Lesbian Horror Novels & Stories

It was an undeniable truth, a topic of whispers and gossips for every lycan in the entire continent—North, West, East or South. Sebastian of Helios is a freak of nature. He shouldn't exist. No werewolf like him should exist. He is sick, twisted, and disgusting. And he laid hands on an already corrupted Veronica. He indulged her madness and faults so she strayed far away towards a path I cannot save her from anymore. Hell, I don’t want to save her any longer. After the wrong she did to me and this entire attempt of crushing my pack. She can rot and die with that new demonic husband of hers. They belong together. Two atrocities intertwined with each other.

I was left stunned at his response and glanced to look at Killian, who was as confused as I was. If he had lived for that long then he should be able to know about the resurrection of the Lordess of destruction. I sighed silently and decided to play along with the cluelessness. “We have an issue…” “The lordess of destruction is back, and it turns out to be their mate,” Salvador spoke up. Tenebris narrowed his sharp, dark eyes and stepped closer, his staff hitting the ground with a loud warning sound with each step he took towards us. “It is surprising that the horror of your mate’s transformation has made you two weak. This is surprising, I never expected the omega girl to hold you down this

Oh well. I tuned her back in. “—I’ll only let you walk away scot-free because of the Blood Moon Party but I swear Maya, the next time you set foot in this pack, you won’t leave unscathed.” “I’m so scared.” I drawled. Lily was just as audacious at her partner, telling me not to return to a pack where I belonged by birth. She wasn’t even a member of Lunagrove pack but I guess she was too livid to remember that.

She'd long been surfing lesbian story and movie sites; and lately, a lesbian BDSM site. She was now deeply involved with the fantasy of being a dominant lesbian, and doing the things to other girls that she had seen in some of the hardcore BDSM and bondage movies she enjoyed. Brenda Hinson chuckled to herself as her energetic daughter dashed by her home office in response to the sound of the front doorbell. 'Easy, kid,' she thought, 'it's gonna be a long afternoon.' She had no idea. Snatching the door open, the dripping girl excitedly said, "Hey Kelly, drop your stuff in my room and come out to the pool with us. Brrrr ...shit, it's feaking cold in here!" Vicki dashed back outside to the pool

A strange gleam flickered in the Sheikh's eyes as he spoke, his deep voice breaking the silence: Shams al-Duhur: In a small town, there once lived a sect of corrupt humans who gathered the innocent and slaughtered them as sacrifices to demons. But the demons betrayed them, killing each one and leaving no bodies behind. Their blood filled a vast pit beneath this very town—a pit dug by the devil himself, which became a lake of human blood, fed daily by the endless violence of wars and accidents. From this curse, Malik was born. The devil claimed to be a soldier on Earth and sent him to fill that lake with blood without end. No human being can stop him or uncover his true nature.

She uses to believe lesbians tends to seek for lustful things though their love looks sincere to each other. However, the truth she just finds out feels like a scene of fictional work. Thus, she responded in careful tone, "Seriously? Your woman is a gold. She doesn't take advantage of you willingly." Skyla flips her fringe and nods in agreement. "Yeah, I agree. As a lesbian, I often hear a case that mentioned female adults trying to rape young girls by certain chances. It's horrible to see that kind of situation," She specifies.

VANCE'S POV WHILE in the last line of what Wena was saying I stepped closer to Clodeth but Quenie preceded me to approach there. Quenie confronted Clodeth and gave her a loud slap. We were all surprised. Oh no, these women are really robbing me of the scene. Come on girls! It's my time to shine! “I’m a lesbian,” Queenie said. "Ten percent of our members in the sorority are lesbians. As our leader, is that what you would say? Is that what we hear from you? How can you lead us well if you hate those like us?"

The car stopped in front of the giant neon sign that blazed: Bunny Moon Club. "The first impression is the most important thing," whispered Karmen as we paid our admission. "So watch what you do, how you walk, what you say. Take medium-sized steps, and try not to smile so much." I took a mental note. Bunny Moon Club was an oasis for dancing-crazed lesbians. The dancing hadn't started yet. They were still serving dinner. We got a booth and ordered three burgers. Elise and I wanted pizza, but Karmen insisted that it would do too much damage to our breath.

“That’s why I’m here.” Elder Marcus’s thin lips pressed into a disapproving line. “The council chamber is no place for a child, regardless of her bloodline.” “I’m not a child.” Sabrina moved to the table, placing her notebook and the ancient texts before her. “I’m the future Luna, and I have concerns about the Harem tradition.” A ripple of murmurs passed through the Elders. Her father’s expression darkened. “This isn’t the time—“ “It’s exactly the time.” Sabrina opened her notebook to the marked page. “In the last twenty years, seventeen men have died in Harem systems across our allied packs. All officially recorded as accidents or honourable duels.”