American Horror Story: Murder House Characters Novels & Stories

Martha couldn't sure if they're dead or not because she's near sighted so she asked Alexis about the bodies. " Are they dead?" She asked him. Alexis put his point finger in his mouth. " Shhhh... Yes, they're all dead!" He said to Martha and her eyes widen in terror. Poor innocent people. Alexis was right, they took lowest type of people from a poor families and bought them to fed to the monsters, the vampire who was thirsty in human fresh bloods. Martha quietly listened to their conversation and she gasped and covered her mouth when she accidentally pushed one of the container beside them.

House Denton that murdered Thor's mom and Eric's parents. House Denton that has done everything within their powers so my mate and I wouldn't come together, killing my baby in the process. No wonder Thor and Pops are both scared for me. "They already know we're both the chosen ones of our Houses, that is why you cannot go about confronting her. Not without a backup plan at least." Rage surges up within me "I wish I had known she was Denton earlier. I would have killed her right there and then!" I fumes

he asked before they both stood up and headed for the door. When they came out, everyone else was in the hallway. They were all awoken by a scream. Jacob led the way with a gun in his hand, but nothing was messed up in the living room. Tristan went ahead to the kitchen and turned on the lights. Still, it was peaceful there. Both men decided to go out through the backdoor and there they saw the horror. One of their housekeepers was lying on the ground, bathing in her blood. The young woman was murdered too.

eye, we were completely surrounded, outnumbered and defeated. “Don’t move!” My body reacted automatically. I put Henry behind me instantly while Nick grabbed Ashley’s arm. The men spread through the living room quickly and efficiently and then the new Don with his wife entered. Marlo walked into the house like he owned it while Anabelle followed beside him dressed flawlessly despite the guns pointed at us. Mortis came last and the entire room felt smaller immediately. Marlo’s gaze landed directly on me and slowly, a smile curved across his face.

Havermouth, Present Time “Charles Gale, Pastor,” Pastor Gale recovered quickly, and his outrage transformed into charm. “I came to offer Aislen my services and company. I make regular rounds of the hospital,” he said as he stepped into the room. “And I understood that my son and his friends were at the river house.” He had expected to find her alone, in other words, she thought. Alone and vulnerable. And instead, he found her guarded by a giant of a vampire.

The Hayle family didn't have the market on horseshoes cornered, it seemed. Two long corridors later, more stone, more tall, thin windows, more black carpet, and Sebastian closed the door on a chamber flanked by two of Pannera's vampires, cutting them off and leaving us alone. Charlotte's face morphed back to human, though her eyes still held the wolf as she began a systematic snuffling around every corner and piece of furniture in what looked like a sitting room, vaulted fireplace black from centuries of flame. I watched her with worry while Sunny stepped forward and hugged me.

Hussein answered, rubbing his hands together with obvious anxiety, "Evil spirits have taken over the house… and they're bothering my wife… and everyone here." The detective took another step closer, his voice dropping to a near-bursting lowness, "Did these spirits kill anyone in your family?" Hussein's eyelids fluttered, and he said, trying to compose himself, "N-no. But I didn't wait for that to happen." The detective closed his notebook and said, "I want to question Sophia and Mrs. Amal... Do you allow it?"

When I sensed the chilling sensation in my hand, I shut my eyes in despair. The veins on Henry’s temples bulged. He was surrounded by empty pill bottles. “Luna!” His voice echoed through the villa, but when Luna still did not show up, he grew frustrated. “Mrs. Wilson!” Mrs. Wilson, the housekeeper, opened the door and came in. “Oh my! Mr. Franke, are you alright?” Henry was brought to his wheelchair and took a moment to calm his breathing before asking, “Where is Luna?” “She left this morning and never came back.”

I bellowed, lunging forward to snatch her from the threshold. I hauled her back with every ounce of my strength, but she didn't flinch. Even as I pulled her to safety, she remained eerily stiff in my arms. A thick, oily dark smoke billowed around the spot where the hand had appeared, leaving a lingering aura of pure malevolence. I glanced back at the door, but the apparition had vanished into the shadows. "This house is becoming a haven for freaks," Asher muttered, rubbing his eyes in a gesture of exhausted disbelief. I couldn't blame his frustration; the relentless onslaught of the supernatural was eroding us all.

“Then let’s call it negotiation.” They took him to an old warehouse near the docks. No chains, no cuffs, just the weight of armed eyes. In the center of the room was a desk that didn’t belong there, stacked with folders and one photograph—her face, frozen mid-snarl, fangs out, eyes burning: Silver. “She killed one of ours,” the man said. “Lieutenant Harker. Throat torn out, no cleanup, no witness control. You were seen in the same borough that night.”