Creepy Luz Novels & Stories

I hoped to gauge how honest he was based on how he responded to a direct question about his nature. Salem smiled, and walked towards a mural displaying other beautiful men and women, flying through night clouds with wings like his own. One of the creatures hovered over a man sleeping in his bed. Another hovered over a woman. “I’m an incubus,” said Salem. “The women of my kind are called succubi, and we call our species as a whole lilitu. We are demons . . . I won’t lie about that. But we don’t need to drink blood to live, as vampires like Mr. Cillian do. We do, however, share their sensitivity to sunlight . . . which brings us to the great change before us.”

Resting heavily against her collarbone is a platinum pendant, a howling wolf encircled by a crown of thorns and a crescent moon. "Is that what I think it is?" I ask, staring at the ancient seal, a profound sense of awe and terror washing over me. Valerius nods slowly, his face pale. "Yeah. The woman on Draven’s arm appears to be a Royal Lycan. The Rose of Light."

Lycidas cried out as the demon’s claws raked across his arm, drawing blood. “Lupa, help us!” Claud screamed, his voice desperate. Lupa sprang into action, her hands glowing with a soft, blue light. She placed her hands on their shoulders, channeling her own energy into the mix. The portal flared brighter, its edges stabilizing. The demon howled in rage, sensing its impending doom. It clawed at the ground, trying to resist the pull of the portal. Lycidas, Claud, and Lupa screamed in unison, their voices blending into a chorus of pain and determination.

Deep attraction has been drawn to him. My name is Annabel Ferrars. And I'm the Luna of Blood Moon Pack, as well as the Queen Of The Rogues. This is who I am.

My king sized, comfy as hell, paradise. " I am not really, I am a little tired I guess." " perhaps formerly we turn all the lights off you will be more tired, also you can fall asleep." I jounced my head, letting out a shriek as I lay down duly when she switched off all the lights. It fell silent for a moment before she spoke next to me. " What happed to your hipsterism? You have a girth."

As the radiance subsided, a figure materialized—a being cloaked in shimmering white, their presence both majestic and enigmatic. The figure extended a hand, their voice a melodious echo that sent shivers down our spines. "I am Lyra, the Guardian of Light," they announced, their words carrying an air of ancient wisdom. "The fate of the Silverwood rests in your hands, but you will need the power of unity to overcome the Weaver's darkness." Our eyes widened, our hearts pounding in our chests. Lyra's arrival, veiled in mystery and hope, marked a turning point in our battle against the Weaver. Their presence promised a force that could tip the scales in our favor.

My foot I say to all those foolish uncultured creatures. But back to the plan... I know exactly what I'm going to do, little miss perfect aren't going to be so perfect after I'm done with her. She will be equivalent to Lilly's disfigured paintings. With a dark grin spreading on her lips, one similar to the grin the devil himself would be spotted in. The chills that run down one's spine after witnessing it would certainly crawl down your spine like a lone drop of water running down one's exposed back. •●•

The dark thing tried to sneak into the door to Quaker Hall basement, but I aimed my LED at the doorway, making it crawl back and up toward the ceiling. “Fuck you, bitch!” I followed it with the LED. As long as I kept touching Kujo, the bright glow didn’t hide the crawler’s outline. “Spoken like the filthy shit you are.” I hit it straight with the beam and heard it hiss again. “Gonna kill you!” “You can’t, roach. You’re fucking dead.” It kept retreating away from the light, so I kept walking down the tunnel, pushing him further away from the door to its cave.

The impact echoed through the hallway like thunder. Lumina whimpered in agony, her body twitching as she struggled to breathe. Levante rose to his feet, still carrying me effortlessly in one arm as if I weighed nothing. He stalked toward her, grabbed her collar, and yanked her forward until their faces were inches apart. His dark energy wrapped tighter around her throat, lifting her higher off the ground.

Zoe leaned forward slightly, her expression tense as she listened. “The lightning,” Cassius continued, his tone grim, “it’s not like ordinary dark magic. It doesn’t just injure - it corrupts. It digs into your essence, leaves a mark, and festers. It’s the same with those incantations he was muttering. I couldn’t catch the words, but I felt them - like they were clawing at the edges of my mind. That kind of magic requires a deep, unholy connection to something… ancient.” Zoe shuddered involuntarily, her wolf stirring within her, restless and agitated. Her gaze dropped to her hands, where faint scars from her earlier battle seemed to pulse in rhythm with her unease.