Dr Frank Furter Rocky Horror Novels & Stories

I furrowed my brow and vaguely recalled seeing a naked woman and Mystrel stripping, then Fenrir mounting her wolf. "I can't remember much, only that I thought I died and it was due to that bitch he was going to fuck. As far as Mystrel goes, I want to go slowly instead of rushing too quickly," I mumbled sourly and he nodded. We came upon several adults and Chadwick explained that they were some of the hired staff. What I found unusual is that they were all males, Sliske, Nostro, Drake and lastly Firo. He gave me the creeps, he was also a very old vampire. When I shook his hand a shiver went down my spine and he sensed it and grinned slightly.

If she would've listened, then none of this would've happened. "Thanks for the food, I'm starving." Frank grab one of the sausages, shoving it all into his mouth. "Mmmm" he closes his eyes as he chews the food. Freddy let out a low chuckle. "It looks like Lisa's mate beat you into starvation," Freddy says laughing at Frank. "How bout I come over there and beat you into dehydration." Frank glare over at Freddy, shoving another sausage into his mouth. Fred looks at his boys smiling. Last night gave him a scare. We thought Frank was dead, seeing him on the ground in his human form motionless.

It's relaxing, but then there's a switch. I'm on my lounger zoning out. I look at Valencia, and her face is distorted. Frightened, I hop to my knees. Glassy, I stay kneeling, gazing her way. She frowned, and she looked like a monster. I gasped, and this horrid face asked, "Are you alright?" Balled up in the fetal position, I cower away. Soon, Drusilla stands, and she looks even more hideous. This red-eyed monstrous figure reaches for me, and I scream!

“Thank you, Colonel,” The room lights dim as Dr. Frostgrave steps forward, and for a moment, the two men are paired side by side, half silhouetted against the glowing holographic image behind them. The juxtaposition is almost comical. In contrast to the Colonel's stocky build, the Doctor's body is lean and lean. He could practically be a skeleton dressed in a lab coat, except for the tip of his goatee and the backlit tufts of hair gleaming white on top of his head.

Her eyes darted wildly. “Pretty little thing. Thought you were too good for us, huh?” Frank’s voice echoed hauntingly as he pressed his lips against her skin. They are grotesque and grinning. Jerry licks his thumb and smears dirt off her cheek in mock affection. Roy pulls at her hair. Frank unbuckles his belt, the sound echoing like gunshots in the silence. She sobs, now able to scream—raw, guttural, animalistic. The bulb above her explodes.

"Break his limbs into pieces and hand his fur over to my claws so I can finish him off myself! I will make his soul wish he were dead!" Rocco, a super scary warrior with a thick beard and giant fangs, glares dead at my face. "You have some massive nerve touching young Mr. Blackfang, stray. Get down on your knees this instant and beg our pack for forgiveness. That way, maybe Mr. Blackfang might let your friends keep your corpse in one single piece."

“Ready?” Fara hesitated, her eyes meeting mine for one final second. “I’ll be fine,” I promised her softly. “Franco’s here.” She inhaled sharply, bracing herself. “This is gonna be one hell of a show,” she muttered. And before anyone could blink, they shifted. The sound was horrific — bone cracking, skin tearing, fur bursting from beneath. Gasps and screams tore through the crowd as their bodies contorted and reshaped right before everyone’s eyes.

The small structure sat nestled in a clearing, smoke lazily curling from its chimney. His ears perked up, but no sounds came from within. Duncan and George soon appeared by his sides, all three of them staring at the cottage in front of them. As they prepared to leave, a pungent smell hit Drakken's nose, causing him to pause. He immediately communicated with George and Duncan through their mind link, informing them of the scent's origin. They followed the stench, which led them to a room in the cottage. The sight that greeted them was gruesome. A decomposing carcass lay on the floor, its flesh sloughing away.

He plants his forehead to mine and closes his eyes. "Don't worry, I'll come back to you," With one last kiss on my forehead, Don headed out confidently. I know he will return to me, but my fear of him facing Petrov makes my heart uneasy. Petrov is a true monster than Eddie. Eddie is the scientist, and Petrov is the Frankenstein monster. A match made in hell. "Let's go," I say as we both carefully leave the house and see the SUV parked outside with Landon in the driver's seat.

It was hard. "What is that?" she asked him, alarmed. Frank turned slowly, twisting his upper body to face her and greeted her with a smile. "These are screws, mister hair. I have screws all along my spine because of the accident." "Oh my God!" She crouched down next to him, and Dercy, the woman, laughed at her surprise. "Why do you think we call him Frank? Frankenstein, my dear." Dercy spoke, bursting into laughter. Clara still had a hand over her mouth, astonished.