American Horror Story Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.

Out of curiosity, he touch the status which he was so obsessed and suspicious at because that status always their in the night. Unknown to them, the status was a zombie who had perceive their smelling scent and immediately, it devour them. Eating their brain. The four friends immediately turned to zombie as they walk inside the school and began eating everyone. *** Almost all of them stood frightening as they kept muttered. That's the end of the story, no happy ending. "I'm going to sleep guys! Goodnight. Scarlett utter as she went to her tent and lay on her already make bed. She can't wait till midnight reach so she could go to the supernatural world. Of course to tell them about Aurora so

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.

This time, she fell sideways so her side was pressed to the bedframe. "Mmm-hmm." I pulled my feet closer to me with a snarl when she reached out to my restrained legs. "Tell me what happened so I can help you. What does he want with Hunter?" Allison ignored the hard look I gave her and started to undo the knot but sighed a few seconds after before extending her claws to cut off the material. "Darren kidnapped Hunter and is planning to kill him, the end. What else do you want to know?" "I think I deserve more than that."

he urged. I shivered and wondered why I was suddenly freezing and running temperature as heat broke out on my forehead. Could this be a side effect of sleeping with a werewolf? Especially since Darius had released inside me. Does this mean I'm dying? Maybe I should so I can attune for my sins. How could I have let the enemy sleep with me? “Rory!” Draven called pulling me out of my reverie. I blinked and stared at him, “I just want to be alone. Please just leave me alone.”

They all stopped meowing at once. The place that was filled with hellish crying earlier suddenly became dead silent. The huge contrast was tough to get used to. “Did… Did something come out from the blood pool?” Maya asked with a tone of uncertainty. Alex nodded. “Yes!” “Is there really something? What is it?” Anna asked. “It’s a female ghost! I thought Mr. Hanson was a more humane member of the Blood Cult who only used cat blood but not human blood. It seems like I overestimated him. Quite a number of people had died in this blood pool!” Alex said.