Nick Goode Fear Street Novels & Stories

he confirmed. Christian rolled his eyes mockingly. "Really? Then why are you speaking like a wuss?" he complained. Coco sighed and looked at his son who was sitting quietly there with fear from the moment Nikolai came to visit. "Because I just came a few feet closer to my death. Christian, you haven't met Nikolai yet. You would understand why I am so scared. If you think that I was cut throat a decade ago, then meet Nikolai Knight once. You will understand the feeling of facing Hades, the king of hell. He doesn't earn that name for nothing. He is indeed Hades to the people who wronged him" Coco spoke. A shudder ran down his spine just at the thought of Nikolai outside his door.

He just sat there, present, like he was giving my heart room to decide whether it wanted to be touched. "Gwen," he said quietly. "This isn't about you." I let out a short laugh. No humor in it. "Of course it is." I stared at my hands. At my ring. At the skin that suddenly didn't feel like it fit. "She screamed, 'I don't want you.'" Nick exhaled slowly. "She screamed because she was terrified," he said. "And because Renee did what she always does. She put adult fears into a child's mouth and called it 'concern.'"

In a panicked expression, voice laced with jittery concern , Nico kept asking , a cute Stuart little like mouse cradled inside his cupped hands ,tiny squeaks escaping its tiny mouse mouth. The once flooded hallways had been emptied, an eerie atmosphere settling around us as our footsteps bounced against the metal rowed walls in a frightful echo. Missing seventh period to execute my petty and juvenile revenge on that goth freak seemed far more reasonable and significant than squeezing my butt on a wooden chair, listening to Ms.Beedy explaining William Snorespear's boring sonnets.

Another hour passed and everyone inside could feel it much longer from the first time they had arrived inside. The sounds outside didn’t fade but only intensified as gunfire continued to echo through the night. It became closer and louder. A scream cut through the silence and Nicholas buried his face into Helena’s neck. “Nana, I’m scared.” Nicholas whimpered, a catch in his voice. Benjamin and Marian held onto each other while consoling Nico at the same time. “We’re here, Nico.” Marian assured gently, rubbing Nico’s back in comforting circles. She smiled when Nico looked at her. “Listen to me. Why don’t you close your eyes and start thinking about the dinosaurs sharing the river.”

Please God let me unsee that. I feel like scrubbing my eyes clean with bleach. I get into the Elevator and puts the buttons with trembling fingers. Shaking my head it can’t be true, No Niko, Not my Niko. “He’s a monster” With blood everywhere dripping down his face, coating his fingers, in his hair, he throws his head back and he laughs. I had never see such gruesome killing in my life before, the screams, the terror. never imagined that someone could do this. Be so mad with bloodlust. In a world of his own. High from spilling blood. I blink repeatedly hoping the sight in front of me would somehow disappear.

The voice yells for me to take a right, and I mistakenly turn left. ‘Right, I said right,’ the voice scolds me. I quickly turn around, but I am met with a pair of dark eyes shining through the darkness. Spinning around again, I take off running only to be met with a solid wall. My hands grope along the wall looking for a way to escape. Nico’s voice cackles loudly through the dark, and I shiver with fear. He is going to kill me, and no one will find my body.

Mason "So, when did you figure out you were into guys too?" Niko's voice is light, teasing, the smirk practically audible. I roll my eyes, but there's no real heat behind it. Niko's just being Niko right now. We just finished The Conjuring—my choice, of course—and while Niko didn't outright admit to being scared, he'd spent half the movie burying his face in my shoulder. Which is crazy because he's the one who suggested we watch a horror movie.

It was their father who died this time. Niko was still there and when he realized his plan worked. He immediately detached with Ayale and rushed to close the door. Ayale was confused Niko did that. He even locked the door inside. He then, brought out his gun ordering the girls to sit in the bed. "Come on girls," he hushed. "Take of your masks," he ordered. Niko wanted them to reveal their beautiful faces and let him take a look at them. They immediately executed his orders but their eyes were fearful. Specially Ayale, the youngest was so traumatized, she did not imagine this young man to be this scary.

My pack or death. I don’t hesitate to sink my claws into both of his shoulders, knocking him off his feet and onto his back. I spare him no thought as my teeth rip into his throat, severing his jugular vein. Blood sprays out of his neck and into my fur. I close my eyes, having made that mistake too many times and got blood in them. Moments later, he is dead and shifts back to his human form. My wolf is glowing with pride over her kill. He doesn’t seem like a rogue. He is clean and well-fed. As my wolf stalks around his lifeless body, I notice something on the bottom of his foot, a tattoo. It looked like the symbol on the bottom of the note that Darius showed me in his office. The note that s

Hid in the garden behind the house, where the tomato vines tangled like secrets and the air smelled like earth and summer. That’s where Nick found me. He was older—fifteen, maybe sixteen. Tall, quiet, always watching like he saw more than he said. I heard his boots crunch the gravel before I saw him. He didn’t say anything at first. Just sat beside me, close but not too close. “You wanna tell me what happened?” he asked, voice low and steady. I shook my head, wiping my face with the sleeve of my shirt. He didn’t push. Just plucked a cherry tomato from the vine and handed it to me. “They don’t know you,” he said. “Not really. People talk when they’re scared of what they don’t understand.”