Crocotta Supernatural Novels & Stories

I shout so loudly my voice cracks, only this time, I didn't say the last part in English-it was full on Latin. The Demon starts to convulse and Uncle John's already dead-looking flesh begins ripping away from the sockets connecting his arms, spilling out the pungent odor of death. My palm goes to my face as pain overwhelms me. Zack steps ahead of me, repeating my exact words. "Tulit autem dic mihi qua Skylar!" "Caemeterium..." Zull gets out before thick black liquid shoots straight up from his mouth, forming into the body of giant reptile with horns and spikey hands.

The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement. Dana was not planning to stay idle throughout her stay in California so she decided to research about the CRUZ company. It was created by the Cruz couple and when Manuel died, Henry took over as the CEO. Dana had to confess that she had been hearing of the CRUZ company in the past years during her stay in Italy. Their works were distributed worldwide and sold in many different countries. Their designs were superb and so were the paintings which were made by their first son.

The old witch's gaze dropped, her voice barely above a whisper. "One possibility...removal of the of the baby." "The child must be extracted," the witch declared, her voice was laced laced with a mix of trepidation and resolve. Erin nodded, his eyes fixed on Aria's frozen form. The witch produced an ancient dagger, its blade etched with dark runes. "Behold, Xandriah - Devourer of Souls," she whispered. it was Forged in the depths of the underworld, Xandriah hummed with malevolent energy.

Kyra is his obsession, his punishment, and his prey. Steven Blackwood doesn’t love he dominates, he torments, he claims. Resistance brings pain; surrender brings chaos. Trapped in his mansion, surrounded by fear, jealousy, and the shadowed eyes of those who serve him, she must navigate a world where innocence is weakness and temptation is unavoidable. Every moment in his grasp threatens to break her, and survival is not escape, it is submission to a man who bends desire and fear into a power only he understands. In the hands of a devil who refuses to be denied, she may lose everything…even herself.

At the proof of everything they’d built: brotherhood, legacy, protection. He whispered, “We’re not doing this alone.” Corsican Catacombs – Later That Night The crypt was darker than usual. Petrov leaned back on a stone throne, his boots planted wide. Sokolov lit a cigar with a cursed match that hissed before catching fire. Vulture paced in small circles, journal in hand, black sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Malthea stood over a steaming cauldron of pitch-black ink, whispering. Petrov exhaled smoke.

Claire withdrew her hand and took a step forward. “He may not look as good as Mason, but we found useful antibiotics in his blood. The necrosis of Tracy’s cells has been suppressed…” “…He does look ugly.” A chunk of flesh with bulging blood vessels. I could only describe this new creature as an animal. It was nothing like Mason’s perfect and miraculous creation. It looked more like a random mix of different animals stitched together. I felt bored and uninterested. “Claire!” I called out to the woman who was circling around the glass incubator and admiring the new creature.

I doubled over, coughing and gasping. "It burns!" I choked out. "It burns so much!" But I wasn't dying. The pain was terrible, but I could breathe. I could think. "Unusual reaction," the healer said quietly. "Unusual how?" Soren demanded from the doorway. He arrived without me noticing. "She's experiencing a burn response, but not full rejection." "Meaning?" "It means she has supernatural contamination, but it's not natural to her." Hope fluttered in my chest. "So I'm not cursed?"

"Did you see it? Tell me you're looking at the files right now. Tell me you see what I'm seeing!" "I'm looking at them," I whispered, my voice sounding incredibly small in the dark room. "He’s a monster, Kiera! A literal, actual monster!" Susan cried, her voice cracking with pure terror. "He’s conquered half the northern hemisphere, his ex-girlfriends are literally dropping like flies, and there are rumors that he eats rogue wolves for breakfast! I don't care what kind of business Rafael is trying to do with him. You need to stay away from him. Do you hear me? Lock your door. Pack a bag. I’ll drive over right now and we can cross the border into the human realm. We’ll hide. We'll—"

Finally, the message arrived. “Dear valued customer, hello. Your Succubus is not malfunctioning, nor is he ill. He is simply extremely hungry and needs you. Not food, but you. This includes, but is not limited to, kissing, hugging, and any form of… intimate energy exchange. Wishing you a pleasant experience!” I froze, my fingers shaking. I read the message again. And again. The words, simple and clear, had a weight I couldn't ignore. Hungry. He needed me. Me. Not food in the usual way, but something more than basic, more intimate, more wonderfully scary??

Grandmother was now crying, praying, and trying to plead with Uncle but he wouldn’t even look at her. It seemed that Grandmother couldn’t handle the dread that she felt that after a few moments she fainted and fell like a withered vegetable. Aunt Karla and Ate Kathryn screamed and caught her, their faces wet with their tears. Meanwhile, it the otherworld... The creatures started praying all at the same time. They prayed to the man who was nailed to the cross. Uncle saw the group of creatures that were half-goat and half-human. Drool dripped from their mouths and they had numerous scratches on their bodies. There were also those who sang, combined with shouting and clapping.