Creepy Luz Novels & Stories

so that our conversation could not be heard by anyone. “If Blaze is a vampire… Balthier is also a vampire! Aren't they brothers… you've never seen Balthier's canines… and does he shine and sparkle when he exposed to the sunlight? ” Lidya shook her head. I just thought, you should have understood Lidya… that they are the same type as Jacob Black. New chapter

"Their backs are turned: they're on the edge of the garden. We'll move out slowly, then walk to the edge of the forest. Then we'll escape together. Alright?" I nodded. "Alright." He offered his hand to me and I slipped my fingers into his. However tanned he looked, his hand was as cold as ice. "Ready?" He asked, and I nodded in the affirmative. And together we slowly stood up from under the table. Again the sight of several dead people met my eyes. It was hard to look away, hard to ignore the blood and the unseeing eyes and the cold, deathly silence. Hard to see where people had once dined on my account, flowing with blood. My heart was broken beyond fixing.

That fact was sure! But then I clicked on the next folder. Relationships. And my breath hitched. My finger hesitated over the mouse before I clicked the first profile. It was a picture of a gorgeous Lycan noblewoman named Lady Catherine. She had stunning silver-blonde hair, sharp, aristocratic features, and a smile that looked like glass. She was the daughter of one of the richest lords in the North. Beneath her name, a single word was stamped in bold, stark font: DECEASED.

The air felt heavy with power, thick and charged with an unnatural energy that made the hair on Lara's arms stand on end. Thana’s minions, creatures born of darkness and ancient curses, stirred from the edges of the clearing. Their twisted forms emerged from the shadows, hunched and grotesque, their eyes gleaming with a sickly yellow light. They moved like shadows themselves, their elongated limbs barely making a sound as they gathered in a wide circle around the altar where Lara lay bound. The eerie quiet that had lingered over the clearing was shattered by their sudden, discordant noise—a grotesque symphony of guttural growls, snarls, and hisses.

That led to extinction of the wild creatures. "That can't be true, royalties are the only ones who are able to read that, Sylvia." Bella utters with confusion marked at her face. "They're the Lycans" I said with my low voice slowly stroking the book. I got so intrigued that I wanted to know more information about them.

"Because dead secrets are reliable." Ria laughed softly. "Oh, don't scare her, we're not killing you." "At least not tonight." She crouched in front of me, her smile still intact. "We're simply going to help Alpha Oliver realize what kind of woman you truly are." My vision blurred even further by every passing second, the room spun. I could no longer keep my eyes focused. Cole's face became little more than a shadow. "You've become a very inconvenient problem, Lilith." He adjusted his grip beneath my shoulders.

He turned his head toward her, his eyes panic-stricken. “Go,” the man hissed. “He’s going to kill any human he comes into contact with if he gets past them. He’s out of his mind.” She hugged the wall as both of the human medical staff fled. She wasn’t leaving. No way. 466—Moon—might need her. Her dazed mind accepted the name he’d obviously chosen. “Moon,” the Species male growled. “Calm yourself. We are your brothers and friends. Think and remember us.”

She then followed him while giggling, he looked quite cute when he was annoyed a while ago. … After they had walked for quite a while, they arrived in front of a tall building which they entered immediately. The longer they stayed inside, the more she felt nauseous, she just saw different kinds of creatures, some she had heard from fairytales, and some were completely foreign existence to her. Where the hell is she? Her questions were soon answered when a woman in a very bright yellow lipstick assessed them. “Welcome to the Afterlife, home of the dead. Ah! You must be the lunati- Fresh meat HAHA! Welcome fellow undeads” her words were quickly overshadowed by a menacing laugh.

The haunting lullaby reverberated through the Crypt, sending shivers down Lysandra's spine. Her glowing orb dimmed as if even it was affected by the ominous atmosphere. Dupree, jaw set and fists clenched, tried another passageway only to find it leading to a dead end. Don Julio, rubbing the emblem on his chest plate, remarked, "This Crypt doesn't just challenge our physical resolve, but our mental fortitude. Every turn, every passage, seems to be a reflection of our memories."

“Are you gonna tell us why you seem like you’re going to burst out of excitement or…?” “Or why your grin looks kinda creepy to me?” Thaddeus chipped in, earning a glare from me. “What? I’m just saying, it actually looks creepy” He said, raising his hands in surrender. Zara shook her head at him, feeling he could be hopeless at times. “Forget him, tell me why you’re in such a good mood?” Zara offered