wave. Garrick’s grip went slack. I smelled fear… and another scent I recognized. Death.