Joan Fear Street Novels & Stories

The memory of the years of shame, the suppressants, and the feeling of being handled like property flashed through my brain, mixing violently with the massive, dormant reservoir of the triad merge pulsing deep beneath my ribs. "You are nothing but a monster," I whispered, the cold fear in my throat suddenly turning into a sharp, blinding spark of absolute fury. "I am your owner tonight, girl," Joanna hissed, her hand pulling hard at my clothes, her fangs dropping as she leaned down to press her mouth against my bare shoulder.

Her eyes brimming with tears. "You shouldn't have come." "I had to." They hugged, and the darkness shook about them. "This is the Void," she said. "It devours what we fear the most." He held her tighter. "Then it will choke on me." They moved through moving shadows, tormented by specters—ghosts of the past: Derek's father's betrayal, Diva's curse, the Crimson Tower's collapse. Each step was like a knife to memory. But they pushed on.

Her eyes began to turn red with fury, a frightening sight indeed. “Hey, what are you up to?” Joan playfully tapped her on the shoulder, startling Charlotte. “How dare you scare me!” Charlotte was a bit angry at first. Joan always liked to surprise her, which frustrated her. Luckily, she did not have a heart condition, or she would have been scared to death by now. “What are you just standing here for? You haven't said a word, and I’m getting bored! Come keep me company!” Joan said, making a mischievous face.

She asked making Liam keep quiet since he couldn't face her and a great fear fell on him. "Opportunity comes but once, so take it when you don't know tomorrow. But being a scared little boy, you actually remained loyal and look how it turned out. You became a decoration and I had fun shooting was it Jay, Jace, July. Oh yes Julius Radomir, the little aged vampy who thinks his powerful and now his in a very cold cellar waiting to be six foot under the earth." She whispered to his ears making Liam to tremble in fear and shock.

As for Jack, he stood some distance away from all of them. Father asked Anne to needle the tip of her index finger and put the dripping blood into a small bowl of water. Father then recited spell after spell, and was greeted by the sect members who repeated the incantation while raising their hands and walking around them. A moment later, Anne felt that her head was hurting terribly. She couldn't help it and screamed out loud. Her eyes began to turn white and blood came out of her nose. Anne looked up and grinned horribly. For a moment Anne's face took on the appearance of a demon, which it wasn't her.

She couldn’t move and could only stare at what was happening in total shock and disbelief. A wolf-like creature with red eyes and brown fur was standing in front of her. Her whole body trembled as her mind screamed for her to take to her heels. Joan’s legs moved backward one after the other as fear overtook her. She bolted from the room as fast as she could, but bumped into someone some seconds later… Tyler decided to go back to the mansion when he couldn’t find Liam. As he walked through the hallway, he could see a terrified girl running towards him. She bumped right into him because of the speed she was running at and she couldn’t stop in time.

Instinctively, Joanna released a warning shot, one that immediately had me rooted in fear. "If you value your pathetic life, then you'll sit still and shut the hell up!" She was speaking to me this time. She was a completely different person, and her eyes only screamed of bloodlust. Joanna was gone, the person before me was a being I couldn't even recognize. I froze, my body trembling with fear as Joanna's eyes drilled into mine. The sound of the warning shot still echoed in my ears, a stark reminder of the danger we were in. Kylan, weakened but undeterred, took a cautious step forward.

“I know grey sent you here Joan, I know you have no business in Haynes anymore” Bernard added as he got up from the swivel chair Joan swallowed; her left side was facing Bernard. She tried not to make eye contact with him. She was trying her best to hide her fear; because of course she’d be scared of Bernard after hearing everything he was capable of “I’d be stupid to think Grey wouldn’t have told you the kind of person I am” He smirked and Joan finally turned to face him, swallowing her fear

I turned the light back on. The scream that tore from my lungs wasn't human. The attic was packed. Hundreds of them. Not just my collection, but things that had crawled out from the eaves, from the crawlspaces, all wearing the faces of dolls I had never seen. They were all staring at the light, their pupils shrinking in unison, a sea of black dots vanishing into porcelain voids. They didn't retreat this time. They flinched, but they kept coming. "Don't look," a voice whispered from directly behind my ear. It sounded like Lady Genevieve. "It hurts to look."

Her expression twisted into a satisfied smirk when she saw me, her eyes gleaming with malice. “Look at the little Omega,” she sneered. “So pathetic, so fragile.” I swallowed hard, forcing myself to stand tall despite the terror clawing at my chest. “What do you want?” I demanded, my voice trembling but defiant as Seth left to possibly park his ride somewhere where it wouldn’t be seen. Joan laughed, the sound cold and cruel. “Revenge,” she said simply with an evil laugh. The sound of approaching footsteps interrupted her laughter, and my heart leaped as Sabrina suddenly hit Joan on her head with a piece of timber. The cold-hearted female fell to the floor, unconscious.