Romans & histoires American Horror Story: Asylum

I walked over to him and said, “Aisel could break through my time-freezing spell.” Asphalt looked straight at the office building, which was dead silent with nothing but corpses lying around. His eyes flared with hunger and I understood that he wanted to consume their souls, but he could not do that in front of the pack members. “The building!” I shouted, pointing upwards from where the smoke was still coming, and was about to run inside when Asphalt grabbed me by the back of my sweater. He made me sit on top of him and ran into the building, while the rest followed him.

She gasped and he still didn't show up, Hayden was about to finally squeeze the life out of her when Bryan showed up. “Fuck, Hayden.” Bryan called and pulled Ashley away from him, she coughed repeatedly and gasped for breath. “Are you okay?” Bryan asked and she nodded. “What is wrong with Hayden?” Ashley asked as Hayden walked towards them. “I don't know, am not sure, did he kill anyone or did he taste blood?” “Yes, he did. We were attacked by vampires.” Ashley replied and stood up. “Should we run?” Ashley asked in fear. “Yes, that is the best idea.” Bryan replied and tried teleporting with Ashley but he couldn't.

His playfulness has a way of soothing my anxiety; which I have had a lot since I woke up in that forest. “I think I almost killed someone…” I watch the soft expression disappear from Ashton’s face when he hears the words. “You’re joking, right?” He makes an attempt to chuckle but it comes out as forced. “I woke up last night in the forest covered in blood as a dying man lay a few feet away from me,” I explain to Ashton, and he blinks rapidly, trying to digest the information. “And oh, I was completely naked.” “Your wolf…” He inhales sharply, and I nod slowly.

He was tired, everything was downhill, his time was running out. His brown eyes, surrounded by the black of his dark circles, gave such a bleak image of what he had once been. He closed his eyes to try to sleep, to see if, this way, it would be the last time he opened them. But suddenly, a cold gust of air made him shiver. He opened his eyes and looked towards the window; there were two shadows on either side of the window, so black, nothing could be seen until those shadows approached where he was. He tried to get out of bed, but his strength was limited, he tried to scream, but his vocal cords were weak. He began to think he was hallucinating when, before his eyes, a beautiful woman with d

The rest washed away the blood, cleaned their weapons and slowly raised the flasks of moonshine, celebrating another victory of the united army of the undead. In the confusion reigning around, no one paid attention to the bright green glow of the circle that opened near the camp and the magician who stepped out of it. Allvin was one of the few who, possessing strength, also had the right to move within the camp, so that most knew him by sight and did not even get distracted from their studies. Smelling the flaps of his cloak, Allvin quickly rushed to the large tent, which from the side was no different from the same medical ones, except that a pair of guards - a werewolf and a vampire - were

He stands behind me, arms crossed, a shadow refusing to be drawn in. The old rogue begins to speak. “She came in the season between the moons. The one with no name. The one where wolves forgot their howls. She wore no crown. No mate-mark. No Alpha’s scent.” The hum continues beneath her voice, like breath rising from old earth. “She walked alone into the Bone Lands, where no pack claimed the soil. Her hands bled spiral. Her eyes burned red. Her name was ash. Her tether already severed.” A shiver ripples through the pack. No one looks at me.

The moon was no longer full, but its waning light still cast a pale shimmer over the Clan’s fortress-like territory. Alissa stood by the tall glass window in her assigned room, arms wrapped tightly around herself, staring out at the thick forest that bordered the estate. Her reflection looked ghostly in the windowpane—pale, shaken, and uncertain. The screams from the festival still echoed in her ears, the images of glowing eyes and witchfire burned into her memory. Behind her, the door creaked open.

The asylum thrived on the despair of its inhabitants, a living entity fueled by the pain of those who dared to enter. Each new victim was just another note in Nina’s symphony of horror, their screams blending into the eternal melody that echoed through the darkened halls. Elias was trapped, forever bound to this realm of shadows and echoes. The weight of his fate pressed down on him like a shroud, a reminder that he was but a pawn in Nina’s twisted game. And as the night deepened, he realized the horrifying truth: he was not just a victim—he was now part of the asylum’s dark legacy, a ghost woven into the fabric of its nightmares.

The entire vehicle rocks slightly beneath the force of the strange hit, and for one horrifying second, I believe something is about to rip straight into the roof. But the hybrid behind the wheel immediately sighs casually. I watch in desperation as he simply flexes his fingers one after the other. His knuckles crack loudly in the confined silent of the car before he reaches for the door handle. "I'll be back," he says as he opens the door and steps out into the darkness. The door shuts behind him with a gentle thud just as Aspyn jerks toward me. "What the hell is going on?" she cries in panic. "Why are we in the middle of a forest?"

"Harrison signed an order an hour ago to transfer you to a private facility in upstate New York not to rest, but to ensure you never speak to the press about the marrow match or your family's past." Harper leaned closer, tapping the folded paper in my hand. "At 4:30 AM, during the shift change, a maintenance elevator at the end of the north hallway will be unlocked for exactly four minutes. Take the service stairs down to the sub-basement laundry chute. There is an unmarked black sedan waiting in the alleyway behind the generator building." I looked down at the phone, then back up at her intense, steady gaze. "I can barely stand, Harper. The surgery... I can't run."