Novel & Cerita American Horror Story Fanfiction

I hiked for miles before returning, confident that the logistics of the return would be impossible. She was on the sofa. By the fifth time, the grief had evaporated, replaced by a cold, numbing resignation. I stopped caring about why. I stopped looking for logical explanations—for ghosts, for doppelgängers, for some elaborate gaslighting scheme. The "why" didn't matter. The only reality that existed was the cycle: the living room, the shovel, the woods, and the return. Now, standing here, looking at the seventh iteration of her, the horror is no longer about her return. It is about the realization that has been gnawing at the back of my mind since the fourth burial.

They did say vampire men were smoking hot, they must have been talking about this one. “Oh don’t be silly.” A red haired vampire slapped him on the shoulder. “What about that one?” He pointed to our group. “You like blondes. There’s three blondes there.” “Fine.” He stood up and came over. I could sense Daphne and Anthony growing tense. I felt a hand on my shoulder. “This one.” Anthony suddenly leapt up from his chair, tackling the vampire to the ground. “Anthony!” Alpha Thomas ordered. Anthony jumped back to his feet like a well trained dog, while Daphne and I just looked in bewilderment. “Adrian, Katherine Archer and my grandson are fated to be together.”

She tried to push him; she tried to fight with him. Her eyes widened when he felt her neck ache, and he saw that Damon had a syringe in his hands. He chuckled. “Leah, I have dark fantasies. It's because of you I imagine everything. Since I heard you moan. I want you, Leah. Let's see if Amoux still wants you once I fuck you!” Leah couldn't move, and she felt that she would lose consciousness. She needed to run away from Damon.

"And who the fuck are you to know shit about that pack of bastards?" I raise my hand to show off the beautiful wedding band and prepare myself to flaunt my amazing husband in public if this dickward can't put two and two together. Just as I part my lips, I feel an overpowering presence next to me, and Damon's voice drops lower than I've heard him speak. "You're talking to Nero Hades' husband. Would you prefer to look in my eyes when you talk shit about my Alphas?" I know if a person is scared shitless when I see one, and these two obviously didn't know what they were getting into when they opened their mouths.

Even unconscious and bleeding out, he radiated a raw, untamed power that made the very air in the room feel heavy and charged with static electricity. Scarlett’s breath hitched in her throat. This wasn't just any man. This was him. The memories of a life that wasn't hers slammed into her mind like a high-speed train, bringing with them a wave of physical nausea. She wasn't Scarlett the occultist anymore. She was now Scarlett Thorne, the pampered, arrogant villainess of the dark romance novel Crimson Moon. And the man currently dying in her bathtub? That was Caleb Blackwood, the legendary Lycan King of the North.

I am so different from other werewolves in our pack, even Emma was stronger than me. "Emma" I yelled out her name but my voice kept echoing back to me. I looked around, it was as if I had crossed a border into another world. "Where the hell am I?" I asked myself rhetorically, cussing out in frustration. As I moved forward, I noticed a dark shadow cross my path from a farther distance, I tried to look up closely and I noticed a pair of crimson eyes glaring at me, followed by guttural grunts. I was frightened, I took a step backwards fearfully.

The woman closed her eyes. A broken sound escaped her throat. "No." The figure continued approaching. Still hidden by the mist. Still impossible to see clearly. Yet somehow the moment he appeared, the bond inside my chest reacted violently. Pain exploded through me. I gasped. Draven grabbed my arm. Darius immediately stepped forward. "Aurora?" I couldn't answer. Because something was happening. Something terrifying. The closer the figure came the stronger the pain became and somewhere deep inside me something recognized him.

AMBER POV R-Rated My hands slide over the small silky piece of fabric I chose to wear tonight nervously. I can't believe it's happening. Tonight the ache in my chest will be connected to Lucian. We will experience the same type of connection Lupin had with his mate. We will become one! A special bond meant to repair all future werewolves.

Or maybe he was under her hypnosis so he couldn’t resist? “Get off me, bloodsucking monster.” She chuckled in his ear. “Yes, of course, for humans I am a monster. But don’t you think I am too beautiful to be called a monster?” To be able to feel her this way, he was more convinced that this wasn’t one of those many nightmares he had. However, it was still a nightmare. The worst one he ever had.

Sighing, I crawled under the sheets and stared out at the dark, starry sky. I wonder if half vampires also have mates? Will I know who's mine when I see him? *~*~*~*~*~*~* Hola Beautiful Readers! Have a fun read and if you liked the story then please support the author on I* @alice_blonday ;) Meanwhile, SMILE because you look beautiful smiling. Adios!