Lovecraft Country Book の小説・ストーリー

The paper fell away, revealing an old leather-bound volume, its cover embossed with faded gold lettering in a language that looked like a mix of Latin and something far older. “Tah — Rituals of the Eternal Flame and Flesh.” A sex god. Not just any fertility deity — a lost god of desire, ecstasy, and carnal dominion. The dealer’s notes had been vague, but the title alone sent heat rushing through me. I opened the book carefully. The pages were thick vellum, illuminated with intricate drawings of a towering male figure with glowing eyes, surrounded by writhing bodies in states of rapturous abandon. As I turned the first page, a faint warmth spread through the room. The watching feeling returne

Vampires and werewolves are creatures that have been regarded as myths, but they do exist in the small country of Bedel. The vampires and werewolves have been lifetime enemies, they hated each other guts and wouldn't waste a chance to snap each other's neck when the opportunity arises.

She didn't feel at all uneasy in his presence. "Mine's a long story. Six years ago I fell hopelessly in love with a young girl I met at a bar. She was a waiter there. Her name’s Aria. We got married after a whirlwind romance. She was very poor and lived with her alcoholic father who tortured her for money. My parents hated her. They thought that she married me for money. They tortured her every minute of her stay here. She was just eighteen and used to cry every day because of them," said Laurence, his eyes filling up at the memory.

Tamara smile and entered the portal which closed. Taloc went back to his seat, using his magic to lift out an old worn out book titled : Breaking the Mate connection. He had found the book at the courtyard of the Druids after killing them all. Some of its pages has torn and burnt but it was still readable. Whoever wrote it, possibly the one who had broken his Mate bond with his first soulmate, didn't know when it fell off from his or her hands. He opened the few pages that was remaining and stopped when he got to a page.

Naya Hart If you just finished reading this, let's say a prayer together. Oh Lord, forgive me for I have sinned. 🙏🏽 And honestly? I am not even sorry. If you made it all the way to the end of Forbidden Desires — from Ruin Me Stepfather down to My boyfriend ,y stepbrother, you are built differently and I respect you deeply. 😭🖤 This book was never for the faint of heart. It was for the ones who read with the door locked and the brightness turned all the way down.

I asked. "Well, tell me what they are about?" Hector replied as he stood up and grabbed one of the books off the nightstand. "What about this one?" he asked, holding up Alec, the Lycan King, who was my ultimate love. I took a breath as my face flushed before I began explaining the book as quickly as possible. "Umm, it's basically 50 Shades of Gray meets Twilight," I sighed as I shrugged my shoulders. Hector looked at me perplexed; it was obvious that he was not understanding what I was saying.

Human food is incredible! "This is amazing!" "I know right? Look at you. Oh my gosh. You are wiggling in your seat. I love it! Do you come here often?" "It is honestly my first time coming here. I'm a little new to the area." "You found a bomb place! I've been coming here longer than I have worked here. Ooh! H.P Lovecraft? Seriously! He's one of my favorites!" She squeals and picks up the book. "I've just started reading, and already I love it."

Anything that could give him answers. He stopped in the mythology and local folklore section. His eyes were drawn to an old, worn-looking book with a cover made of untitled leather. As if a magnet were pulling his hand, he reached for it. The book opened by itself to a certain page. The illustration there made his blood freeze. It was a drawing of a handsome man with eyes shining like a predator, standing over a pile of corpses, with a dark, horned shadow shape stretching out behind him. Below the image was one word in ancient script that he somehow knew how to read: MORAT.

Curious, I picked it and read the words written on the hard cover; ‘Lobo’ was the single word that was inscribed into the thick cover. I opened the first page and saw that it was written in foreign language. I glanced at Sir Nich, he was engrossed in whatever he was writing. I returned my attention to the hand-drawn, black ink pictures in the book. They were of some kind of beast. The beast that I saw looked like a giant wolf and the artist had put extra effort in drawing their deathly eyes. There were several writings on the page. ‘Only if I could understand this,’ I thought. The book had caught my interest. I was so indulged in the drawing of the creatures that I hadn’t noticed Sir Nich wa

Only, now my regret outweighs the love I can so clearly hear in his voice—not because the regret has grown, nor because his love has diminished, but because now fear has joined the tumult of emotions. I do prefer to read memoirs and miscellaneous academic texts for which I have little to no context. Only, I always thought that was a quirk all my own. It was a Favilla trait, in my mind. I cast my mind back to Aura’s flat. There weren’t many books. I never considered what she might have liked to read. I only know that, once I’d settled enough in my immortality, once I was comfortable enough spending Canus’s money, once I filled my shelves with my preferred books, they were in the majority thos