Creepy Luz Novels & Stories

But the anger and heartbreak stabbed so deep that I couldn't bring myself to turn away. Enduring the torture and turmoil, I forced myself to walk toward the observatory doors. They were slightly ajar. I held my breath to press close and listen through the gap. Serena's cloying and clingy voice came from inside. She teased coyly, "Professor Thorne, you seem to especially like seeing me in red." Lucas' voice followed, low and tinged with slight exasperation. "Keep it down... Someone might stumble upon us." "What's there to be afraid of?" Serena drawled, her tone deliberately sulky. "It's so late. No one's around."

She chuckled. “Yeah,” Lydia said. “Go on.” She waved her friend off, who giggled and raced back into the pack house. Lydia sat there for a minute when she suddenly felt something stir within her. Her vision became blurry, and she felt herself leaning back against the bench. She wondered if it was the wine affecting her, but she thought werewolves didn’t get drunk—this wasn’t her first time drinking. A sharp pain pierced her head, and slowly, she closed her eyes as darkness engulfed her.

And now I feel as if someone is breathing down my neck. That is the last straw. I stop ignoring the feeling. I’m going to give this creep who is following me a piece of my mind. But when I turn around what I see is shocking. The ’creep’ is a handsome man that is about six feet tall. He has long hair that was tied to a bun. He gets closer to me that our noses are almost touching. His irises were burning with lust or some other drug. Usually, I will slap him in the face and proceed to leave.

Where I felt like a crumpled mess, Rayne's gaze was blank as if he had not just kissed the life out of me. I maintain my stubborn stance even though I desperately want to flee from the foreign feelings his touch brings to me. His fingers caress my skin, harshly yet enjoyable. How am I supposed to explain this conflicting feelings. "I have no idea what you are talking about," I said in reply to his earlier statement. My voice shook as I spoke. His gaze darkened for the third time that night and the next things he said was like a confirmation to my delusional palette. "Get down on your knees, Lilith." My name on Rayne's lips right now is like a curse, a testament to my impending doom.

But they have no way to expect this going to lasts like forever! The young lady reveal the irritation, while the young-looking man remain in his cool demeanor. The journey to exit is neverseen, and it continue despite the heavy blows of wind. Strangely, right at the locating of young lady's chest, a blue light shivering and is barely bask with hopeful light. Meanwhile, the area so far away from the hellish, away from the silent burning of the wind; the roar of lust enchanted the town. The rumor barely resurface, but accompanied the roar is the rumor that revive.

Rather, their molten eyes expanded and flickered with dread, which is something I hadn't anticipated seeing in them. Their heads raised one by one, cries escaping their throats. It was a harsh, irritating, somewhat melancholy sound that reverberated far into the ground. Their bodies then trembled. Their eyes, their claws, and the tears in their shadow-made skin all emitted smoke. As the light emanating from Rebecca's aura ripped at their very existence, their cries turned into shrieks. As I watched them stumble back, I stood motionless, chest heaving and blood streaming down my arm.

Just the smell of ozone and unfinished responsibility lingering in the air. Selena stood there alone, blinking at the decaying altar while water from the storm began trickling across the stone floor like it was staging a coup. Her eye twitched. Her soul twitched. Her lower back twitched because she’d landed like a sack of wet laundry. God knew she tried. She recited every spell she vaguely remembered from internet rabbit holes. “Abracadabra,” “Leviosa”—not “Leviosar,” she corrected herself mid-prayer—and even, in desperation, “Escucha las palabras de las brujas, los secretos escondidos en la noche...” while raising her hands like she was in a soap opera for witches.

Lucifer I look down at my mate’s crumpled form as she struggles with madness. She’s covered in demon blood, and her eyes are glowing like the sun. But there is no lucidity in that light. Despair, as I’ve never felt, fills me when she repeats the same phrase over and over again and claws at her delicate skin. “Lana, look at me…” I kneel down and gaze into her maddened eyes. “…please, look at me…” Lana is too far gone as blood pours from her lips, and she begins to gag. Seeing that she might die if I do not do anything, I place my hand over her head and make her insentient.

It was fucking terrible. As I left the lights behind, the buildings grew tall enough to block any moonlight. The darkness closed in. My eyes darted from every nook and cranny expecting... well I don't know what, to jump out, but something scary. It could be a bad guy or a vampire, or hell a wendiego. An image of a slender white body with a mouthful of pointed teeth plagued my mind. My throat tightened. I could feel that fear surging through me again.

He motion the other to attack them, but a light comes out in between that scattered along the surface of the woods. “Stay where you are… Keep preaching.” Cordelia stated. “Audi Lunae dea carmen meum. Malus creatura dormiat in tenebris rt proiicat ea. In globo lucis requelescant.” (Goddess of the moon, hear my spell. Let the evil creature sleep in darkness and cast them away.Let them rest in a ball of light.) Lazarus could not believe what he saw. Her kin fell to the ground and lost consciousness and deeply asleep. The lights that wrapped around their body suddenly appeared in his sight.