Hellraiser Lyrics Novels & Stories

Lyra’s mind-link screamed into my brain. Searing into my brain, my eyes dashed open, /Dec Quick! Down by the cells!/ before a blood-curdling cry for help followed. Ignoring the cold I sprinted down the stone stairs in just my shirt and shorts, dragging on boots at the bottom of the steps.

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“Off with your head…D-dance-dance-dance 'til you're dead…O-off-off-off with your head…D-dance-dance-dance 'til you're dead….O-off-off-off with your head…… It's close to midnight…And something evil's lurking in the dark…Under the moonlight…You see a sight that almost stops your heart…You try to scream…But terror takes the sound before you make it (Heads will roll, heads will roll)…You start to freeze…As horror looks you right between the eyes…You're paralyzed…… 'Cause this is thriller, thriller night…And no one's gonna save you from the beast about to strike…You know it's thriller, thriller night…You're fighting for your life inside a killer thriller tonight…… Off with your head…D-dance-dance

"End of passion play, crumbling away; I'm your source of self-destruction; Veins that pump with fear, sucking darkest clear; Leading on your death's construction…" "Turn that off! Pleaaasseee…" She screamed. "You don't like the track of our favourite band. That can’t be the case." She could hear the sarcasm in Mike's words who was sitting on the armchair next to the sofa, still holding the drip. He turned the volume up. The characteristic guitar riffs and Hetfield's vocals reminded her of many painful memories. "Master of puppets, I'm pulling your strings; Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams; Blinded by me, you can't see a thing; Just call my name, 'cause I'll hear you scream…"

He pinned her against the headboard, but the music only grew louder, a chorus of siren’s laments that seemed to be exhaled by the very stone walls of the suite. Ayla’s mouth opened, but no scream came out. Instead, a physical resonance shook her frame - a pulse of raw ether that sent a stinging shockwave through Silas’s palms. It smelled of ozone and old, metallic blood. "What is this?" Silas hissed, his face inches from hers. "Who is playing that song?" Ayla’s lips moved, trembling. No sound emerged, but the shape of the word was a jagged blade in the air: Veil.

Where I felt like a crumpled mess, Rayne's gaze was blank as if he had not just kissed the life out of me. I maintain my stubborn stance even though I desperately want to flee from the foreign feelings his touch brings to me. His fingers caress my skin, harshly yet enjoyable. How am I supposed to explain this conflicting feelings. "I have no idea what you are talking about," I said in reply to his earlier statement. My voice shook as I spoke. His gaze darkened for the third time that night and the next things he said was like a confirmation to my delusional palette. "Get down on your knees, Lilith." My name on Rayne's lips right now is like a curse, a testament to my impending doom.

My moans were loud and alluring, a sexual song of the siren within me came forth, like the voice of an angel. Suddenly, a chorus of whispers erupted, echoing off the walls like laughter. "Turn back, vampires," the voices warned. "While you still can." *Is She a Siren?* Lyra asked, watching me kiss Danyel passionately, my hand now in his pants stroking his shaft, as my hips rubbed against his now rock hard cock. He is helpless to stop me nor does he want to. His eyes fixed on mine, his lust rushing to the surface, his needs were great, I desired to pleasure him.

But rest did not bring peace. My dreams twisted into dark visions, shadowy shapes whispering fragmented words, unintelligible murmurs blending with faint sobs. The voices drifted closer, chilling, suffocating. Then, glowing eyes appeared, fiery and malevolent, suspended in the void. They bore into me, piercing through flesh and soul, trapping me in their merciless gaze. Lysandra… Lysandra… Lysandra… I jolted awake, breath torn from my lungs. My eyes snapped open,

Lyra “What is this, what the hell is this, what’s happening to me right now, why am I hearing this, why does it sound so real, why does it sound like him, why does it sound like Damon?” My head was pounding, my chest was hurting, and my whole body was shaking because the sounds weren’t fading, they were getting louder, clearer, filthier, like somebody had turned the volume up just to torture me. “Oh my God yes Damon fuck harder don’t stop please don’t stop I’m cumming Damon I’m cumming I’m cumming so hard I can’t stop oh God Damon!”

The room fills with the sound of Hazel's agonized screams , echoing off the walls and intensifying the sense of dread. Nothing is making sense to Layla as the atmosphere grows oppressive and she is desperate for answers. Meanwhile, Hazel continues to alternate between laughter and crying, her voice echoing throughout the room as she soon whispers, "Friend or foe? friend or foe? friend or foe? UNTIMELY!!!!!!!!" Meanwhile, the psychic's body is still shaking uncontrollably. Sunny lets out a scream of terror, paralyzed by the horrifying scene unfolding before her, as she shouts, Make it stop! " Make it stop! she cried, tears streaming down her face.