Jeeper Creeper Novels & Stories

I watch as flames fill the sky and howls of terror ring through the night. Maybe we still have a chance. We have mighty warriors, but as we get closer to the packhouse, I gasp in horror as I see the bodies of pack members I knew. “Don’t worry, sweetheart.” The giant man carrying me laughs. “You will carry many pups. Your story doesn’t end here tonight.”

Creep sat hunched over his monitor inside the sleek, high-tech office of ACEGame, fingers flying over the keyboard. The office was a controlled chaos of flickering screens and urgent activity. Jace was beside him, pacing back and forth like a caged lion. His face was a mask of fury and concern, his clenched fists and tense posture revealing the storm of emotions roiling inside him. He went to see and talk to Creep about Emerald’s nanny, Lucy. Still, while talking, young Morgan called about their son’s disappearance.

He playfully honked at Alex as he zipped past, while my brother struggled to overtake the slow-moving car ahead for a bit too long. As Noah's excitement at taking the lead surged, the adrenaline pushed him to accelerate to a rapid one hundred and five miles per hour behind the wheel of his 2014 Jeep Renegade. Maintaining this speed, Noah effortlessly made the next turn, but Alex and his group were not far behind now. Glancing at the passenger's side mirror, I could see them trailing us by only a couple hundred feet, likely driving at speeds close to ninety miles per hour.

I scooted closer as our voices dropped to a low whisper. “Well.” She looked behind her to make sure Sam and Mrs. Cannon weren’t coming back, “This one guy said this morning, that the Delazar’s are creating trouble in Shadowcreek right now. They are tearing up the town looking for Hunter. He’s a big deal in their clan, Jay. He’s the leader of their reapers, the list holder. But I think he’s even more than that.”

The air rumbles with the sound of the engines as they try to run over or chase after the San Diego pack in their vehicles. For a while, Jasper’s strategy of climbing up rocks and getting into places where the vehicles can’t follow actually works. Greyson manages to jump from the top of the ridge onto an ATV driven by two bear clan members, knocking them to the ground and sending the now unmanned vehicle careening down the mountain.

The Jeeps, relentless in their pursuit, were determined to apprehend me, but I refused to succumb to fear. My mind raced with possibilities, analyzing the situation and calculating my next move. With each passing moment, my confidence grew, bolstered by the resilience within me. I became one with the machine I controlled, seamlessly merging my instincts with the capabilities of my vehicle. In a daring display of skill and precision, I executed a calculated maneuver that caught my pursuers off guard. Utilizing my knowledge of the area, I veered onto a lesser-known path, weaving through narrow alleyways and backstreets. The Jeeps, momentarily thrown off by my unexpected detour, struggled to ke

Skullz and Reaper come out of the garage laughing. "Here! Take my Jeep. It's brand new. No real mods done to it yet other than a slight lift. You should have no problems getting in or out of it." Reaper says as he tosses the keys over to Aiden. It's painted candy apple red with gold glitter. The Jeep is fucking beautfiul. The matching rims with mud grip tires sits along the fence by the garage waiting to be put on. I skip over to Reaper and kiss his cheek. "Thanks Reaper! Now this is momma's kinda ride. Can you find me a white one just like this? Then do one of your infamous paint jobs and a design on it?"

I tell Aztec and he nods, smiling. Aztec puts their bags in the trunk of their jeep Grand Cherokee, Aztec's mating gift to his mate. It is just amazing. Avery had once expressed that she would like to travel by a car instead of running all the way to their packs and I guess Aztec took it seriously when he bought the jeep for his mate.

Behind us, the wail of the automated siren died instantly as the power lines snapped, plunging the ridge into a sudden, eerie silence. The air smelled of sulfur and burnt copper. We reached the back of the small gray border shack. The building was empty, the front door hanging open, a half-eaten sandwich sitting on the desk inside next to a dead radio console. The Jeep was there. It was an old, battered green utility model with no doors and a rusted winch on the front bumper. The keys were dangling from the ignition column, a heavy brass ring swinging slowly in the draft. "Get in!" I yelled to Clara.

The night air hit her skin like ice. She landed hard, rolling into the damp earth. The metallic scent of blood and smoke clung to the air. Ethan vaulted through next, landing in a crouch. Then Adrian. Footsteps thundered inside. “They’re escaping!” More gunfire. Too close. Juniper ducked instinctively. “We need a car—” Adrian’s head snapped up. He pointed. “There!” Across the clearing—an old Jeep. Rusted. Dingy. But functional. Ethan took off first. “Keys, keys—”