Beyond The Wall Of Sleep Lovecraft Novels & Stories

The one that let him do these things and still sleep at night. The first two wolves of the night were led away by workers with cattle prods in hand. One whimpered the entire length of the hall. Wren focused on the sound of his own breathing. They returned later and brought the metallic tang of blood with them. The rest of the day, he would be surrounded by that smell. Was he really so desensitized to other’s pain that it was the smell that bothered him more than the acts that caused it? There were too many sounds to pick out someone approaching him. Too many scents to single one out. More wolves left and came back. Again and again. Fresh waves of metallic blood flooded the air. The workers w

“See? Basic stuff.” Blaine and Adelina were strolling through the garden and around the house that Wednesday afternoon. He had asked her to narrate what it was like when she was unconscious. Some of the patients he had treated explained sob and quite horrifying stories of their woeful experiences in the 'dark room'. While only a handful had peaceful moments. Adelina seemed to have experienced a little bit of both. "Is it odd that I want to go back to that place? I mean, sometimes I just miss that peace and quiet."

As soon as I felt like myself again, I was tracking that last one down and blasting him into oblivion. My eyes widened. Wait a second. White hair. A voice that caused my horniness to rise seven levels from only a single spoken word. Only a supernatural with sex magic could break through something as strong as the aphrodisia like that. Sex demon. Incubus. Oh fuck— Zaine.

’ I fake a shudder. It’s not all lies. The dead vampires are true enough, but it’s the work of Chrys or his subordinates, rogue vampires murdered in a fashion that mimics the work of a Desecrant—the term we use for those vampires who commit sin beyond what the rest of us deem acceptable, those who don’t just stop at feeding from fellow vampires, but instead go so far as to consume their hearts. It allows them to amass a kind of power that is considered unholy even by us undead monsters of the night.

So she cancelled that option "He's just lucky I need him" ****************************************** Austin found it difficult to close his eyes at night, what in God's name did he just do. A war with a ghost? "Urghhh" he muffled into his pillow as he pressed his face against it. "What is wrong with me!!"

She repeated the sentence again, more firmly this time. But even after she closed her eyes, sleep never came that night. Her mind was filled with chaotic thoughts and painful memories. The image of the maid lying in a pool of blood. The sound of Malcolm's cold voice. And the quiet sadness in his eyes. All of them tangled together inside her heart, making it impossible for her to rest. Outside the window, the night slowly passed. Meanwhile, in another part of the mansion. Rose stood beside the large window in the guest chamber. The moonlight reflected on her elegant figure, making her look almost unreal. Her long hair flowed down her shoulders like dark silk, and the pale glow of the moon sof

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"

The walls had been repainted, and new furniture now occupied the living room, but the faint scent of her mother's favorite lavender cleaner filled her nose along with the smell of something cooking. “You didn’t call,” Dorothea said, shutting the door behind her. “I didn’t have time,” She replied flatly, setting her suitcase down near the stairs. Her mother wrung her hands. “You should’ve called.” “What difference would it have made?” Kallista snapped. Before Dorothea could respond, a deep voice cut through the tension. “Kallista? Is that you?” Benedict Jones entered the room, a glass of whiskey in hand. The years had softened his features, but his eyes, they still carried that dead look anyt

“Still want some? He asked. His deep baritone voice echoed through the room. My thighs trembled. I could feel the wetness flooding between my legs. My legs weakened, melting under his intense stare. In an instant, he swept me off my feet, placing me on the counter as he drew closer, sniffling me. He was all I wanted. My mind drifted to my boyfriend, he was too old to satiate my desires. I could easily be mistaken as an s*x freak, and he couldn’t handle the passion and fantasy burning within me, but with this stranger, his tantalizing touch awakened a hunger I couldn’t ignore. My thoughts spiraled the moment his lips lunged onto my skin. The softness and wetness of his mouth got me dripping e

It had only been a month, but Seraphina and Lisa already developed a decent friendship. During their conversation, Lisa told Seraphina, "I came across a video on the internet, Kathryn. It was an apology video of a werewolf. He also posted a missing she-wolf ad with his contact details and a photo that looks an awful lot like you. I wonder if you have seen it." In truth, the she-wolf in the photo bore a striking resemblance to Seraphina, but Lisa recalled that Seraphina didn't have the habit of checking her social media. Hence, Lisa framed her question carefully.