American Horror Story Seasons 1 Novels & Stories

She frowned not able to understand him. She carefully touched his bare shoulder making the man turned his head toward her making her gasp out as she leaned back in horror, his eyes. They were changing colors. The redness was turning darker steadily. His eyes were becoming completely pitch black, her eyes widened when she noticed something black covering his chest and shoulders going down to his left arm.

Hussein sank onto the sofa, his head bowed, lost in grief, while the house filled with a suffocating weight of uncertainty and dread of what was to come. Suddenly, Miranda rose, as if she could no longer bear the weight. She left her seat and walked to the door. She opened it and stepped out. Her steps were slow as she crossed the garden and paused beneath her bedroom window. There lay the lifeless body of the murdered demon, as if from another world. She shuddered slightly but composed herself. She turned and went to the gate. Her hands grasped a heavy axe. She plunged the blade into the soil and, with weary arms, began to dig a deep hole. She threw in the strange creature's bones and then

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.

Fuelled with anger that her father had ignited, Harley roamed the city just waiting for the chance to unleash her fury on one of the abominations that roamed the earth. Though the problem was that the night seemed quiet. On a normal night, she would have made at least three kills within the first half an hour, but tonight she had been out much longer than that and still hadn't encountered any vampires. Something didn't feel right about it either, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was.

What was she going to say right now? " The wound I gave to you, is it completely healed?" " Almost healed. Not completely at the moment. " Derek stared at her for a while. " Who are you?" Sophia felt a little wave of discomfort sweep through her whole body. It was obvious that Derek had good reasons to ask the questions that he was asking right now. It made no sense that she would just get up from the bed, breaking free from her paralysis . In fact, Derek had a greater reason to be worried. Apart from the fact that Sophia broke free from the paralysis, there was something else that had happened. She roared at him and he became calm. It was a very strange thing. It never happened. It was only

"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.

She panicked and dashed towards the door and opened it. She was strucked by the turmoil of terror outside. Everyone was running and crying as the grasses grow violently and wrapped them on the ground. There were large wolves cornering people. Some lay on the ground, unconscious and a girl with a red auburn hair blew out pink fumes from her mouth, knocking everyone out. There were arrows flying in the air like birds and hitting people. There were also rocks flying around, knocking people out. There were humans with wings flying above like huge birds and they were hauling people to the sky and dropping them to the ground. They were laughing as the people around them were wailing. Serra just st

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

His limbs were ripped from their sockets, torn apart piece by piece. “Ah,” I let out a sharp gasp watching the gruesome sight and then realizing it was no different from what Rowan wanted to do. This scene would be a ghastly feast for any vampire, a sight that was capable of satisfying their darkest and most depraved desires - blood. And yet, this was exactly the kind of slaughter that Rowan had been craving. “Are you alright?” Alpha Axel asked me suddenly, his eyes scanning my face. “Y-yes. I am,” came my reply, with an affirmative nod.

I hurried over and tapped the man. "Hey, are you okay?" My hand touched his back, and I froze. A chill ran through me. I turned him over. Every muscle in me locked up. It was the guy from 603. He had multiple stab wounds to the chest, blood soaking his clothes and the mattress beneath him. I nearly collapsed to the floor. What the hell was going on? "Are you out of your fucking mind?" A furious shout rang out from downstairs. It was Jacob. Worried he might run into the killer somewhere in the building, I pushed open the stairwell door and hurried downstairs. In the darkness, my foot struck something, and I nearly tumbled down the stairs.