Ultimate Supernatural Horror Box Set by F. Paul Wilson & Blake Crouch & J. A. Konrath & Jeff Strand & Scott Nicholson & Iain Rob Wright & Jordan Crouch & Jack Kilborn

Author:F. Paul Wilson & Blake Crouch & J. A. Konrath & Jeff Strand & Scott Nicholson & Iain Rob Wright & Jordan Crouch & Jack Kilborn [Wilson, F. Paul & Crouch, Blake & Konrath, J. A. & Strand, Jeff & Nicholson, Scott & Wright, Iain Rob & Crouch, Jordan & Kilborn, Jack]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction, Ghosts, Occult, Stephen King, J.A. Konrath, Blake Crouch, Horror, Joe Hill, paranormal, supernatural, adventure
Amazon: B00HUUMP8I
Publisher: Haunted Computer Books
Published: 2014-01-15T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Desire To Feed

Michele’s entire body was on fire.

Her vision was red.

She thought her flesh was going to blister and split open, sending bursts of hellfire throughout the world.

She wanted to die.

She wanted to live.

What was happening to her? Was that George? Why was she in a cage? Why was he with her? Were they lovers?

The pain was blinding.

She could feel the blood rushing through her head.

Her bones were breaking inside of her body.

“Michele...?”

She couldn’t tell who said that. Dad?

Why did her arms look like that? Were they hers? Whose were they?

Why did her teeth hurt so much?

Who was Michele?

She wanted to die.

She wanted to live.

She wanted to kill.

* * *

Ivan bit the inside of his cheek and tasted the coppery blood. He hated this. Hated losing control. Oh, he still had every intention of taking George somewhere nice and private, and destroying his body one square inch at a time. But he’d completely lost control of the situation. And if he had to abandon the van, he’d have to postpone his revenge, and possibly lose George to Michele’s newfound ravenous hunger.

That was bullshit.

He wondered why there weren’t any choppers in the air. If the news was reporting the path he’d taken, why wasn’t there a police helicopter overhead searching for him?

He wasn’t going to be able to easily back the van around this upcoming corner. He’d either have to take it really slow, or risk going off the path and getting the van stuck. Damn it.

Ivan slammed on the brakes as a white van came into view. As he saw that Lou was driving, he transformed his hand into a claw and raked his talons across the passenger seat, howling in fury even though the rest of his body remained human.

Now he had no choice. He had to cut his losses.

* * *

Lou stopped his van just a few feet away from the other one. Though he couldn’t see who was inside, he assumed it was Ivan driving.

Prescott and Angie had taken all of the silver-tipped bolts with them, but Lou had placed several grenades on the seat, ready to go. Even if it didn’t kill him, a blown-off leg would certainly slow down the werewolf.

Ivan got out of the van, transformed into a full wolfman, and darted off into the trees.

Lou got out as well, a grenade in each hand. He pulled the pin from the first one, and heaved it toward where Ivan had run. It was a good throw. Unfortunately, the blast was not accompanied by a lycanthrope scream.

He’d save the other one.

Lou hurried to the front of the van, as quickly as he was able, and peeked inside. The passenger seat was empty. George was in the cage with Michele, who was flailing around and tearing at her hair.

“Get me out of here!” George shouted. “Hurry!”

“Jesus.” Lou limped to the rear of the van and threw open the back doors. What was wrong with her?

From this angle, it was obvious: she was half wolf.

“Unlock the