Haunting Their Asses Novels & Stories

| {I ripped the heart out of your sacrifice} {Unholy Communion body of Christ} {I ate the heart I ate the head I ate the miracle} {Like a praying mantis without the prayer} {With only prey} {I called you a hoax in a bottle} {when I vomited you out again} {A jinx, hex, haxan, vexation} {So why am I the one with phantom pain?} | The Ravens amass into one giant monster with a proboscis and begins drilling through. | {Tears of blood, tears of blood} {Will the sadness ever end?} {Tears of blood, tears of blood}

“We move.” Nobody said a word. They just sat there, street dogs, tired and angry, staring into the dark and thinkin’ about how to make a ghost bleed.

Malia As the hours dragged on, the mob slowly began to thin out. The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows through the trees, but some wolves remained—hovering on the edges, eager to witness my punishment if Asher didn’t come. Their eyes burned with hatred and bloodlust, and no matter how much I tried to avoid their stares, I could still feel their judgment pressing down on me like a crushing weight.

Horror filled our features. Our eyes went wide as saucers. Oh sh*t! Sh*t! Sh*t!

As for Jack, he stood some distance away from all of them. Father asked Anne to needle the tip of her index finger and put the dripping blood into a small bowl of water. Father then recited spell after spell, and was greeted by the sect members who repeated the incantation while raising their hands and walking around them. A moment later, Anne felt that her head was hurting terribly. She couldn't help it and screamed out loud. Her eyes began to turn white and blood came out of her nose. Anne looked up and grinned horribly. For a moment Anne's face took on the appearance of a demon, which it wasn't her.

"I mean, my boss is pretty generous. Especially if I do what he wants." After taking another turn per his instruction, they were greeted by a group of werewolves clad in black from head to toe. They lined up across the street, making it unable for their car to pass through without hitting at least a couple of them. And before Ash could even attempt to reverse, another group emerged from the darkness and lined up behind them. We're screwed, Felix thought, suddenly tempted to curl up in his seat and bite his fingernails while rocking himself back and forth.

Alessio… You shameless dung pile. "Alessio's ten feet under. Haven't you heard it's wrong to speak ill of the dead?" That threw him off momentarily as silence gained ground. Then, he barked: "I swear with every drop of blood in me, I'll have your head on a platter. I'll kick your dirty filthy body for the vultures to devour, I'll…"

What an asshole ! He owed me an ass massage for all the fucking speed breakers that he tortured us on with his vampire paced car. Jackass. But a trustworthy one. Just not on roads tho. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

“Come to the Den tomorrow. Do the pup thing. I’ll poke around, see if anyone’s been skulking with your tonka-thyme obsession. But Ashlyn—don’t go hunting ghosts alone. You’re too damn hardheaded to ask for backup, and that’s gonna bite you.” I smirked, sharp and reckless, turning toward the caravan. “If it bites, I’ll rip its throat out,” I tossed over my shoulder, as I walked away. The tonka-and-thyme scent was gone, but its echo lingered, a puzzle wrapped in moonlight, and I’d be damned if I didn’t chase it to the end.

Lucian: The forest reeks of rot tonight. It’s thick in the air—sour, metallic, crawling into my lungs like decay itself has fingers. My mouth is full of blood, but it’s not mine. It never is. I’ve lost count of how many I’ve killed. The creatures come in waves, drawn to the dying wards of Ashwyck like maggots to meat. Things born of shadow and blight. Their eyes glow like coals, their voices a rasping hunger that speaks my name in tongues older than sin.