Lesbian Horror Novels & Stories

Dylan was my partner today, and he definitely helped my nerves cool down while Jules went with Dylan's Beta, Carolina. To say the place was spontaneous was an understandment. It had a sparkling queenbee chandelier with small portraits of men. As we went down the short stairs, we saw a lot of people, mostly Lycans, since my wolve could sense it. This party definitely was one big one. The ladies were dressed to impress. The men were dressed their best despite how nervous they female wolves were. They smiled and mingled with other Alphas and betas. "I guess a lot of these females want to be Queen." Dylan stated with a smirk as he looked around the beautiful place.

London wasn’t against receiving a urethral toy, but she had no idea how inserting anything up where she pissed from could feel good. Queenie planned some catchphrases and lines for a self-centred, egoistic queen for the steam. Snow White’s evil stepmother was a perfect icon and reference for what she wanted to be tonight. After finishing up her smoky eye and black liquid lip, London checked her eyeliner. The lights were dimmed, and the neon lamps were changed to purple. If someone told her three years ago that RGB neon lamps were going to be one of her streamer life’s most important investments, London would have laughed it off. However, Queenie became such a hot topic whenever she dressed a

Her voice came out shaky at best but it didn’t crack as she battled to keep her fright under control, knowing her plan could go tragically wrong. She focused on Moon as she slid along the wall. He watched her, seeming to forget everyone else around them. His nostrils flared as he sniffed again and advanced, stalking her. “Easy,” she whispered. “That’s right. I’m female.” One of the Species staggered between them, trying to prevent Moon from reaching her. “Get out of here. He’ll kill you. He’s insane and doesn’t know any of us.” Moon grabbed the male’s shirt, easily tossing him aside, where he landed on his ass.

she whispered, wetting her lips, painfully aware of her pulse coming faster…and faster, roaring like the engine of a train that just kept gaining in speed, shooting down the tracks with no concern for either her safety or her sanity. Please, God, don’t let it be anything weird. Or scary. Or creepy… Torrance took a deep breath, then quietly said, “I know this is going to seem like a strange question, but what do you know about Lycans?” She blinked, not certain she understood. “You mean like in the Underworld movies? The werewolves?” A soft smile touched the corner of the redhead’s mouth. “Yes. That’s one interpretation.” Tourmaline wet her lips again, surprised to find that they felt a little

Selena finds herself ensnared in the relentless grip of the Haze season, a turbulent period that looms like an ominous storm cloud over her existence. At eighteen, she is a virgin—a state that, for a she-wolf, renders the journey of self-discovery both arduous and fraught with tension. The intensity of her experience seems particularly acute, marked by a series of haunting, nocturnal visions. These nightmarish orgies, vivid and unrelenting, have become a grotesque intricate pattern woven into the very fabric of her psyche. Each night, her dreams are invaded by primal, feverish encounters that leave her gasping in the cold sweat of terror and desire. This relentless barrage of nocturnal turmo

She answered, making my eyebrows furrow as I was pretty troubled, and Pryce replied to her, “Not normal… such as...?” And the lesbian doctor, Andrea, pointed her flashlight upside down below her chin and spoke with an eerie, spooky voice, “Anything paranormal… Such as---” I cut her off since I found this activity fascinating when something silly suddenly popped into my head. “What? Vampires? Werewolves? Goblins? Oh, aliens? Fudge, I love to meet one! And zombies!”

“And I suppose that could be true, although it seems to me you could say just as easily that they’re worthless because they revel in exploiting human depravity. Have you seen many of these films, Detective? They’re not only violent, they’re sadistic. Nothing but a parade of bodies being destroyed in every imaginable way. And they’re mostly women’s bodies. You don’t need to be a psychologist to see that they seem more like sick power fantasies than— I don’t know what you’d call it.” “Catharsis?” I offered. She softened a little more, and allowed another wry smile. “You really have been talking to James.” I smiled back. “Then I suppose it’s safe to assume you’re not planning on going to James’

I whipped around, coming face to face with Leah. This was not going to be a heartwarming reunion given the look on her face. Leaned against the entryway to our apartment, arms crossed, and a scowl that would put the mothers of teenage boys to shame, I could only imagine the sight before her. A lycan, a werewolf, and a witch stared back at her, wide eyed and probably more afraid than if we were facing Ammit herself. “Leah,” I choked out. “I… I missed you!”

" said Luna. " Well hoonestly I had no idea werewoves were real until after our date last night. After I saw your eyes and behavior change I knew something was differnt, super natural even. My mother and I are witches. I explained to her what happened and she gave me books to read. They really don't depict you well. Are you really dangerous? The books say you devour humans or animal with no remorse. This isn't what I see when I look at you," Tala blurted out.

“It’s not a forbidden sorcery, brother. Rest assured. It will not stir the order in Erganiv. I will be held responsible if I put this domain in danger. And as for the wolf nation, don’t you think this is the best time to reclaim it?” Lord Azhir hardly shook his head. “They are autonomous for a reason. We don’t meddle with their affair unless the security of Gwiazda is at risk. It’s peaceful in their territory now. Leave them alone.” “As you wish, brother. But the female in my possession will serve me. She is not an Alsacheri but a Lycan.” “If she can replace your mate, do whatever you want.” Drite scoffed. “Remina is irreplaceable.”