American Horror.story Novels & Stories

I was probably behaving weirdly and I could see he starting to worry. "Yeah, it's just-- I'm cold. Yeah cold." I lied. It wasn't actually a lie since I suddenly felt chilled to the bones. "Oh, hold on for a moment then, we should set up the camps soon its dark after all and this place keeps getting creepier but no worries okay? I've been in forests even late at night and there are no such things as witches or wizards or vamps." He chuckled. He said that to calm me down but down but all I could feel was more fear at the mention of vampire but laughed with him Anyways, she didn't want start acting like a sissy, that was Sadie's and Adrianna's job.

Suddenly, an explosion vibrated the ground and when I looked up, a black smoke emitted in the air toward the hamlet. “Randolph!” A gasp escaped my lips. Grabbing my dress, I darted back to the forest and ran. My feet flew over dead leaves and stones as I scouted for the hamlet, the branches of the trees whipped my face and tugged at my dress. My heart thumped behind my chest as I zigzagged through the sparsely darkened forest. Suddenly, I arrived at the hamlet and the scene before me almost crippled me. Before me were terrifying monsters from my nightmares; lycans; as my father would call them; they pounced and ripped apart the bodies of my father’s men who have also shifted into their wolve

“Besides. We’re kind of the main characters at this point.” “Great,” I said flatly. “Main characters in an unedited fever dream.” Colby wiggled his eyebrows. “At least fever dreams are never boring.” I nodded. “Right? Last one I had involved a centaur, a kazoo, and a haunted vending machine.” Matt gave him a look. “You tell that story like it’s not real.” “It felt real,” Jesse said with mock solemnity. “Too real.” I groaned. “This is what I’m talking about. Spiritborn drops cryptic horror, and you all act like we’re on summer vacation.”

.... (Aurora's POV) My heart completely sank. Leaping and almost bursting through my chest, for I have crossed part with the devil himself. And no, he is nothing like the tales told, he is not an ugly red man with horns but rather a beautiful man with luscious hair who can easily bewitch one with just a single stare. His golden brown eyes, which I clearly remembered changing color, shone brighter when he smiled even though I could tell those smiles were fake, all a sham to manipulate another victim....

I said. “You really are full of surprises.” He said. And I looked over and smiled at him. “And don’t tell me you hate it.” I said. “I would never tell you that I hated it.” He said. We got to Nashville that night and we were hoping that since this city had already been hit, nobody would be hanging around. We got out of our cars and started looking around, but if there were any survivors they would be too scared to come out at night time. “Well, well. Would you look at who we have here? It’s the werewolf that’s causing us so many problems.” Someone said behind us. So we all spun around and we were being surrounded by vampires. So much for them moving on.

We needed the intel anyway. “So, how’d everything go?” Nathan asked, casually raising the bet. I tossed in my chips. Tomas folded with a scowl. “Man, it was a fucking shit show. The Riding Hoods rustled up some asanbosam—closest thing to real-life vampires you’ll ever see. Picture a bare-ass monkey with huge claws and bigger teeth. They turned them loose on an entire village. Killed everyone—men, women, kids. Even the pets. Drained fucking dry.”

The gentle and loving gaze that Orlan gave always succeeded in making Noura blush. *** Carlen leaned his back against the sofa in his workspace. He closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead, which was throbbing in pain. The events of last night gave him a headache. "Your Majesty, what are we going to do with the corpses?" asked Vander, who was looking at the rows of photos stacked on the table. "As usual." Carlen was sad to see the faces of his citizens, who died horribly. Last night Aaron told them about the discovery of a vampire corpse in the Appalachia Forest. Even though it has been almost two weeks, no bodies have been found in the forest.

He invades packs, and the big city filled with humans, in search of his mate, who he later found was being abused. Scarlett Hunter is a human girl, who's considered an orphan. She was adopted by a nice couple, but they became her worst nightmare after producing their children. Scarlett grew up seeing what others couldn't see, which were creatures and living dead. When Scarlett was already of age, she was married off to the person who is known as Devil himself. What would emerge of Scarlett when she realized that those creatures which she always sees around are real, and she's mated to one of them?.

When I found no dooming forecast scrolling across the bottom of the screen, I went back to reading my Kindle, where my paranormal story had reached a particularly gruesome pinnacle. Blood and body parts were flying liberally. So many bones had been broken in the span of the last five minutes that my own were beginning to ache in sympathy. I winced and nearly ducked for the heroine when a severed arm sailed past her head. Though, really. I couldn’t fathom why she’d followed the hero out there in the middle of the night, to begin with, when she knew exactly what he turned into during the full moon. Just because he’d told her he loved her didn’t mean he’d refrain from killing her along with eve

"And you have pissed me off." He believes me. Suddenly he believes every horror story he has been told since he was a little boy. That they were all true: the dead things hungering for the warm living flesh; the bony hand coming out of the closet in the black of night; the monsters from another page of reality, the unturned page--who could look so human, so cute. He reaches for his gun. Too slowly, much too.