Novelas y relatos de American Horror Story 1

My head started tingling and before I knew it, I fainted. I woke up lying in a field, and when I looked around, all I saw was guts and blood. There were different dead species all around me. Not a single living soul. When I got up and started walking, I burst into tears. My friends and family were lying on the floor in a big pile. They were all so horrible to look at that it was difficult to identify them. There was, however, a missing person. Grrr I heard an evil growl behind me. I turned around at the precise moment when a claw fell on my face. I fell on the ground, and I saw who my aggressor was. Amon.

Samuel asked her while searching for the best horror movie on N*****x. "Umm, a little bit." Showing with her finger she says. "That's why you came here right? You are afraid to watch a horror movie alone. That's why you came all the way to my room to watch the movie." Raising his brow he asked Rory and she nodded her head sheepishly. "Okay, no problem. I'll accompany you." He sat next to her but not so close. He leaves a decent distance between them. In the beginning, everything was fine but when the ghost made its entry Aurora lunged at him wrapping her arms around his neck and hiding in the crook of his neck. Her sudden action made him frightened that he was sitting there like steel.

***Third Persons POV*** Nora raised her head from the sink and walked to the towel hanger at the side of the sink. She picked a blue cotton towel and dried her face with the towel by dabbing. Her eyes locked on the red moon outside the small glass window in the bunker. Her eyes glinted in anger as she mumbled "The Red Moon!!" Nora's mind quickly went back to the brutal story relating to the red full moon. Three centuries ago, a primordial Alpha werewolf, Ryker Starrk, went berserk and sexually assaulted and killed a young female vampire not knowing her lineage. Ryker Starrk was an aggressive and cruel werewolf the supernatural world has never known.

The O'Connor brothers have returned. Lynette was scurrying home, she held her handbag and the loose straps were hanging over her shoulder. She had heard lots of stories about humans that went missing and were found dead in the woods with strange bite marks some days later. The whole of Arcadia Falls knew about vampires, but they were lied to, the majority believes that it was an animal attack and they go about living their normal lives. She looked above her head, her gaze caught the twinkling stars that hung across the skies and the crescent moon that illuminated the dark clouds. She managed to run past a huge rat that squealed as it scurried toward her direction. Lynette reached for her poc

Stephen leaped on him, taking him down with him. "Steph". Ace called him but it was late. Callum saw his eyes flashing yellow. A bright yellow. Pupils dilated. Stephen had Adam's neck exposed as his fangs elongated and the last thing Callum saw was those fangs sinking in the crook of Adam's neck and then he lost his consciousness. It was too much for him. "Tsk tsk tsk. You let your wolf overpower you". Zol said unamused. Though they didn’t put any charge on Stephen for killing Adam, because they knew Adam had few things on his hands to be taken care of. But they were kind of disappointed.

I steeled myself and opened the door. The hallway was awash in red. Smears and spatters of bright and dark blood covered the walls, the floor, and my door. My head reeled. What the hell happened? Why was there so much blood outside my door? Hadn't the guy in 603 seen it through his peephole? I couldn't help looking toward apartment 603. To my surprise, the door stood half-open, and it was dead quiet inside. I picked my way past the bloodstains and made my way to apartment 603.

6 Weeks — The Night of the Attack The sky broke first. Not with lightning. Not with rain. With screams. The perimeter alarms shattered the silence of the castle like glass. I was moving before I was awake. Damon was already gone. Max roared inside him. War had arrived. From the balcony I saw them. Zombies. Dozens. Hundreds. Walking through the forest like a tide of broken bodies. Behind them— Witches. Black-robed. Silent. And at the center of it all— A Witch more powerful then the rest. The leader I assumed. She didn’t rush. She didn’t need to. She was smiling.

Horror was written on her face. "I…. was looking….. for you, Alpha." She was breathing heavily as she came running to the pack house. "Now tell me what happened outside?" I asked in a scared tone. My sixth sense was warning me that something was gonna happen bad. But I didn't take it seriously. And now here it is. "V….Va….Vampire. Vampire attacks into the pack. And they are outside of the pack house trying to break into the house." My eyes went wide in shock and my heart skipped a beat.

By the time I got back to the packhouse, it was already after dark and I went into the living room where Lucas, Jude and Aria were watching the News. I wasn’t wrong about the riots. Cities all over the country were going up in flames. They were actually filming humans being attacked and killed by vampires. I was watching Lucas as he was fixated on the TV and I could see how intensely he was watching the TV. But it was now sunrise, and the vampires were running from the scenes of these riots. Running back to their hideouts so they didn’t burn in the sun. That was the only reprieve that we were going to have at the moment.

Taking a deep breath, I pressed on and what I saw next confirmed I arrived late– well late into the bloodshed which must have taken place in this hamlet hours ago. There were lifeless mutilated bodies of werewolves and my cousin’s men(lycans) and there was a flood of crimson as Cathena’s hamlet stood in total desolation. A howl filled the air. “Calix!” I quickly recognized that as my cousin’s voice. I bolted into the forest before me, veering through the trees and emerged on a riverbank. There’s no sign of Calix or the rest of our men, but my gaze settled on a shredded piece of cloth. I stepped closer, picked it up and quickly noted that was from Calix’s cloak.