Novel & Cerita American Horror Story Fanfiction

He was manipulating her, using the fear of his wrath as a weapon. She knew better than to argue. He was a vampire, a predator, and she was nothing but a lowly Omega. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she blinked them back fiercely. All along, he hadn’t been interested in her apology, he wasn't interested in a replacement shirt. He wanted her, and he was using this incident as an excuse. Her hands trembled as she reached for the zipper on her dress. Fear turned her limbs to lead, but it was a fear filled with an odd sense of anticipation.

“I keep dreaming about him, Arnold. It's like he's haunting me, and I don't know how to make it stop.” Arnold's expression softens, and he reaches out to pull me into his arms, holding me close as if to shield me from the horrors of my own mind. “Don’t worry, I’m here, Hazel.” He murmurs, his breath warm against my ear. “You're safe with me. Tell me about your dreams. What happened?” I take a shaky breath, steeling myself to relive the nightmare that's been haunting me for weeks now. “Two nights ago,” I begin, my voice trembling with the memory. “I dreamed that Hunter... he... he was... he was raping me.”

" He does it at once, pulling over to the sidewalk. I stagger out, gasping great breaths of air. Dylan follows me. He tries to reach out to me, but I jerk away from him. He turned into a wolf. He ripped a man's throat out. I'm not particularly unhappy about the death of a rapist, It's the Dylan-turning-into-a-wolf part that has terror leaping in my throat. Stay away from me!" "Kenzy, it's me. You know I'd never hurt you," I do know that, but that doesn't mean I'm not seriously freaked out. "Hannah."

Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | 18+ | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Pace | Smut | Obsession | Erotic It started with a kiss I don’t remember giving. A rooftop. A moan. Someone’s fingers buried in my hair like they belonged there. A mouth on my throat that said I tasted like something they lost in another life. I wasn’t dreaming.

Alaric wandered through the shelves aimlessly, randomly peeking at me through the gaps. "Did you have the dream again?" "Yeah...dream...nightmare..." Alaric had been having the same nightmare ever since he came to the pack. It always started the same; he relives watching Matt and his father fight with Pru and Heather. However, as Alaric snaps the neck of Hodges, Hodges changes. He turns into a faceless woman. Alaric stumbles back to the ground as an invisible dagger impales his heart. The faceless woman is his mate. He killed her. Then when he looks around to Matt, Pru, or Heather, they are all gone, and he is left alone with his mate's lifeless corpse.

Horror. Even in my human form, I know I can feel Aleck doing this not me, she took over for hurting my mate. She grab Abby's neck and squeeze it tightly as she cough in her hands. Aleck's feeling is worsens than mine and I can't take control anymore. She did the same to Abby, ripping her head and burning her to ashes. She howled loudly, the most powerful wolf is now out.

I feel like I’m back on the Ether – as if my altered consciousness is bending reality to ensnare my senses. “I’m fantasizing about how you’re going to kill Damon.” I confess, breathing in his wonderful scent as grisly images fill my mind. I share the pictures with Sinclair through our bond, hoping to inspire him. Decapitation, disembowelment, beating him bloody with his own dumb leg… or maybe you could tie him up and sick some rogues on him.

"I should have known that she'd tell you." Slightly anxious that I've upset him, I turn to my window, but I jump suddenly when a figure on the side of the road with smoldering yellow eyes flashes past. I immediately twist to look back, but we're moving too fast. "What is it?" Harvey asks, also peering back. Not sure if I'm seeing things and not wanting Harvey to think I'm scared, I say, "Just something on the side of the road." Harvey twists again. "Are there wolves out in the forest right now looking for the vampire?"

Her dress was lifted up, and within no time someone was violating her. She heard the extraction of sharp teeth and they pierced through her neck area, she gritted her teeth, who had the nerves to come into her room and do this to her knowing she had a child in bed… Pharrell groaned with satisfaction when he was content with the amount of blood he drank. At least one monster had calmed down. And surprisingly his other monster; wolf had calmed down too, whimpering against the chest of a woman he hated. Ingrid collapsed, she couldn't even see who was busy sucking her blood. The rain continued pouring, but the strong wind had dissipated.

“Sa piling kasi ng mahal nila, doon nila nahahanap ang kanilang sarili.” “Ah…” “Blue…” “Hmm…” “May tanong pa ako sa’yo.” “Inatake na naman ang curiosity mo. Ako naman ang magtatanong sa’yo. Kung isasapeikula ang buhay natin, ano kaya ang magiging genre?” “Hmm… Romance?” “Mali.” “Eh ano?” “Horror. Ikaw ba naman may kasamang sleepwalker na tumatawa na parang mangkukulam gabi-gabi.”