Nick Goode Fear Street Novels & Stories

Meaner. Not his usual rivals. Not even Dante’s men. No, this was different. Precise. Elegant. Terrifying. Nico hadn’t felt fear in years. But now? Now he watched his shadows disappear one by one. Real-time information dried up. Eyes and ears he paid dearly for went silent like moths swallowed by smoke. No reports from the docks. No intel from Florence. No word from the inside of Dante’s house. He crushed the paper in his fist, stood, and shoved the corpse beside him to the floor.

Behind her — the door slammed. Footsteps. Fast. Heavy. Getting closer. “I’m not done with you!” Nick shouted. The gate latch stuck for a terrifying second before giving way. She nearly tripped forcing it open, then bolted down the street. The neighborhood’s pristine homes loomed silent and dark, not a single porch light flicking on despite her screams. “Help! Someone help me!” No answer. Her vision began to blur. Each breath hurt. Her legs felt heavier with every step, muscles trembling with exhaustion and fear.

The sound of his bones breaking was muffled by Nick's broken cries. "Ha," Kral chuckled suddenly, and Nick's body trembled with fear. "You're not so tough after all," Kral said slowly. With sweat all over his face, veins bulging in his forehead, and blood streaming from his chest, Nick stares at the black figure that is causing him pain. There was nothing but terror in his eyes. This time, he really felt the approach of death. "How dare you touch my girl?"

The stars seem to be shinning brightly as night falls and the animals and insects of the night seem to come alive as darkness falls. At the end of the street I see movement, and I hear a loud grunt from over where Nick was tied. Suddenly there is a loud tearing noise, and then a loud scream. “Alex!” I hear Ash’s voice from down the street; I turn to where Nick was originally sitting and see the space vacant. Worry begins to build in my gut, and I see Ash come sprinting up the street.

I let out a faint sigh. "My father passed away too—when I was fifteen." Nick said quietly, a shared grief flickering in his tone. I nodded. "I miss them." Without a word, Nick suddenly took my hand, leading me through the park's gates. "Come. I'll take you to see them." "See who?" I asked, confused, but found myself following him anyway. The drizzle had stopped at some point. We stopped beside the Ferris wheel. "I'm afraid of heights," I admitted, shrinking back as I looked at the towering structure.

This vile shit was going to kill her and there was no way that either of us could ever let that stand. No, Nick was going to die and I was going to do it right here and now. Nick looked up at me and for the first time, I could see the fear in his eyes. He opened his mouth to say something. What, I'll never know because I took that moment to rip is throat out. He gurgled as he choked on his dead blood. That wasn't enough for me though. I ripped into his chest and tore his heart out. Next, I ripped his head clean off and threw it away from us. I continued to rip and slash at his body until he was a pile of bloody parts.

Zade said as he deeply sniffed the air again. “Um, who?” I asked, confused, thinking if someone else was here, why wasn't I picking up their scent? We faced each other in our Lycan and Wolf forms. His gold eyes displayed fear, which was not something I have ever seen. Lycan’s have nothing to fear. They were the highest of all paranormal creatures. What could he possibly be afraid of? “Nico,” Zade replied with a heavy sigh from his Lycan.

Thunderstorm! 'Noooooo!' Nick trimmed his ears with his hands and crouched on the ground. He found himself out of Yehan's room. He wanted to scream, he wanted to get up and run but he couldn't... He couldn't even move, words got stuck in his throat...

“Of course I’ve come across it. I’ve watched it three times!” “Do you know where I can find it?” “I’m telling you,” Sonny Boy said while bringing the onyx tray up to his chin. “It’s not nearly as good as the boys getting sliced live in Central Asia. They cook the little shits!” “What’s it called?” Sonny Boy lifted his head and let out an uproarious laugh. “It’s called Don’t Tickle Me!” Sonny Boy celebrated the hilarity of that with a second line. Dink went into a trance watching a ball of shooting stars travel around half the monitors in the room and then disappear into a white vapor that evaporated into nothingness.

Everyone knew him too: her Bloodmate, grandson of the Caddo Nation Trickster God, the coyote who laughed while he tore through battlefields. Phones came out—slow, hesitant. The Daily Fang exploded in real time. **Live Feed – #StormQueenAtBludHeaven** “Celeste Morau just walked campus with Remy Tsatoke. Destination: West Wing. Nico Black’s suite? Queens’ bond? This is escalating FAST.” Views climbed—500K in minutes. They reached Elara’s suite door. Celeste knocked once—firm, authoritative. Inside, the five of them froze. Nico sat up—still in joggers and T-shirt.