Dr Frank N Furter Novels & Stories

he started, voice low, disbelief threading through it. “Yes,” Talia cut him off, her voice hoarse with urgency. “He’s transforming.” Dedrick blinked, incredulous. “That’s not possible. I mean, the old stories said it could happen—that the gene could awaken under duress—but no one’s actually seen it in centuries. He’s human, Talia. He shouldn’t be able to—” “Quiet,” she snapped, her eyes never leaving Atticus. Another scream tore from his throat, raw and inhuman. His back arched off the ground as another sharp crack echoed through the clearing. His left arm twisted grotesquely, the skin along his forearm rippling as fur erupted in uneven patches.

“I reached out to Dr. Ivan, my mentor at the Black Mountain Pack. I described your symptoms to him, hoping he could provide some insight. He is one of the oldest members of my pack and has way more medical experience than Richard and I combined. He said your symptoms sound familiar, but if this is what he says it could be, I’m not sure what it could mean.” “Not to be an asshole, but can you cut to the chase and spare the melo-drama?” Darius cuts Saph off. He was in a chair towards the back of my room, arms crossed and brows furrowed. I wanted to slap him across the face for insulting my sister. But a part of me also agrees with him. Just spit it out already, Saph. “Please continue with what

“Furcans. Gamma prodigies. They don’t belong here.” Furcans. The word hung in the air like a ratchet breed of wolves. Gustav’s beet-red eyes stayed locked on mine, leaving me uneasy. I chewed on my lips, mulling over that word. I was confused. “What is a furcan?” Mistrust bloomed, and I withdrew a dagger from my utility belt. I stooped in front of Gustav to position the blade at his throat. “Don’t bullshit me, or I will slit your throat. Have you seen them before?”

The first guy who had tried dissuading them cried out in terror. "Guys....don...don't be scared. Don't be afraid. This isn't happening, this is just a figment of our own imagination. Remember fear is False Evidence Appearing Real. Remem.—.." Drake was given his puppets what seemed to me like words of exaltation or encouragement before one cut him off. "Oh shut up Drake. You're visibly fidgeting. I always knew hanging out with you would cost me my life. Ahhhhh." He screamed charging at Drake like a furious dragon.

Outside the tent in a conversation between the worm man and one of the dwarf clowns, named Tino. "Poor boy, he has suffered so much," said the worm man. "This is so, and unfortunately, he will suffer more, when in some days, he has to appear in his own village as the freak who returned from death."

Frankenstein yelled, Node stopped again as he swallowed, “take a spoon from my food, I don’t trust you. I feel my food is poisoned.” Node eyes widened. Suddenly, Frankenstein laughed. “Sorry to scare you. Am just kidding. You may go.” Frankenstein waved his hand turning to the screen on the table. Node blinked then walked out. Don’t worry, it as been two days already in this city but I have a plan to save us from this hell. Node thought as he side looked at Peirce inside the tube

I liked this fact about Lexter that he does not like to beat around the bush and always came straight up to the point. "I'd like some of that slumber dust as payment in return for my information please." The sweet smile on my lips never left once as I spoke of my demands. Everyone including Liana was looking at me with an expression of pure horror this time around, but I would like to point out that Fredurd's expression really took the cake this time. Fredurd's eyes were as wide as if someone was coming to deliver him the fatal blow. He looked clammy and there was the glisten of cold sweat on his forehead. He looked like a man who was living a nightmare tailor-made by his own brain to play o

The next day, while I was preparing for the Ashen Mythos game auction, I suddenly received a call from Fronville Hospital. Marvin had slashed his own leg. When the paramedics arrived, he was lying in a pool of blood, laughing uncontrollably, mumbling, "Now Serena will forgive me." The hospital staff said he insisted on speaking to me and refused treatment unless I came in person. His wound was still bleeding heavily, and the floor was soaked red. But I couldn't bring myself to forgive him so easily—not after being lied to, tricked, and humiliated 100 times two years ago.

I took the laptop up to my room and closed the door behind me. I accessed my email and opened the John Gold file again. He was five foot ten inches, with light brown hair. He was short for a man and his personality showed his affliction. He had short man syndrome. He wasn’t in terrible shape but he could be in better shape. He was filthy rich, exclamation on the filthy part and the surprising factor, I was friends with his son, Robert Gold.

''You wouldn't try that, murder me right here in this room. ''Murder?'' He laughed again. ''You can only murder a human being. You and your people have lived for thousands of years, doesn't it occur to you that you might have lived your share?'' He stood up now and bent down in front of me. ''I'll tell you the meaning of murder. Murder is what you do when you go out at night hunting unsuspecting people. When you steal little children away from lonely streets and suck their life's blood out of them. Murder is what you do when in the midst of having sex, you sink your fangs into an unsuspecting man's neck and slowly drain him of his life. Murder is what you were about to do to me.''