American Horror Story Kyle And Zoe Novels & Stories

The first zombie broke through the defenses, its rotting fingers grabbing the edge of the deck as it climbed up! "Ah!" Screams erupted instantly. The zombie was bloated. Its eyes hung on its cheeks as it lunged straight at me. "Clarissa!" Hans yelled, immediately raising his gun and aiming at the zombie in front of me. The next second, he was immediately drawn to Winnie's scream. "Hans! I'm scared!" He hesitated for a second before immediately turning his gun toward the zombies near Winnie. My heart sank to the bottom of my stomach.

He’d looked right back at me. Dad had huffed out a long, exasperated breath at us both. “You said you saw one of them.” His gaze had snapped to me. “Does he – does he know? All of it?” “Pretty much. He saw a vampire. I killed her. Her body – it’s still in the woods.” He’d nodded, crisp and sharp. “I’ll deal with it.” “See you at home, Marce,” Paps had murmured, placing a gentle hand on the crook of his elbow. They’d shared a look, one so fraught with emotion that I’d had to turn away.

"I'd never abandon you, silly! It broke my heart to see you so sad. Let's never be separated again, okay?" Everyone was floored by their sickly-sweet display. None of us had ever seen anything so absurd. "Skyla, you shouldn't have let them on the helicopter," the deputy leader muttered, his face twisted in disgust as he looked at the couple. "Those two have caused us enough trouble. Wouldn't it be better to just let the zombies have them? Besides… Has Noah ever once cared about how you felt?" I merely let out a cold chuckle. Truth be told, I had intended to make the two of them turn on each other and become zombie fodder. But now… I realized my work wasn't done.

“You are mine, Kate. Only mine.” I shivered. I instinctively held the hem of Zachary’s shirt. When I blinked, Alucard was no longer there. Zachary and Damon were still quiet, but they threw glances at each other as if they were conversing with each other through their minds. After some time, Zachary turned to me. He cussed when he saw my pale face. He held my hands.

"You're so sweet, but no thanks. Don't worry about me. I can handle my problem on my own and it's not a big deal. It's just my problem can't be removed." "All right, if that's what you want, but don't be afraid to come to me. I'm always available." I smiled at him before getting to work. I sighed deeply as I remembered the torn body of a human. Who did it? I really want to meet and kill a werewolf. But I can't seem to find them. I can't seem to find at least one of them. I was waiting for a taxi when a black car pulled in front of me. I cocked my brow and waited to see who was inside the car. When I saw Zeux open his window, my eyes widened.

She is taken aback by his gesture and smiles at him. ‘Zurielle!’ Familiar voices call me, and I turn to see my friends racing towards me. Cleo reaches me first, and almost knocks me over, hugging me. ‘We managed to find our way back to camp. Mason called the police, and informed us Ace and Jack were on their way.’ I tell the girls what happened. They can’t believe Hailey’s ex had been watching us from the trees the whole time we were glamping.

She and the pup were both gone. When the news arrived, I had been with pup and unable to travel far, while Kyle happened to be away. By the time I got in touch with him, he had already lost his mind. He burst into the apartment, eyes bloodshot and demanding answers. His pupils were constricted as he kept shouting over and over, "It was you! It's all your fault!" I tried to explain, but Kyle wouldn't listen at all. He shoved me away, causing me to fall to the ground. My abdomen ended up hitting the corner of the table, and the pup died on the spot.

He questioned back, meeting my daring gaze with his. I smirked as a mischievous smile played at the side of my lips. Only if he knows that he is playing with death. I will take out time to give him such a low painful death after I make his pretty face a horror sight to behold. “I just did” I replied, as I move towards him in other to close the gap between us. Daring him to act out of place, so I can beat the hell out of him. “Guys, please stop. Harry thanks. I will come over to your place later,” Kyle said to Harry.

I grabbed one of Kyle's t-shirts that I could get my hands on, taking a minute to glance around his very organised and clean bedroom. Weird. “I'm coming!” I announced to whoever had the patience of a cigarette paper. Austin. Standing in the doorway like a ghost who’d crawled out of hell. Pale. Shaken. Eyes bloodshot. Tie missing. Shirt wrinkled. He looked like he hadn’t slept. Like he’d screamed into pillows all night. Like he’d broken things. I stood there, the hem of Kyle’s shirt brushing my bare thighs. I didn’t cower and I didn’t cover up. I let him see.

Kylie’s Pov As I approach the gathering, a knot of worry tightens in my stomach, not just for Arnold but also for the unspoken tension between Sasha and Frederick. However, any lingering emotions are instantly overshadowed when I see the state Arnold is in. Instinctively, I rushed to him, wrapping my arms around him tighter than I intended. He grunts in pain, and I quickly pull back, concern etched on my face. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry, did I hurt you?” I inquire with genuine worry. Arnold chuckles, a hint of amusement in his eyes, and he pulls me back into the hug, assuring me he's okay. A sigh of relief escapes me, knowing his alpha abilities will have him fully healed by the next morning.