Cthulhu Stories Novels & Stories

Warning: This chapter involves Dubcon What the —!” Stunned, Nath stared at his roommate. His roommate had his trousers down and was fucking himself in the ass with a dildo, a gay porno playing on the phone he held in his hand. Lyle froze, unable to move. “Nath,” he blustered. “It's not want you're thinking. It's not what it looks like.” “Really?” Nath gave a devilish smirk and folded his arms across his chest. “What does it look like?”

Uea glanced around, his hands covering his nose and his face scrunched up. The rotten smell of the zombies kept him on edge. Their peeling skins and exposed muscles... tsk. Uea didn't want to look anymore. He was in front of a dilapidated hotel building, and all around him were ugly faces of clumsy zombies. They approached him, aiming to take a bite from him. Uea rubbed his chest, suppressing the urge to gag as he continued looking around.

Chapter Ten: Betrayal in the Shadows. The howl rang out, cutting through the night like a blade. My blood ran cold as I recognized it—Cole’s rallying cry. “Cole’s coming back,” Dante said, his voice low and dangerous as his wolf senses sharpened. His posture was tense, ready for battle.

The atmosphere of the world immediately changes the moment Cthulhu's soulless husk appears outside of the coast. The air felt heavier and the evil thought hidden within everyone's mind no matter how small was beginning to swell and from the thought, it quickly transformed into action. Everyone at the coastline suddenly screamed and laughed in madness and began killing each other. Everyone who saw The figure of Cthulhu's soulless husk began to descend into madness no matter who they were. Lovers killing each other, parents killing their children no matter whether they are old or young, healthy or sickly. They began to kill each other with the nearest weapon they could find.

11:54 11:55 11:56 11:59 12:00 Once the clock stroked 12, a shiver ran down my spine ,my body was aching for a release and he wasn’t in sight yet. I heaved a sigh,as the clock stroked 12:20 a few minutes later. The library had a few people in it but nevertheless I decided to go round placing books back where they were meant to be. I took off my jacket and started going round, placing books back, I got to the back row of the library , it didn’t have a enough light, so people hardly sat there to read, there was a book on one of the tables. It was a Novel by Ana huang famous author for the twisted series, it was Twisted hate and the open page was one the steamy hate sex scenes between Jules and

The moment Lena slipped two fingers into her glistening hole, I let out a soft “fuck” I could see how bad she was trying to hold in her moans as her fingers slipped in and out of her cunt, her eyes fixed on mine. Her lips moved, and I picked it out to be my name but no sound came out of her mouth. She was so good at this. Her breathing became heavier and I took that as a sign that she was about to cum. Just when I thought she would orgasm without making a sound, a choked moan finally escaped her lips and the presenter froze.

I kept chanting in my head. “ So Thom, are we still set for this afternoon? I hear the big ones usually come out then and I may have bragged to Linda a little bit,” Chad grinned, earning a laugh from Sonny and Jake. “ That's if you don't run off, screaming and pissing your pants like a sissy,” Thom replied. Chad's laughter died instantly while I rolled my eyes. He was still trying to act tough after last night. “ Fuck you dickhead,” Chad grumbled.

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.

At least far more interesting than the story I heard yesterday at the antique auction, is this one, I thought. I became uneasy when he described how two werewolves broke their fated mate promise and unleashed a terrible calamity. The narrative was too visceral and realistic. Every time I hear the story, it seems to tighten my heart, so I don't want to listen to it anymore. It felt odd, as though I had also lived through the same narrative. She continued, "And it all began with the Grimoire." "Grimoire?" I asked, intrigued. This Grimoire seemed to be at the center of all the odd occurrences.

Why the vampire felt the need to gorge himself in a substance that neither affects nor sustains him, Rose didn't know. "Father Benedict didn't say---I mean, why...why so early? What made him change his mind?" Hunter continued to ramble, scratching at his bald head. He gasped, "Oh, God. Don't tell me...the world is ending, isn't it?" Taking a deep breath, Rose scoffed at the vampire, "What gave that away? The meteors that will hit this place in an hour?" "No, I mean. This time, it's really ending, right? Like...whoosh...one big end."