Novel & Cerita Cosmic Horror Short Stories

We experienced our own deaths across seventeen different timelines at once, feeling ourselves unmade in configurations of suffering that would drive mortal minds instantly insane. But we were not mortal anymore. Not entirely. Our merged consciousness held, but barely. Through our three perspectives, we felt our individual identities beginning to fragment under the assault. Zack's Alpha certainty wavering as pack hierarchies meant nothing against cosmic horror. Drake's accumulated lifetimes seeming pathetically brief against eternity. My void manipulation struggling against something that was void itself, pure and undiluted. "We cannot hold," Zack's aspect gasped through our unity. "It is too

Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well. These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes.

characterized the discussions among the ethereal beings. In Rome, the sons of Liberty, once again faced with cosmic uncertainties, gathered in hushed conversations. Simple words like "foreboding shadows" and "cosmic suspense" hovered in the air, as they contemplated the mysteries that unfolded beyond the earthly realm. The discrimination of the past, now a distant memory, was replaced by a shared sense of vulnerability in the face of cosmic unpredictability.

"You want to get out of here? We could go someplace more private and..." "No, that's okay," I said, handing him the cup. "Excuse me." I had to admit that a gay Frankenstein did frighten me a little, but that's the price one pays for living in Manhattan, I suppose. Halloween. I hated the word. It brought back too many bad memories. Well, it only brought back one, to be honest, but so far as bad memories go... "Hey!" a vampire interrupted my flashback before it even got started. There were a number of those around and she was by far the best, in my opinion.

Now let's talk about my other books. Nightmare Land is not changing, but I am re-editing the first 18 chapters, which I will try to finish as soon as I can. Again, I will try to get the re-edits out with a new chapter, so just bear with me. Not only that, but I'm trying to add on a new book called Dark Tales of the Alive Undead. I have received no response about that either, but I'm waiting for an entire week to see if my editor will respond. I know they say to wait a whole month for new books, but this is also about my other books.

Thalia's POV. My eyes widened in horror the moment I heard that. Death? I knew I was going to die someday, but I never for once thought that I'd die by the hands of a criminal. That would be too much of a disgrace. I struggled to breath, my hands now clawing his big arm but Rocco didn't let go. His grin never faltered, even as he finger-fucked me. The sounds of his finger pushing back and forth echoing through the room, a reminder of how shameless I grew.

I stumbled forward, caught my foot on something, and fell. But I didn't hit the ground. Hands caught me. Strong hands. Grabbing my arm, my waist, pulling me up. Skin on skin. His skin on mine. The moment I touched him, something exploded in my chest. Heat. Light. Pain. Like being struck by lightning. Like being burned alive. Like coming home after years lost. I gasped. He froze. His hand was on my bare arm. My skin. His skin. Nothing between us. For one second. One terrible, wonderful, horrible second.

Frank had probably brought me back, and if I had to thank him, I’d need enough energy to explain why I had snuck out of the house in the first place. Dragging myself down the hall, I heard soft noises coming from the living room. The room was dark, and I quickly found the switch before flipping on the lights. My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets at the sight before me. “Frank!” I screamed. My eyes darted to his cock, strong and thick veins on it. It was long and huge too, images of him sliding that into me flashed my mind – would it fit? His cock was thick, and it looked like it was about to explode.

Death awaits you, your darkest pleasures hitchhiked on the highway. On a rainy night at the police station between highways, reservations, between the mountains, following a highway, amidst the crimes of the dawn, among the nights of stars, among the crimes, the policemen death asked for a ride; Being that it's a collection of vampire/werewolf stories, investigation. Several horror tales, among several characters that pass through the city of Lovecraft County. So, follow the supernatural world, between changes, attacks of beasts and supernatural worlds, lives of terror and nightmares.

Not the terrifying intensity underneath every joke that made my chest tighten whenever he got too quiet. But acknowledging it would mean acknowledging myself too. And I wasn't ready for that. So instead, I grabbed another tray of drinks and pretended my life wasn't slowly turning into a terrible decision wrapped in tension and stolen midnight fucks with a much younger man. "Lilith." I froze slightly. Oh fuck.