American Horror Story Murders House Tate Novels & Stories

Anne Atwood stared at me with crossed arms, she sighed and shook her head, by that point, she commanded the guards in silence to leave the location, and all of them then spread out. Her breasts show as they get pressed by her arms, she was wrapped in sleepwear and when her 5cm high heels move away from the location, they dragged me to follow her to the living room. The white painted wall that made the room seemed cold couldn’t help to dry the sweat on my forehead at the time. I gulped in tension when Anne stopped her step right in front of the TV; she then reached over the remote and turned it on. How surprised I was to see that the news about the Vampire attack had been spread around the Un

Aaron Wythe had engineered the e attack on the unsuspecting Amish. The woman who lay in a pool of blood had been photographed by his men, who had left the way they had come, unobserved, unseen. Heather was beside herself with shock when the family returned, for Ruth had been polite and detached, but helpful, in the way of a senior Amish woman. And what was worse was the note the murderers had left behind, pinned to the bodice of the dead woman’s chest.

He sat still on his couch, feeling the warmth of the fireplace as it illuminate an orange glow on his pale face. “We have another missing vampire. It’s Crawford.” He sighed. Crawford was among his stealthiest, though. What a shame. It must be perhaps because his frail wife finally succumbed to death last week after years of being bedridden. Nevertheless, the vampire must’ve been heartbroken. And this phenomenon ended his pain for him. Bless his soul. “And, the House of Sorcery responded, my Lord,” he said. Lord Matteo kept his eyes closed. “They share some accounts of the same phenomena. It seems they’re also suffering from the same problem.” His eyes subconsciously opened, his spirit fully

"A monster wouldn't care that he scared them. A monster wouldn't be shaking right now." "I almost lost it downstairs," I admitted, my eyes still closed. "With Leo. I heard his heart and I wanted to stop it." "But you didn't," Tate said. She wiped my neck, right over the pulse point. I forced myself to stay still, even as my fangs ached. "You walked away. That's the man, Mathias. The man is still driving the car." She took my hand....the one that had decapitated a man an hour ago....and cleaned each finger individually. The water in the basin turned pink, then red.

The house seemed to throb with the echoes of screams, the weight of death pressing down on every wall, every shadow. Outside, the truck driver whispered to his assistant, "Where did that madman go?" One of the workers replied, fear thick in his voice, "He seems to be hiding somewhere." They moved cautiously through the fields, swarming over the green crops, eyes scanning every shadow. The truck driver, unseen from above, watched eyes gleaming in the darkness. Slowly, he descended from the roof and re-entered the fields, an axe in hand. In the shadows, the worker got too close. He struck the driver with fatal precision—the axe split the skull, the body shriveled in the soil. One by one, he hu

THERE’S SO MUCH. TATE LANGDON, AMERICAN HORROR STORY 20-MARCH-1930 A family newly moved to Vineyard from the city after facing a couple of hard time. They thought it best to come to a secluded small town and live a cheap normal life but little did they know the house they moved into experienced a terrific incident. Three years before the family moved in, there was once a happy family—the owners of the house, they lived happily till one day all the family members died during their sleep. This continued to happen to every family that moves into the house

"I'm fine. I love you too. We're going to be alright." Pushing him back slightly so he could see my face, tears welled in my eyes. I don't want to tell him my theory for fear it might be true. But I have to. "Tate the pack—" "They're gone. I felt it Channing. It was what you felt right? They're not here," my sexy male interrupted. I closed my eyes to push back tears from this reality. "T-they have m-magic. That's the only way to explain it. I killed people, Tate. I killed them and when I was coming back here I couldn't find their bodies," I explained shakily. Tate held onto my face and tenderly wiped the rebel tears from my eyes. His chest grumbled from holding in a growl of rage. I could sm

When he got closer to the door, he was surprised to see the door open. He pushed the door wider and got in. The insides of the house were surprisingly clean and neat and it was brightly lit. There was also an incense stick burning on the table. And the smell in the air signified that there was someone living in the house. "Hello, I found the door open when I arrived." He called out again. Minutes passed by and he got no reply but he had the feeling there was someone watching him. So he turned around repeatedly. "I heard you know something about the gruesome murders of some witches happening every day in Texas. I really need your help to get to the root of this."

Catalina’s POV I drove to Jane's house because I felt responsible to help her. I also called 911, and help was on its way to Jane. Then, after a few minutes, I got to Jane's house, and all I could hear was her sobbing on the porch with a hand covered with blood. I thought she had done something wrong, but it wasn't her. Someone was here and killed her two maids on the balcony. Their necks were open as if they had been bitten and sucked by a dangerous animal, but I knew that wasn't the case. A vampire did it.

She argued solid and stretched open the wide gates of the haunted house. Bats flew in the sky making dangerous sounds. The complete premises was covered with dried leaves and cobwebs. The mansion looked old, colorless and out of life like a death invite. Amara gulped heavy. She is terrorized, is an understatement yet she was determined to save her boyfriend. As she was about to take her step forward again the same devilish figure appeared before her flying around her in air. This time he was angrier. "Didn't I warn you, do not go there. There is nobody residing inside." He told his same words used hitherto but this time with force.