Creepy Valentines Novels & Stories

I wonder if this would make Rune happy. Tomorrow is also Valentine’s day. Fuck me. How do I balance spending time with Marcella for her birthday, while giving Rune a romantic evening at the same time? For the first time in a very long time, I felt helpless. I was Xavier Creighton. Established in the human world and in wolf society. I could snap my finger and move countries. And yet, I can’t figure out what’s bothering my mate. What use is power if it cannot be used for loved ones?

Patience's POV I glanced toward the front. Valentine's hands paused on the steering wheel. Valentine turned his head, his face full of shock, his mouth slightly open, as if he had heard something unbelievable. I had heard about Cyrus's attitude toward women. He always treated those who approached him with scorn. Once, a female influencer cried while confessing her love to him. She even threatened suicide, saying, "If I don't even have a chance to earn your love, I'd rather die."

Though he understood them keeping it from the masses, he was livid with his parents for not filling him in on this new development. Once a vampire left their realm their bodies would begin to transform from within, removing their ability to walk under the sun . Slowly they would lose their minds and they developed an insatiable thirst for blood and sex. After being told these stories as children, no one ever thought of going there. That's why it had come as a big surprise when Griff suggested sneaking outside the realm for a short holiday. The car came to a smooth halt and Xander noticed a lonesome, tiny, dilapidated cabin and immediately frowned. Why had they stopped here? Did he want to sh

I let out a pained scream as I feel his thick length in my core and I hear him groan. His hands settle on my waist and his fingers sink into the skin as he pulls out, then thrusts in again, tearing another scream from me. "Fuck. This is why it’s you, baby. This is why it’ll always be you. You’ll always be my Veronica because you’re the only one I want to do this to. You have to understand I’m crazy for you. I’m completely in love with you, and it drives me insane when I see you around another guy. It gets me mad, Veronica, so please stop doing that to me. Stop doing that to us." He pauses and grunts as his strokes start to get faster. "I — fuck. You have me obsessed, baby, and I can’t stop n

Earlier, I had heard Michael’s dismissive voice over the phone, “Tell Janice to stop overreacting. If something’s really wrong, go to the hospital. What use am I?” From the background, Wynne’s delicate, soft tone chimed in. “Don’t be mad, Michael. Janice only acts like this because she loves you so much and wants to trick you into coming home. The party’s almost over. You don’t need to worry about me.” I found it almost laughable. I wanted to mock him and tell him to enjoy his Valentine’s Day with his little mistress, but the relentless bleeding from my abdomen stole my strength, and I passed out.

I wanted to see that place. It was just two hours into day break, everyone had gone to sleep. I hurried into the kitchen and drank a whole bottle of a special liquid Edmund and Hillary introduced to us. It was called vamscren and it allowed vampires to walk in the sun for a while without being affected by it. Somehow, vamscren made me feel a bit better about becoming a vampire as I didn’t have to always be limited by the sun. The vamscren was made from dragon tears and Edmund and Hillary, along with Dana, arranged with the manufacturers to always supply it to the castle, so we never ran out. After drinking, I got my cloak and flew out of the castle, to see my former town.

“Vampires are real. Not the ones in books. The ones that blend in with us, but aren’t human. They feed on emotions, lust is their favorite. That’s how they get in. That’s how they hook you. They’ll offer you everything you ever wanted. Luxury. Love. Power. All for one thing: your soul. They don’t take it like the devil does in stories. They make you sign it away. If they ask you to sign a contract, don’t. You’re fine as long as you haven’t signed anything but once you do… there’s no going back. You are theirs. Forever.” The words pulsed in Chloe’s mind like a warning bell. Her fingers gripped the sheets. Contract. Her vision blurred as the memory came back. It had been that night. That night

They need to act soon, or Valentine will be lost forever. Chloe stands by his side, her hand hovering just above his chest, afraid to touch him, afraid that even the lightest contact might awaken the dormant darkness. Her heart races, an ineffable sense of dread gnawing at her gut. She knows the gravity of what lurks beneath Valentine’s skin. The creature that now skulks within him has the power to consume not just his body, but his soul, and then it will come for her. This thought sends shivers down her spine.

Vampires, on the other hand, don't have human-like holidays, which makes Phoebe Robert jealous, but Phoebe remembers what her mother used to say: “Inside you have half-human blood inherited from me, you can still choose to be a human if you want to, if you are a human, then my dear Phoebe will also enjoy all the favors of society. this association.” According to the theory, it is true that she has half-human blood inside, so this Valentine's Day is also for her. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't conceal herself as a Vampire. Phoebe carefully put the Chocolate box in her pocket, she wanted to give this gift box to one person. She couldn't sleep all night because she was looking f

He didn't deserve the snake curled around him, whispering poison into room she should never have entered. “You talk about Eloise again,” I said, my voice low, deliberate. “You breathe her name the wrong way, look at her with anything less than reverence, I'll end you, and I'll have a fucking smile on my face while I do it.” Valentine blinked, a flicker of something behind her lashes. Fear, it slipped through her mask like blood from a crack. “You wouldn't,” she whispered, though her voice lacked conviction now. “Not in front of a child–”