The Grifter Fear Street Novels & Stories

His senses were trying to locate her whereabouts but her delicious scent was everywhere. "No, I'm not allowing you to do this!" Griff protested but moved anyway. In the past he had paid dearly so he knew never to take Xander's threats lightly. When Xander was about to exit at super speed, Griff boldly grabbed him by the side then used his entire weight to lift him from the ground and they both tumbled and rolled. Griff had Xanders head pinned under his arm while his legs held Xanders body motionless.

She knew that. "For God sake, I'm older than this motherfucker" she cursed beneath her breath as wandered the graveyard. She went there after school hours or when she wasn't busy teasing Austin, for some reason she felt at peace here. Maybe because she was a Ghost, but it was one place she felt alive. She came across Austin's mothers grave and thought about using her as a perfect revenge plot, but she knew it would jeopardise any plan of her getting help from him. So she cancelled that option

Instead, I chuckled—more of a wheeze, my throat locked in his grip. “She’s out of her senses,” Lydia said. Garrick tightened his hold. I grinned, flashing my teeth. His lips twitched. “Harder…” I rasped, eyes rolling shut. I needed the rage—the fuel to push me over the edge. Garrick hesitated, confusion narrowing his eyes. “You—” Bang! The sound echoed like a distant wave. Garrick’s grip went slack. I smelled fear… and another scent I recognized. Death.

The dirt was cold and rough against my back, leaves sticking to my skin. “You can scream all you want, hot stuff,” Griffin sneered, unzipping his trousers. “This is Bloodmoon. No one is coming to save you.” The sound of his zipper made bile rise in my throat. My body shook uncontrollably. I could smell him—sweat, alcohol, blood. It made me want to gag. My chest heaved with even more fear and panic clawing through me until I thought I’d choke on it. “So fucking clean,” he muttered as he crouched before me. His eyes burned with lust when they met with my exposed thighs.

A spray of ash from the first one, and a scream from a few others who were either so startled at her sudden appearance or just timid by nature, gave Jo the few seconds she needed to aim at the shadows and send a woman with long, scraggily black hair into oblivion. From her right, a thin specter rushed her, his long claws reaching for her face. Jo whirled around, raising her knee and catching him under the ribs while she pointed her Glock, shooting at him quickly and then taking aim at another form flying in her direction. This one, an older woman with gray hair and a few extra pounds, almost made contact before Jo could aim her gun again. She shot twice, but the granny didn’t go down. An elb

The third wolf comes right at me, mouth open wide, ready to end my life in one bite. I ignore the wolf biting into my back and shoulders and throw my front paws up, claws out. I dig them into the other wolf’s stomach, making him yelp and fall to the side. I slash into his throat to ensure he dies. The wolf on my back has done some serious damage. I manage to shake him off and kick him away with my back legs. I stagger getting up and he lunges at me. I hear the growls of two more wolves behind us. Two more of Justin’s henchmen. When will this nightmare end?

Maybe more. Everything was happening so fast. Finn went down first. A Lycan tackled him before he could draw his blade. “FINN!” Marta screamed. She tried to run toward him, but two Lycans cut her off. She swung her knife. Caught one in the throat. The other slammed her into a tree. Nicholas was already moving. His claws extended. His eyes glowed gold. He tore through the first Lycan like it was made of paper. “LYRA, RUN!”

"No-no-no, please go away! I want no thunder!" "You're afraid of thunder?" Scarlett froze upon hearing Griffin's voice. It sounded like he was standing closer to her bed, but Scarlett couldn't see in the darkness. Neither did she want to turn away from the pillow she was busy squeezing to death. It was necessary to survive through her moment of fear, hugging something. "More like terrified of it," Scarlett admitted. "It shakes me to the very core, ruins me, really." "... Your voice," Griffin sat down on her bed. It creaked underneath his weight, and he took a deep breath. "Are you crying?"

When his dark, slanted eyes — utterly devoid of white — snapped up to mine, something cold slithered over my spine. His long, spidery fingers, ending in yellowing nails, tapped impatiently on the counter. He looked like the kind of creature who could smell fear and deceit… and categorize it alphabetically. And he didn’t blink. Didn’t breathe, either. I felt skinned alive beneath that stare. My spine pressed back instinctively, like prey trying to gain distance from a predator. Yasha spoke cheerfully — because apparently she feared nothing. “Good morning, Master Grindlehook!”

Graham got out from under my daughter's bed and pulled her foot hard, making her startle and scream. "No, please. Don’t hurt me!" Annie screamed in fear, trying to free herself from the monster’s grip. I tried to run towards him to fight it and get it away from my daughter, but I soon realized that I was frozen in the same place, unable to move or speak; it was as if I had been brought there just to be a spectator of that macabre and horrible scenario.