Lesbian Horror Novels & Stories

It was the ghost who latched onto me when the doorway first opened, the one I was responsible for, the one I blamed myself for. Alison. Part of me feared there might be part of her still here. But worse, that the monster she'd become might use this place as a hideout. Meeting up with blood-sucking Alison's echo, now a twisted and black creature influenced by Ameline Benoit, in a dark and creepy underchamber hidden below a vampire lair was the stuff of horror movies. The ones where the heroine dies in the end. I almost yelled at Liam not to go into the side chamber. Wasn't the handsome guy always the first one to bite it? Instead, I shook myself internally and got a freaking grip. Sometimes I

She leaned over and whispered, "You invited his college sweetheart to fuck him this weekend while you're gone?" "Yes, dear," I whispered back. "She's a lesbian. I don't need to worry about her." "If she's lesbian, why she fuck him?" "Rhonda's a lesbian too. We're sex slaves. We need sex. Dawn will fuck him the most. Lucia and Zoe will mostly enjoy each other." Zoe was saying, "Well, you've had your threesome with me since. How did you like it?" "I loved it. Too bad you were pregnant. I felt I had to be gentle with you."

MATHIAS POV I lock the cabin and head toward the intoxicating scent, every fibre of my being is telling me to take my mate, make them mine, never let them go but I need to stop them seeing the wolf I have locked in my basement. I move quietly back toward the lake where I just fought the hybrid, seeing someone leaning down looking at something on the ground...blood. I can hear her heart rate start to rise, she's starting to panic, she has fire engine red hair flowing down her beautiful back stopping just before her luscious ass. She smells like tea tree oil and Lilly. this is it, I finally found her, I want to run to her, take her in my arms and make her and every inch of her body mine, I wan

Hell, it’s already gone. “Still nothing?” I ask, voice low and cold. The kind of quiet that makes everyone stop breathing. Dylan meets my eyes, his face grim. “No trace. It’s like she was never there.” I feel my hands curl into fists. Then we’re not looking hard enough. Before I can speak the words aloud, another warrior steps forward. Young. Nervous. He hesitates just a second too long. “What?” I snap, already on edge. “There… there is a rumor, Alpha,” he stammers. “A lone she-wolf. Seen with a child. Hiding among a distant pack.”

Although part of me is still the rebellious Rebel, I still understand her. Until now, and even after all these years, there are still some alphas that are still going against her, claiming that she’s a vampire more than she is a werewolf. Also, the queen of the werewolves shall be a female alpha, and she used to be an omega line, add to that she is just a half-werewolf - a hybrid. She noticed how much I am appreciating being here, and finding acceptance. She wants to save me from Luther, but not to have me facing all she is facing.

My hands shook as I continued reading, feeling a mix of fear and pity for Atlas. In the journal, Atlas wrote about how he changed into a vampiric lycan during the full moon, becoming stronger than werewolves and vampires combined. He only sought blood and destruction, and he couldn't control it. He wrote about how he had killed his former Luna, Aurora's mother, during one of these episodes. The guilt of his actions had weighed heavily on his conscience ever since.

There was no remorse in his eyes, no pity, nothing. They forced me up the platform and held me up since I couldn't stand, while they wrapped the noose around my neck. "Xithara Asteria Astaseul, you're being put to death today for all your evil actions towards the Pack. You misused your position as Luna and plotted treason. You cheated on me, killed our child, abused your sister and eventually tried to kill her after finding out about her pregnancy. You are a shame to this Pack and we'll pray that someone like you will never be born again." Keith declared and the crowd chanted in support.

Tiana Greene arrives on Lycan Isle with nothing but a suitcase, a scarred past, and a desperate need for work. When she is hired as a maid in the sprawling cliff-side mansion of Ross Lycan – the island’s reclusive billionaire – she expects long hours, strict rules, and silence. What she does not expect is the man himself: cold as the steel in his voice, brutally private, and carrying a shadow in his gaze that keeps everyone at arm’s length. Rumours whisper through the island of former staff fleeing in fear, of Ross’s cruelty, and of the mysteriously vanished brother whose memory haunts the mansion halls. Tiana tries to keep her distance, but every forbidden glance and accidental touch tight

"How did you—" "Because you've been acting differently since yesterday. Pulling away from me, flinching like , I would hurt you. I assumed it was temporary. And Lucas came to me last night asking if Mama was mad at him for keeping their secret." I watched her face carefully. "What did you do after he healed you, Isabella? What research did you do that made you so terrified?" She looked away, shame and fear warring in her expression. "I looked up werewolf mythology. Found stories about human sacrifices and Luna ceremonies and mates being claimed against their will. I thought—I was so sure you were planning to—"

So, I killed him, stashed his phone, and used it to send that murder threat, giving Jacob his opening. Under my conditioning, Jacob was no longer satisfied with torturing animals. He craved human blood, so I gave him the chance, and sure enough, he didn't disappoint me. Jacob's face twisted with mounting terror, and he gasped for air. "Oh, sorry. I almost forgot you are allergic to pollen." I looked at the fresh flowers in the room, stood, and picked up the trash bag. "I guess you rushed out without your meds, right? I'm heading out."