Joan Fear Street Novels & Stories

The older child jerked up, fear flooding her eyes. “Run, Joan!” she cried as she grabbed the little one and bolted. The hallway erupted with footsteps….several adults chasing after them, shouting orders. “No! No, no….run!” the girl whispered desperately as she dragged Joan through the corridor lit only by a swinging light bulb. I felt myself moving with them…feeling the panic, the cold air slashing against their faces. They turned a corner…. A man reached for them… The older girl yanked Joan away just in time…

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.

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.

Seeing that, Jean could understand. "You can leave if you want and have used it again. If I know you use it again, I will make sure you enter into a teen prison." Zoey was surprised and afraid of the threat of Jean. Without thinking, he immediately ran away. Jean approached the class and knocked on the door. A black and curly-haired woman opened the classroom door. She looked surprised by Jean's arrival. Even though she already knew that the police and detectives were below to do an autopsy on the body of one of the students there.

This time Liam was transported to where she was and he saw exactly what she saw. …………………. Joan opened her eyes to find herself in a place that scared the hell out of her. She could see twenty! no thirty! Or more people, she couldn't count. Were they black and dark witches, they all had their head to their toes covered with black capes. The whole place dimly lit with only a few candles lit.

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 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.

Jax looked at me with a serious expression. “Of course I do! I wasn’t born yesterday! It means when you’re scared of something, like I fear my father for example.” I through my hands up in the air. Jax chuckled and took my face in his hands softly making me look directly at him. “No honey. The word fear is more of an acronym.” I scrunched my face up in confusion. “Ok now you got me 38 shades of confuzzled fucked. Explain yourself.” Jax laughed and dropped his hands. “You’ve been hanging around Alida WAY to long hun. She’s rubbing off on you.” He said as he got up to get a pen and paper.

He added. “Then i’m sorry for whatever it is” “I would never treat someone like my mother treated me, i would never and i loved you, Theodore and some part of me never stopped. I loved you so much that i was scared, i was scared that i ran with this five year fucking plan that i had in my head—all of which was out of fear for what was in front of me all along” She sobbed into him and the tears finally fell from Joan’s eyes. His hands fell around her waist and he groped her in.