Lesbian Horror Novels & Stories

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.

Psychology says that a great number of lesbians have developed homosexual desires as a regression to the earlier stages of development. There are two common models of lesbianism. If a girl experiences the company of another girl or girls more than that with a boy, she may possibly become a lesbian. On the other hand, if a girl, by whatever reasons, happened to hate a boy or boys, she may become a lesbian. In fact, lesbianism can be derived from uncommon attachment to a girl or from hatred to boys. The physical reasons include sexual disabilities of different kinds.

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. ~*~

Wes said, placing his fingertip on the print, “we can do Scandinavian vampires, which is also showing again tomorrow. Or, we can do Canadian zombies. Looks like this is the only showing we can swing for zombies.” “I vote Canadian zombies. I’m curious to see if they actually eat anyone or if they are just too nice about it,” Adam offered. “Seconded,” Sidney said. “After that, we are definitely going to the one about the haunted sex toy shop,” Wes continued. Sidney opened her mouth to speak. “Silence,” Wes said, lifting his hand into the air. “We’re going. And that gets us to the late showing. We can do an homage to Giallo or a documentary on sleep paralysis. I won’t vote since I’m enforcing t

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.

“When you were poisoned with purple loosestrife, I was told that it has weakened your female body. In worst case, you can be infertile. If you’re fortunate, you’ll only have difficulty bearing a child.” Infertility… Difficulty bearing a child… Kaliyah felt a chill inside her chest. She trembled, as fear overwhelmed her being. “I thought Allison only intended to knock me out to win that tournament and be Fenris’ Luna. Was this actually her plan in the very first place? To make me a forever useless she-wolf?” Ruan fist’s crumpled as he watched Kaliyah’s pale face. Even her lips were shaking. “Was that the name of the person who dared to harm you?” he asked, his voice was deep and firm.

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.