روايات وقصص ضمن American Horror Story Season Two

Author: Phil Hore This girl was real trouble!” Halloween 1950. When a womanising werewolf, Sebastian Vulk, is sent out to investigate the disappearance of Shelby Lydekker from the estate of General Mark McQueen, the last thing he expected was to enter the dark, terrifying world of a supernatural killer. While waiting for his partner, Vulk is attacked, finds the victims left by the murderer, and tries to save the soul of a curly haired vision, seemingly trapped on the estate.

I suddenly felt a big hammer pounding my head, causing me to hold on to the bed frame and close my eyes because of dizziness. A sudden scene crossed my mind. Inside, the cell with a red werewolf facing Alarick and Convel. “A sanguis.” Both Alarick and Convel said as they were staring at a two-tailed red werewolf. In return, the red werewolf gave them a low growl. Instead of being scared, Alarick and Convel looked fascinated by the sight. The bloody color of the werewolf is shining as well as the two tails it keeps on swaying.

I heard my mom and dad disagreement which, on the aftermath I realized that mom denied my dad's idea of taking me to a psychiatrist hospital the next day, Wednesday which night is a full moon . On opening the door, it was the Voodoo man. Whilst my mom was arguing with Dad about my case the Voodoo man went in without anyone's permission. How dare you enter my house without my permission?, my mom asked angrily. 'How dare your child Thomas entered my house without my permission?' He replied.

Minnow spitted venomously with lips curled over teeth. Saylor's glare fell on his lap, and his shoulders slumped. He knew better than to try to speak to her at this moment. "We recruit a new hunter each year," Cecil said calmly over his shoulder. "Hunter? What do we hunt?" Minnow turned to her father for answers. "Well, we hunt, um." He stuttered. His eyes searched his wife. Dovie rolled her eyes. " We hunt werewolves and other supernatural beings," she said simply without batting her perfectly styled eyelids. Instead, she continued flicking through the stack of papers in front of her.

Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she slammed her fist against the glass, not to escape, but to warn me. She wasn't pointing at the creature. She was pointing at me. I followed her frantic gesture, looking at the window again. I looked at the glass, but I didn't see her reflection. I saw mine. But the reflection wasn't mine. It was the face of the portrait. The room began to shake. The walls of the Master Suite groaned, the wood warping and twisting like agonized flesh. I realized then that the dare wasn't a game. It was a harvest. The Blackwood Estate didn't just haunt people; it cycled them.

Aurora’s P.O.V Lucas's voice rose in a low, guttural chant, each word curling in the air like tendrils of dark energy, wrapping themselves around the room. Then Harmona joined him, her voice softer but no less potent. She lifted the colander high, and the thick crimson liquid sloshed within it, reflecting the dim light with an ominous sheen. The sight of my own blood swirling in that vessel sent a fresh wave of dread rolling through me, but the real horror was the sun—partially eclipsed, casting long, eerie shadows that flickered along the walls like ghosts waiting to pounce.

I turned and saw Harmony halfway up the ladder to my bed, half of her body crawling under my mosquito net. Her expression was grotesquely exaggerated, filled with fear as she stared at me. I let out a terrified scream and jumped upright from my bed in shock. The following scream came from Harmony, louder than mine, and then there was a crash as she fell off my bed, landing hard on the floor.

I hoped my words helped her. She took a deep breath and snuggled into me more. “It was the night they brought me back to the pack’s den. I remember thinking it could have been a beautiful old manor if they hadn’t trashed it. Instead it looked like something out of a horror movie.” She shivered a little at the memory. “I knew they were going to kill me as they dragged me to their alpha. I was so scared I couldn’t move. I just… froze.” She was starting to shake, but the temperature in the room remained steady.

It looked like the steady spilling of blood, soaking into the ground and marking the earth with death. I took a long, uneasy breath in. A tug somewhere deep within my chest soothed the ache, and the next breath I drew came easier. A flash of cobalt smouldered alongside my pain, my fear, covering it and calming it until it no longer hurt; a bright black hole winking a blazing star out of existence. “Perhaps the other vamps cleared it up,” Paps said, leaning against the counter. “If they knew of Alice’s plans,” Dad hummed, taking a seat at the kitchen table. He turned to Harper, his dark eyes curious. “How, exactly, did you end up with her?”

Lara only if you knew how scared I am to do this. "It's just that I ... I .. can't see you like that," I got up and made my way out of the room closing the door as quietly as I can. LARA What's wrong with him. This only happens when I bring this up. What makes him so scared to turn me into a vampire-like him then we will live for eternity. I gotta ask Ingrid and Ryson. I made my way to their room they had recently moved in together and our cheerful Ingrid is back. I knocked once and heard a come in. I stepped inside their bedroom. It was nice but not as ours. Kyson ugh he is a scared cat.