Frankenstein Novels & Stories

She could practice fighting with her brother when he was free. She thought of going back. From afar she could sense three unknown vampires among her family. She increased her pace to reach the castle in time for dinner. When she opened the door to the dining room, she was very surprised to see three vampires staring at her. There was a woman who was of her mother's age and a girl who seemed older than her and beautiful and lastly a boy who seemed Kyson's age. He had blonde hair and sharp features and good-looking for his age. He seemed dangerous but Ingrid could not help but felt drawn towards him.

I heard Bazaar. I then know what the dark smoke was. It was wolfbane the substance they discovered to kill and weaken a wolf. The wolfsbane was now causing me difficulty breathing. My eyes run water and my vision became blurry still I didn't close my eyes. My eyes remained half-opened until I saw the dark dust that surrounded us slowly disappeared. When it did everyone within the wall was lying on the floor still and scared. It was not easy seeing them since my vision was still a bit blurry, but there was one image I could see clearly, and that was a white large werewolf that appears to be a she-wolf lying on the ground with a knife in its heart, covered in bright red blood. Bazaar walked ov

Abigail was completely engrossed as she watched pitch black wings extrude from Daniels back, he was the epitome of Death in its purest form. The whole scene played out in front of her as if she was watching a movie. The glowing eyes, the wings, the flaming sword. Then a really tall, very frightening woman. This woman appeared out of nowhere. Abigail observed very intently as Daniel's sword made contact with the unknown woman's throat. She gasped, she just witnessed a murder. The woman reached for her throat, but to Abigail's surprise the blood that was supposed to be spewing out of the wound was not blood at all, it was some sort of black ooze. Abigail was completely disgusted at the sight o

Lucifer “I’m sorry, Gabriel, but I don’t remember much about my sisters. Even in my visions, their faces were obscured by shadows. I don’t even know their human names. I just referred to them by their horsemen names. All I can tell you is that they were close to my age. The other had brown hair and oddly shaded eyes, and the other had red hair. The only thing they had in common is that they all seemed to be frightened of someone who wanted to hurt them. I don’t remember anything else. I’m sorry,”

Peirce shook his head, “You sounded just like my grandma with the way you talk earlier.” “Hm?” “Just that she is more calmer and a better person than you.” “Comparing me to an inhumane! Ha! Behold, don’t look down on me.” Frankenstein said as he removed is coat. Peirce widened his eyes at the sight of the person in front of him. Revealing upper half of Frankenstein's body glowing black and the sides from his ribcage down was hairy in silver fur just like he was in a beast mode with both arms and neck marked like the Nymphs.

I nodded, interested in what he was getting at. Well, the monster wasn’t name Frankenstein, the creator was. He gave that monster life, adding bits and pieces of different beings to him. You are similar to that Ayda. When I smell your blood, I can smell myself, the wolf, the Angel, I can smell human, and I can surely smell demon and some magic, though witch type, I am unsure. There is one smell, however, I cannot define with certainty, but I believe I know what it is. You also smell of the creator, the Almighty.”

Mathias exclaimed, a hint of excitement and curiosity lacing his words. Mrs Fernanda's laughed echoed through the room as she started revealing the dark secrets. "You know nothing at all," she sneered mockingly, her tone filled with a mixture of amusement and disdain. "A child can't be different from her father, DIABLO (devil), VAMPIRA (vampire), HÍBRIDA (hybrid), ABOMINACIÓN (abomination). And she must die, or else she will bring death to us all, just like her father has been doing for generations."

It was a cruel way to do things and often times painful. Nevi explained that, when a vampire was created in this manner, all sparks of humanity were removed. It was probably a result of the length of time the body lay dead; which in Frank’s case was well over twenty-four hours. The longer the body lay dormant, the less of its humanity it retained. He seriously doubted that I would be safe if I ran into Frank.

Frank recoiled in disgust, his bowels desperate to evacuate. He lunged towards the door, but staggered and fell, his feet adhering to the carpet in a coagulated mess of the creatures' excrement. His knee hit one of the things and it thrashed violently. Instinctively, he shot to his feet and leapt for the door again. Again he fell, his fingers scratching frantically at the doorjamb. Something was crawling up his leg inside his trousers. He screamed in abject terror. It was moving up the back of his calf. He kicked his leg to try and dislodge it. It stopped for a moment, and then, as if with stronger resolve, slithered round to his shin and touched his kneecap. Frank lashed at the thing with h

Gabe murmured, unable even to understand what he was saying. With Gabe still staring at her bewildered, Alexa blurted, “It’s the headless horseman.” She sighed at Gabe, who kept staring at her as if she didn’t comprehend a word she said. “You know Death. From the folklore. That’s the dude attacking the pack.” Alexa summarized her knowledge of the supernatural, occult, and folklore as follows: “His name is Abraham Van Brunt. He is a revenant.