Lovecraft Country Book の小説・ストーリー

Before opening it, as if knowing already that this was going to take some time, she’d backed up until she sank into one of those high-backed chairs. The book was clearly old, so she’d had to turn the pages slowly to keep from ripping them. A couple of those pages were written completely in Greek, which she found only a bit odd, and she wondered what else could surprise her in this place. Her mother had tried to teach her to read in Greek. But Penn hadn’t thought it was necessary, so the lessons hadn’t gotten very far. Names that appeared early on in the book were familiar as she remembered her mother telling her the story of the lycan origination when she was just a little girl. But as she c

Maybe with Phoebe, we’ll be able to unravel the mysteries around this. Waking side by side, we went into her room. Picking up the book, it ignited with a golden glow, pages opening on its own. “What sort of book is this?” I muttered to myself, scrutinizing it. Thankfully, Hayley wasn’t in the room, giving us time to read it. The book talked about creatures that existed before werewolves such as vampires, fox spirit, fairies and the rest. Phoebe seemed more invested in fox spirits, her fingers traced the intricate drawings, her gaze never leaving. Following her line of sight, I saw the drawing of a fox with nine tails, its eyes ignited with a violet glow, looking so divine and magnificent. “V

Even though Friedrich Hans Ingo could not control himself, when he repeatedly stated that for him it was as if he had cast a glance into the aristocrat's interior, it was when they entered the restaurant, his eyes that were tired from the journey showed an exalted gleam, that ghostly blue. The large luxurious estate of Yang Chen City is the well-lit city of Ya Jie Yu, one of the supernatural and Chinese cities and colony of Lovecraft County, the supernatural and pleasure city, surrounded by evil creatures. Always whose nights, when from 8 o'clock at night, if they do not have protection, they are chased and killed by giant monsters, dark creatures, specters that play the violin and attract t

Ruben ask Based on Ruben's sigil he is actually from the house Bake-kujira, home for witches and warlocks. "Yes, it is true. The house has been abandoned for centuries. So, it's normal for people to believe that it is haunted," Earth answered. As abandoned as it may seem. I actually met someone in my House library. To tell you the truth, I still don't know the name of my house, and I am just calling it House of Library as there are actually tons of books but unfortunately not all of the books are accessible as of the moment so it ruins the purpose of it that's why I am out here looking for the answer" he explained.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR “Knife-edge desire, nerves strung tight, fiery flashes of spirit…” These are the books of Silvia Liam, a writer from the quiet snowy village of Krasnoznamensk, where she lives with her husband and two children. All around are the grey skies and dark forests that create the melancholy atmosphere in which her dark tales are born. Silvia’s worlds are inhabited by dark wizards and necromancers, the dead arise, phantoms scream and mysterious horsemen ride on scarlet-hooved steeds. True love alone, spiced with light peppery humor, is capable of enduring the trials of the darkest abyss of shadow. The cycle “Overlords of the Undead” by Silvia Liam became a bestseller in Russia and i

She could not bring herself to do anything except hate Alpha Tony for leaving her, and love him even more because she could not stop. She wanted to know what his new lover was like, the one who had taken her Alpha away from her. Was she prettier, or more attractive? The three days that followed after the called off wedding were a misery for her, a burden to live through in her lonely, private apartment specially designed to keep intruders away. The only one who had ever come here with her to this place was her Alpha, the only man she loved. This place had once brought her peace, but now it brought her memories of Alpha Tony, so much that she thought it carried his thick, wolfish scent that h

“Yes. It was between a vampire and human. His story is not really about adultery. It is all masked, hidden. It’s an allegory. It’s really about us. Our kind. More specifically: it’s about you. Their child. The half breed.” Caitlin felt the world spinning beneath her. The ramifications were overwhelming. She also couldn’t help feeling that the story was repeating itself, that, generations later, she was playing out the same pattern. A forbidden romance. Two races. Her and Caleb. Repeating history once again, following in the footsteps of her ancestors. It made her wonder if lifetime after lifetime just repeated itself, endlessly. They slowly surveyed the room. It was hard to see in the fading

"I'm guessing a few guests will start arriving today. I don't have any, so you have that to worry about." "I already booked some hotels far away from the estate," Lucas says, sipping his coffee. The way he grips the handle of the mug was so tender and sexy that I want to throw the dishes to the side and kiss those tender moist lips. Elegant fingers, hands chorded with veins until mid-forearm. What's wrong with you this morning, Caterina? I scolded myself. I bite my inner lip and cross my legs under the table, feeling the slight dampness of my core against my lace underwear. "Are you sure you don't want to invite any guests from your side of the family?"

Once he is gone, Elthezar closes the door and turns to the book. “What is this?” he whispers. Flipping through the pages, he reads through some of the passages and frowns. “Honey…sprouts…” he scoffs. “This is all nonsense!” He skims through more lines which sound ridiculous to him. “Blood of man is purified when his inner self is calmed with the herbal essence of hyacinths. It soothes the-” Why is Eduard Visserion so interested in this? He wonders. If Mikhael Vadimovna wrote a book which was never published, then there must be some mystery behind it. What was that man hiding?

As he had said, the gym was always empty in the morning, which Ros and I utilised by practising. I was desperate to know what was actually going on with Adonis, what work he had in LA, but then I remembered what LA had—the Trentino Crime Family. I’d gathered that Savana, David’s eldest daughter, was married to Lore. Lore, of all people. The man who was known for being a beast. A lore like his name. How awful must her life be? I moved into the washroom, changed into my usual sports bra and shorts, tied my hair into a high ponytail, and walked back into the room. It was weird how silent everything was. Ros would usually be here before me, but she was running late today.