Scream Hollow Novels & Stories

“I’m not giving him the satisfaction of thinking I’m running on blind rage.” Kellen gave a small, almost approving nod. “Good. Because you’ll need your head clear for where we’re going.” I narrowed my eyes. “Where’s that?” Roman leaned over the map again, his voice low. “West of the border. A no-man’s-land called Bracken Hollow. It’s neutral ground in name only — in reality, it’s a hunting ground. Wolves, humans, witches, whatever — the Hollow swallows people whole.” “And that’s where they are?” I asked.

The first scream tore through the morning haze like a blade, sharp and unrelenting. Evelyn had been leaning over the town’s archives earlier, trying to make sense of centuries-old records, when it reached her through the fog outside. It wasn’t the familiar, echoing howl she had grown accustomed to—it was raw, frantic, and human in panic.

he said, pointing toward the white couch in the living room. The woman settled on the couch, and Jack went into the bedroom. A few minutes later, he returned with Thelma. “Thelma, this is Irene, a member of the Moonhollow,” Jack introduced. Moonhollow was the witches’ city. Every member of Moonhollow was prohibited from entering Moonveil. Thelma swayed her gaze over Irene and then shifted it to Jack. “Did you erase every trace of her smell?” “Yes, Thelma, but the scent concealer can only work for an hour. You have to finish everything before then,” Jack responded.

Had his assurance that the wolves would be destroyed if they didn't marry truly not been his own desires, but rather, his fears of what would happen if he lost control of the goblins? As the cart finally lurched to a stop, Scar peered out the window to see nothing but darkness. Even her witch senses did nothing to help her here; she saw textured rock around her, but nothing else. Her nose picked up the musty scent of the earth and ancient dust. Damon jumped down and came around to help her out, his grip on her arm tight as he led her into the inky blackness. "I can't see anything," she whispered, feeling as if she were walking into her own grave.

The moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the deserted streets. Helena crouched in the shadows, the thick most of the night helping to conceal her, heart pounding with adrenaline as she scanned the area for any sign of movement. The air was thick with the scent of fear and the coppery tang of blood. She knew she was getting closer to her target, a rogue vampire who had been terrorizing the town for weeks.

Everything about the forest filled her with fear until it overflowed. Another scream ripped through the frigid air and Chloe jumped, whipping around in a circle looking in vain for an invisible threat. The third scream seemed to flip a switch in the blonde and her limbs burst into life, carrying her through the blanketed wilderness in the direction of the screaming. The further she travelled the louder the screams got. Eventually she picked up the scent of wood fire and the unmistakable scent of stale alcohol. For a moment Chloe questioned why she could smell such things in the middle of nowhere, but it wasn't long before she could make out the shapes of a rundown hunting cabin and snowmobil

That is his way of life. "That’s Carter Horaze Villaraza." Sancha said this while secretly pointing to a man next to Zeeve. He appears to be cold and intimidating! His hair was neatly cut, and his defined cheekbones and concrete jaw stood out while he chewed his food. “Auxel Ryder Gallego.” My gaze was drawn to the other guy next to Carter; he looks so fine with his scythe-shaped brows and sea rover-blue eyes that are noticeable even from a distance.

Jace spinned the bottle and it pointed at Stacey "Truth or dare"he asked "Truth" she replied "You should have chosen dare, any way let me ask you.....do you have a crush " he asked "Nope I don't " she said "Boring ass" Erick said, Stacey glared at him "Ok...Whitney it's your turn" Jace said I spinned the bottle and it pointed to Jack "Truth or dare" I asked "Dare" he replied. I grinned as a mischievous dare hit me

The horizon was a jagged smear of charcoal gray and bruised violet. For three years, I had walked toward it, guided by nothing but the rumors whispered in the hushed, terrified voices of dying scavengers. They spoke of a place that held the line, a fortress of humanity amidst the rotting sprawl of the walking dead. They called it "Haven."

“Once you’re gone, there won’t be any boundaries left.” She took a sealed pouch from the tool cabinet and scattered gray-white powder over my clothes, my wounds, and the inside of the box. The sharp chemical scent burned even through my ghostly senses. Concentrated scent suppressant. Wolfsbane. Cedar ash. Together they could smother a werewolf's natural scent long enough to confuse trackers and bury the trace of a mate bond beneath the smell of stage chemicals. Selena removed the escape panel built into the bottom of the box, sealed it from the outside with metal clamps, then stuffed torn sandbags into an empty compartment so the prop would feel as though it were loaded with broken equipment