American Horror Story: Murder House Characters の小説・ストーリー

“The Hiterole Earls in Miami? You robbed a mafia’s treasury. These are bad vampires. They will hunt you down and kill you if they catch you. Not to mention, law enforcement will slap you with conspiracy charges for Aerowyn’s crimes. What the hell, Gustav?” “They won't. I’m a phantom to everyone except werewolves,” he bragged, unfazed. “I live here in secret. The Aerowyns stay in the basement. They are in charge of security and catering to the grounds, keeping the house clean for the day you would come here.” “You mean the same people you bought the house from still live here?” I asked, processing. He gave me a sharp nod. “Ugh. You know nothing about this world.” I groaned, shaking my head at

His happiness dies then like the final beat to a drop that halts abruptly. “Luke Arnott.” Grandfather return to his chair, facing the fierce fire once more. "Outsiders didn't know, but we are the only house that was ever permitted to marry humans. Our house was born from a human and vampire association, unlike the Arnott's that were turned. " “My indulgence resulted in both of them being slaughtered before our entire house.” He continues. “Luke would…” I start to defend. “Say one word in their defense and I’ll knock you into the wall and ask Grandfather for forgiveness later.” Micah hissed at my ear, my eyes meeting his over my shoulder.

And when I woke up the next morning, my mother noticed my lack of good sleep. “I just can’t believe Mrs. Whitmore’s already dead.” I began speaking once I was with Norman. Apparently, the winged-ghoul who attacked and killed Mrs. Whitmore and her baby was the new janitress. When the police came to gather our statements, they had so many questions about the tragic event but I noticed the questions weren’t that hard, it’s as if they were already used to seeing such tragic and inscrutable sight. They mostly asked some fact gathering questions and nothing really that specific. Soraya had already briefed Norman and Diwata about not telling anything about me being a werewolf and everything went sm

The lights to the pack hospital were on, even though it was the middle of the night. The Alpha and I got out and headed into the building and walked up to the reception area. “General Nerine has broken her arm; I would like the doctor to make sure it is set properly before it heals." The receptionist nodded and picked up the phone. A few minutes later, a doctor walked out into the waiting area. “I am doctor Aura, please come with me.” Dr Aura was small for a werewolf; she was petite with greying brown hair and brown eyes. I nodded and followed her as she led me down a hallway and into an examination room.

Thankfully, I had run away from my parents when that blast happened, so I didn’t kill anyone. I had no idea what we were getting into, but as we approached the house; I knew we were fucked. The bush we were hiding behind was thick, so seeing what was all going on was hard. Men were walking in and out of the house, and some were sitting on the porch swing. A small sign read, “Rose’s mixers.” We were downwind, and the look of their skin told me they were vampires. And they don’t sleep. “So, we are supposed to break in to a house that is a 24 hours store with vampires and witches?” Ben stated the obvious.

Opting for highway versus city driving, it only takes me thirty-five minutes to reach the destination. Red and blue lights dance against the dark and sandstone of the massive home. Shaped like a U with a circular drive of gravel. Recognition between the cops and homicide detectives comes quickly. The officers, werewolves and one of the detectives, Victor Aurora, a Vampire I work closely with. A whirlwind of movement and bodies surrounds the property -forensics specialists, personnel from the medical examiner’s office, other wolves from this family’s pack.

He picked up Baby, left the bedroom after tucking in Noah, and went to look for food. The bedroom was located on the second floor it seems. The house was done in shades of black gray and dark brown, it was dark but not creepy dark. It was more cozy and majestic. He passed by countless doors and came to a spiral staircase. Standing on the tiles of the first floor, he turned to the right, which was the leaving room, two black couches were facing each other and between them was a glass table. To the right of the couches and table, there was a glass wall which, although fancy but not useful in an upcoming zombie apocalypse. He needed to fix it, the original soul was kicked out of his property as

" He whispered to the old lady's ear. He sees that she's still fighting for her life and tried to crawl for the door. He rolled his eyes and head to the kitchen to get the skewer, only to stab it on Mrs. Coulson's back 17 times. Ending her life. He licked the blood that was squirted near his lips but spit it out immediately. "This family is easy. Too easy." He sing-song. Collecting the kit hen tools he used for his murder and put it all in the sink. "Now's the time for a good night sleep." ■■■ In a groceries store he goes, his features are now far from who he was. His dark eyes, thick brows, sturdy nose and thin lips. Who would've thought that an angelic man like him, hides a demon in his so

Hellen stood up and grabbed her shoulder bag from the chair near the bed. "I'm trying to believe you, Gina. Just remember that if someone else gets murdered, I'm going to the police without thinking twice." "Please believe me," Gina pleaded but Hellen ignored her and opened the door. She went after her but Hellen didn't stop. "I didn't do anything." When Hellen was out of the house, Gina went back to her room. She sat on the bed and sobbed, looking at the phone. It rang after a few minutes. She noticed it was an unknown number but not the one that man always used.

Even in another state, he received news about the murderer that cannot be found. A lunatic and psychopath, Jean Luc had thought. Whoever it was had used his home as theirs, and the fact made him want to hurl his guts out even more. He was attempting to calm himself against a tree when two people were brought out of the house. The sight of them definitely did not help. A man and a woman were led out of his house. They were on beds, and alive. Barely. The woman was beautiful. It was the first thing Jean Luc noticed before his eyes trailed to the red knife wound somewhere below the stomach. The man was almost twice as injured, and Jean Luc couldn't help the rise of bile in his throat.