Ruby Lane Fear Street Novels & Stories

sir Xander stammered. "As if I care," she gritted. Her palm tingled with a familiar spark. The yellow aura of fear, swirling around them gave her a cruel satisfaction. She stretched her hand out, the blue flame crackling and in the blink of an eye sir Leon's feet was above the ground. A strangled cry left his lips, his eyes laced with fear and horror. Her hand moved and sir Leon's head connected with one of the wooden cabinets lining the back wall. A sickening crack was heard followed by a strangled groan as he crumpled on the floor, his face caked with blood.

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With each step, the agony became more potent and more terrifying. In those moments, as Tyler searched for Elena, a sense of dread washed over him that was somehow even greater than that of potentially losing a mate. In those moments, Tyler feared far worse than that. He feared losing a sister. Finally, Lana pointed up ahead at a form laying in a small clearing. “There!” she said, skidding to a stop. “Careful!” Tyler froze. There, up ahead, was Elena’s still body laying on the ground. The air smelled of blood and something acrid, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

This can’t be real. Sweat beads along my hairline, sliding down the back of my neck as fear rushes through me like wildfire. This isn’t just trouble. This is the kind of trouble my father will kill me over—not figuratively, but murder-me-and-bury-the-body kind of kill. I ignore my still-ringing phone, my ears only half-registering Lyra’s ongoing shouts. My eyes scan the room frantically, my breath coming fast. Okay, calm down, Selene. Calm down. Everything is going to be fine. It’s not like they’re going to crucify you anyway… right?

But hearing him say that… it felt different this time. Still, I couldn’t shake the fear creeping up my spine. “What if someone’s following me?” I whispered. “What if they know where I live? What if they know about you?” Lane leaned forward slightly. “We’ll take this seriously. But we won’t panic. That’s just how fear wins. Have you noticed anyone following you? Any strange cars? Anyone unusual?” I shook my head. “No. But honestly, I haven’t been paying attention. Maybe I should start.”

I think it stole the part of me that remembered people could simply be so happy. When I open my eyes, Lyra stares at me with wonder and amusement. “So…” Lyra says, linking her arm through mine as we begin to weave through the growing crowd. “Have you decided?” I glance at her. “Decided what?” She blinks. “Your fear.” “My… what?” “The fear you’re giving the fire.” I frown. “I was under the impression we were giving it wood.” A burst of laughter escapes Rowan. Seyla smiles, though there’s a hint of sympathy behind it.

Lana Fear locks my body in place. It rushes through me so fast it makes me dizzy. He shoves the gun away and grabs my arm, jerking me forward. The paper bag rips open. Dresses spill out. I reach for them without thinking, but my feet catch on each other and I lose balance. The ground comes up hard. My head snaps back and hits the concrete. The sound is sharp. All the air is knocked from my lungs at once. I can’t breathe. My cheek scrapes along the rough cement and it burns.

I didn’t want to make excuses or blame anyone else, either. The responsibility belonged to me, and I was going to carry it. I folded the document, then looked directly at Lily. “Blood Moon has considered execution, but death is mercy,” I revealed, and a ripple ran across the crowd. Lily finally looked up, and I could see the fear evident in her eyes. I knew why she was scared, though, because she knew exactly what was coming. The Deadlands. It was a supernatural wasteland beyond recognized pack territories. A place wolves whispered about but rarely discussed openly.

But he could not find any human, monster, supernatural or demon that fit the descriptions of her fatal blood. She jolted out of her sit in fear as Marcellus walked into the office, her eyes momentarily trailing him. "Hi...I'm Lyra...Lyra Glen."she stuttered. His presence alone radiated pure darkness and terror she felt all of it when she stared into those steely obsidian eyes like she'd seen them. She couldn't help a wave of panic when a familiar but yet unfamiliar feeling tugged at the back of her mind.

It's not nearly enough. Lily lets out a strangled cry of pain, and I try to ignore it and focus on the road. I also try to ignore Ramona's wailing - which has turned into heaving, gulping sobs. My poor little girl is terrified. And she isn't the only one - Lou might be putting on a brave face, but she's also afraid. And fuck me, I'm terrified, too. . . . . . - LILY - I need Calder.