Ruby Lane Fear Street Novels & Stories

“They hate me for my power. They hate you for being human. But now, they hate us both because we have bound their greatest fear to their greatest threat.” He handed me a small, wickedly sharp hunting knife. “Keep this hidden. If they seize you, don’t hesitate to use it.” I slipped the knife into the inside pocket of the coat. Rian walked to the tunnel door. He listened carefully. “We go now,” Rian said. “We move fast. We use the fear they have of my instability to keep them back. You are the source of that fear, Elara. You will walk beside me.” He opened the door just a crack. He looked at me, his eyes full of cold, possessive resolve.

Lucas’s POV The night was too still. That kind of stillness that comes before chaos. I’d been in my office when the scent of fear hit me. Selina’s fear. It was faint but sharp—cutting through the oak and leather that usually cloaked this room. I froze mid-sentence, the pen snapping in my hand. Fear wasn’t an emotion my Luna wore often. She was built from fire and fury, forged in every war her bloodline survived. For her to smell like this… something had gone terribly wrong.

Luciano Fear was such a shitty feeling. It had this way of clawing at your heart, nicking it so that it bled in the wrong places. Two whole fucking hours and I hadn't seen Raven yet. I hadn't heard a thing either. Not Ater that scream from earlier. Fuck! I didn't know what to think. I didn't even want to. It would be all morbid thoughts and I refused to think or imagine in the slightest that Raven was dead.

He unbuckles his belt—and the sound makes my whole body freeze. But something inside me breaks. The fear curdles into rage. My hand finds the vase on the table, long forgotten, filled with dead flowers. Before he can take another step, I stand. And I strike. The crash of glass shattering echoes through the hallway, followed by his stunned cry. He crumples near the stairs. I fall on top of him, breathless. Without even realizing it, I grab his hair and smash his head against the steps. Once. Twice.

KIAN'S POV My body throbbed like a beaten drum. Each breath was fire. But I wasn’t thinking about the pain. I was thinking about Harlin. He stood in the doorway of the garage, haloed by the pale morning light like some vengeful god. Slick suit. Gold watch. That ever-present smugness coiled in the lines of his smirk. But there was something else in his eyes now. Fear. "So," he drawled, stepping inside with that lazy arrogance I remembered all too well. "The ghost walks."

Lily knew that it would be easy for her because she lived with them and she was their personal maid however, she didn't want Fae to know she worked with them. “I will find my way,” she smiled, and then Fae nodded. The next second, Fae’s phone rang. She picked it up while Lily went back to her seat. She opened her locker to take out a book to read before the teacher walks in. As soon as she opened the locker, a scary image appeared in front of her and she scurried backward until she fell into the chair. The image was demon-looking and it had blood flowing through both sides of his lips.

Petal jam and blood auras, tenderness and bloodlust: she loved him. Laurel sighed, “I am scared… nervous, and hesitant about taking the position of luna, about standing at your side when it seems that people want to kill me…” She wasn’t sure how long that list was or if it was growing longer without her knowing. “But, I don’t want to let my fear stop me, or us, from being happy.” Adolph smiled, looking down at her, “What a marvel you are…”

You should pray that I don't get out of here alive, because the moment I step outside, I will use all my money to hurt you and those people important to you. Raine and Rhian couldn't believe it after hearing their friend threaten them. They hadn't seen this side of Lyra until now. She is very brave and seems to fear nothing in the world. Even though they know that money was not important to Lyra before, now that she uses it to threaten others, it impresses them. Raine and Rhian are getting stronger. They knew that once they got out of here, Lyra would never let them get revenge, and that was enough for them to wait for the time they could get out of hell.

SERENA'S POV The fear coursing through us is electric, alive, and uncontrollable—a living entity slithering between the three of us like a current. It slides down my spine like ice water, coiling in the pit of my stomach and anchoring my lungs with invisible weights. Luna, Cassidy, and I look at each other with matching wide-eyed terror, our faces drained of color in the warm lamplight. None of us speak. We don't need to. Our expressions say everything that words cannot—the primal, instinctive recognition that danger lurks nearby, prowling closer with each passing second.

Luna? There’s no Luna in this pack. Unless Rylan drew his greatest card. I took Harriet and buried myself against her as I felt fear all along my veins. Something was dreadfully, dreadfully wrong.