Romans & histoires American Horror Story: Asylum

I demand, my voice already rough, already edged with something dangerously close to panic as I move deeper into the clearing without waiting for an answer. The witches turn first. Then the wolves. And the moment I see their expressions— I don’t wait. I move. Fast. Faster than I’ve moved since the fight started. Because I can feel it now. Clearer. Closer. Fading. ⸻ She’s in someone else’s arms. The sight hits harder than anything else. Nyxara— Still. Unconscious. Her body slack against another wolf’s hold. Something inside me snaps.

I squeezed my eyes shut as if that could erase the last ten seconds from my retinas. A tiny, bitter part of me, the part that hadn’t slept properly in weeks, wanted to be pissed. Everyone else is fucking everyone else, it hissed, while I’m out here collecting conspiracy theories and body counts. The front door creaked open a moment later and Ashley stood there, wrapped in a fluffy white robe tied so tight it looked like a straightjacket. Her face was the color of a stop sign. “Allison? Jesus, you gave me a heart attack!” she breathed, one hand clutching her chest.

The red-haired player was completely panicking, shouting nonstop, "Help me! Hurry!" By the time Silvia and the other girl tried to reach him, it was too late. Ximena's hair turned into sharp blades and pierced through his entire body. He was riddled with holes in an instant. That wig was terrifying! This petite ghost bride was absolutely vicious, chasing Silvia and the short-haired girl all over the room. Meanwhile, I stayed in the coffin, watching the chaos unfold. Suddenly, Silvia stopped and turned to stare straight at Ximena. Ximena's speed began to slow.

Ambrosia had fled south after the great battle between the vampire hierarchy against the witch, the werewolves and the vampire hybrids. He had kept running until he got into Mexico city, the capital of Mexico. He had not had more than a few seconds to rest since he decided with his wife to run away from the vampire hierarchy and from the vampire hybrid. Both of them spelled doom for him and he didn't plan to stick around to be consumed by it. As he sat down on the hotel couch he and his wife were lodging for the night he could now properly reflect on what had happened over the past few weeks.

His eyes gleamed and the earth reshaped to diamond, it latched on Thanatos holding him in place as a large tail whiplashed him away afterwards sending him tumbling across the battlefield. Thanatos came to a halt and glared at the humongous monster afore him, he grinned feeling the thrill for battle growing with every moment he spent fighting Asylum. He opened his arms and folded his hands bringing darkness to cover Asylum whole creating a massive cocoon of darkness in a form of a hydra. ‘Now how would you counter that.’ The darkness was pierced by multiple flames scattering the darkness from his form. Grrrr Asylum roared to the heavens, he roared again and sent forth a wave of light beams at

The same thing happened, she took a vial with blood out of a cabinet, walked over to the man and forced him to drink it. “Why?” Nora asked, stepping away from the door. Asher didn't say anything but instead of continuing down the hall, he walked to a gray door. He pulled it open and motioned for her to follow him. They entered a stairwell and Asher walked down a flight of stairs. Getting to the bottom he waited by the door. As Nora caught up he opened the door walking out. This hallway was darker, strange noise was coming from the rooms. The walls were gray down hair and the doors were so dark they were almost black. Nora followed close behind Asher. Getting to the first door, he pressed a b

" Azazel spoke forth and scene changes immediately with his voice in the background. The ambulance that Khloe's presumed boyfriend was taken in, (after the incident at the bar,) drove into a dark street. "What is coming is worst....." Azazel added as the driver looked into his side screen in the depths of night. Starring at his side mirror for a while, he saw something unusual which raised fear in him. A three headed beast, running after the ambulance. "No...no..I can bring her for you father!" He exclaimed. "Give me another chance please." He begged as he tried going faster.

Ashley’s POV As I wandered through the hallway looking for a restroom, it felt like the walls were starting to move or perhaps it was because I was suddenly feeling dizzy, overwhelmed by the anxiety attack that had just hit me in the presence of Andreas and his entire family. I was lost, and disoriented, and my mind was racing as I struggled to comprehend that a new problem had just arisen as if Ashton being missing was not enough. I had no single idea what this anniversary thing was about but from Amarinth and Adam’s retort at what Alfred had said, it was a big thing and I certainly could not accept to do such a thing, especially with Ashton yet to be found. I had to tell Andreas the truth

Iden stepped into the room, slow and silent. This was the war room. It looked like one. A place where lives were traded, decisions signed in blood. He moved to the center of the chaos, eyes drawn to the wall of screens. Every angle of the massive asylum flickered in shaky grain. Corridors lined with flickering lights. Rooms filled with twitching shadows—patients, doctors, ghosts. The asylum was a tomb disguised as a hospital. Built on illegal records and rotting experiments. A hellhole. A cover for human trafficking, organ harvesting, unapproved trials.

there are no hurricanes here. The hushed lull would soothe me to sleep, but the familiar sound of a clicking lock wakes me right up. My vision decides to take several seconds to adjust to the pitch black room. Several seconds for me to rely on only my ears. I can’t quite see the door opening, but the room fills with an audible creak. Images of ghosts flash through my mind. Addison’s nightmare quickly becomes reality. My name is said in a hushed whisper, “Ashton?” The floorboards give a creak as the unnamed intruder steps forward. “Ashton? Are you sleeping?”