Lesbian Horror Novels & Stories

I whispered, my palms bleeding onto the glass. “Find the monster,” the Goddess murmured, her tone turning into a velvet threat. “The Lycan isn't a myth. He is the true match I kept in reserve while you played house with a boy. He is the heat that will burn Vance’s mark into ash. But he won't come for a broken Luna waiting for permission to exist. He only shows up for a Queen who has already taken her throne.” “I have to submit to a monster because you botched the first choice?” I spat, the words tasting like copper.

Her words are cold and dripping with sin. I shake my head, pleading, “Please let them go!” Each and every scream tears through me like shards of poisoned glass. I see fear and horror in Nana’s eyes as the flames claim her, I see little Marlene crying for help that never comes and I breathe in the smell of Hayden’s charred skin. No, please no! The woman’s laughter is filled with nothing but hatred. “Alisa….my succubus, come to me.” She turns her head around to face me and I scream.’

Though wolfsbane is toxic to werewolves, its rare use as an aphrodisiac for lycans was not well-known. Clara was surprised but reacted quickly. "I don't know! How would I know what kind of reasons it could be used for?" "This kind of reason?" Leah pursed her lips, looking between them before throwing the glass on the bed as if in disgust. She looked accusatorily at her husband and Clara. "What are you trying to say?" "I..." Clara gritted her teeth in annoyance. As if feeling anxious, Leah shook her by the arms. "Just say it!"

I asked, horrified at the way they described my relationship with Devin. Amy was painted as this lycan seductress and me, this helpless, foolish woman who just rolled over for him. "It gets worse," Eason said, grimacing as he changed the screen and navigated to another page. This one was even more chilling. It bore the unmistakable mark of the Anti-Lycan Terrorist Group known as the Blood Moon, notorious for their attacks on lycans within werewolf territories.

I nodded; I could understand the situation from the werewolves’ perspective. For them, the situation was black and white when it came to the survival of the species, perhaps because they were one of the species most affected when near-extinction occurred. But seeing Liv talking to me openly about the subject made me realize that the fear had dissipated. “But you’re openly a lesbian, and I think that’s great,” I said without hesitation. She smiled genuinely. “Let’s just say I’m not a lesbian,” she said, and I frowned. “I can be with men and women without hesitation.”

She's got moonglow tits that bob in night waters, perfect round globes like curled-up white rabbits with black peaks of areola and gray nipples because she's all poison and ebony eyes and milky skin. She's curled up in my closet in a nest fit for the Zu bird and sweet seraph curses and she crows and speaks the language of birds that are girls, or girls that are monsters, with scaled legs and owl wings from ancient Sumerian carvings, but she's not perched on two lions, her thin wan legs are jumping on your bed and you're throwing pillows at each other and painting her lips and talons with a pop of cherry poison. It's all fun and games until arsenic kisses and slashed throats of words fly, it'

I guess the pressure got to her the most, and the more Rosie danced around, the angrier Susan got, yelling at her to keep still. Harper was slowly losing her heart. I think there was more bad stuff going on for her at home, including an argument about her mom moving out. April joined the team not because she wanted to. We begged her to join, but now there was too much pressure. Too serious in a way that it was no fun anymore. And me? Well, I felt as if I was watching a horror movie where the characters were doing something stupid, and I was powerless to stop them. ~*~

"You can kill me even though I've done no wrong to you but I beg of you, leave my unborn child out of this" " So you actually think I would wait for months to kill you because of an abomination? ",I spat at her. " My child isn't an abomination! ", She shouted at me " That thing isn't human and you have the guts to say it isn't an abomination? What exactly is it then, a taboo? " She looked shocked and confused," Who exactly are you? " " I'm your worst nightmare. I would end the existence of all your kind and that of your husband", I told her.

I slipped into my room, locked the door, and yanked the curtains shut until the room was dim and secret. My hands shook as I pulled my favorite dildo from the nightstand—the thick, veiny eight-inch one I’d only ever used thinking about girls like her. I shoved my shorts and panties down in one motion, kicked them away, and fell back onto the bed, legs spread wide. I opened my laptop, clicked straight to my favorite lesbian video—the one with the girl getting a massage and a proper fucking after. The moans filled the room. I didn’t even bother with foreplay. I rubbed my swollen clit in fast, desperate circles, then slid two fingers deep into my dripping hole, pumping them while I watched the

"You can hear her?" Loreen let out a short, sharp laugh. She stood up and waved her hand as if she were swatting a fly. "I can hear your wolf when she speaks loudly enough. Do not worry. I cannot break your bond." She is no witch, Sombra growled. The wolf jumped onto the table and started walking toward the vampire. Her fur was standing up on her neck. "Witch, magician. It is all the same thing," Loreen said. "Only your pride makes you see a difference, Lycan Queen."