Lesbian Horror Novels & Stories

“Oh, so you won’t come out? Fine. Then I’ll smash all your d*mn flowers!” He stormed forward and stomped the flowers into pieces. At that moment, I suddenly remembered something Lucas once told me. In horror games, players who refused to participate usually died horribly. Back then, I thought he was just making up stories, but it seemed like maybe I really should’ve believed him. “Sir, wait, don’t–” Before I could finish my sentence, the crushed flowers suddenly regenerated. On top of that, they grew larger and larger until the enormous petals swallowed the man whole. A scream rang out, and then silence fell. All that remained on the ground were two severed limbs and a pool of blood.

The red-haired player was completely panicking, shouting nonstop, "Help me! Hurry!" By the time Silvia and the other girl tried to reach him, it was too late. Ximena's hair turned into sharp blades and pierced through his entire body. He was riddled with holes in an instant. That wig was terrifying! This petite ghost bride was absolutely vicious, chasing Silvia and the short-haired girl all over the room. Meanwhile, I stayed in the coffin, watching the chaos unfold. Suddenly, Silvia stopped and turned to stare straight at Ximena. Ximena's speed began to slow.

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.’

Another man stood between her legs, thrashing into her pussy ravenously. A bevy of lesbian whores fingered and sucked each other, while gay werewolves blew each other to a howling orgasm. A red head on her knee was smashed doggy style, while being deep-throated by a werewolf in front of her. A thin whimper pierced the noise from my left. One of the men buried his face between the thighs of a whore, fingering her slick pussy, and sucking her clit. It's a fucking orgy in here!

Now, she was feeling the aftereffect of her exercise and she was happy for the burn she felt in her limbs. Her jet black hair was tousled as a result of the tossing and turning she did the previous night. She had woken up from a nightmare and for the life of her, she couldn't quite remember what she had dreamt about. Loretta was a succubus, she possessed three entities within her. The first was her dominant trait which was the wolf, the second was her witch traits and the last but not the least was her vampire traits.

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!"

She felt Pam’s resistance to her being there, but attributed it to what had just happened. “Go away,” Pam wailed as she struggled to pull away from Fiana’s touch. She didn’t want to feel anyone’s touch right now, especially Fiana’s. Pam’s time spent with Darryl had raised a deep rooted confusion within her about her own sexuality; something she didn’t even know existed. She’d always attributed the fact that she was apprehensive about admitting to the world that she was a lesbian to the closed mindedness of the society she lived in. After spending those wonderful, carefree days with Darryl, she questioned if that was the real reason. Could it be more? Could it be that she, like so many othe

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