Lovecraft Country Book の小説・ストーリー

He truly hated his country with every fiber of his being. Wren didn’t move from his position. His eyes stayed clenched shut. The fur on his shoulders twitched. Jackson hated this. Kia would’ve been crawling into his lap and insisting on scratches behind her ears. Hell, even Margaret had asked for some affection as a wolf from time to time.

Gavin replied with a shrug. Leila finally found her voice. “You love me?” Gavin stepped closer to her, knelt in front of her chair like they were the only two people in the room. “Yes. I love you. And I do not care what it costs me.” It was ridiculous. It was the kind of scene that belonged in a badly written romantic movie but God help her, she was melting. Right then, she forgot all about Adele and the baby and their messed up life and all she could think of was Gavin Hasters proclaiming his love for her.

Damien said and grabbed my neck with his left claw. His claw dig deep into my flesh and I could feel the blood oozing out, I felt like my life was being sucked away from me. Alpha Damien threw me across the room and I landed on the floor with a rib-cracking sound. I scrambled to my feet and picked up a stick. “Stay away from me and we can pretend this never happened,” I warned Alpha Damien. “You must be a bigger fool than your father, Raven. If you think you are ever going to get out of here, then you lie. Your corpse will be the only thing leaving this room.” Damien said and lunged himself forward.

Soon she was at her destination, it was an underground library, with more books than the one upstairs. "Vincula." She whispered in Latin, books came off the shelf going to her, gracefully. Lilith took them from the sky, placing them on the table in front of her. They were in Latin, luckily. Looking over them she found, the book, that could explain everything. She opened it and began reading. Bonds: Celestial & Demonic By: Omar Bernard -

After resting for a while, they walked around and saw a bookstore which they both agreed to enter. She was reading the back of Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen when Jacob asked her. “What do you say let’s read horror books? Like the ones we watched today?” “Eh? I’m scared. You go read first, then give me a summary, then I’ll decide. Haha!” “Roger!” as he picked The Dunwich Horror and Others by H.P. Lovecraft and IT by Stephen King. They finished book shopping, it was around three in the afternoon when Jacob invited her to go somewhere else.

Seeing titles like 'Minerals and Gemstones' and 'Animals of the Sahara', I knew I was in the science section. I had to search three more sections: languages, music, and mathematics, before I finally found the section that housed the books on the supernatural. At first, all the books I see are about werewolves. Walking further down the row, the topics change from werewolves to vampires to witches. At the very end of the row, in a small section, nearly invisible unless you are looking for it, stand the books about lycans. I decide to start with trying to find what ingredients may have been used in the sedative Clay gave me.

Little did I know, the spark was about to become a raging inferno, courtesy of something far beyond the mortal realm. It started on a rainy Friday night. I’d come home exhausted from a long week, my blouse clinging to my skin from the downpour outside. I kicked off my heels, letting them thud against the hardwood floor, and poured myself a glass of merlot. The apartment felt emptier than usual; my last girlfriend had left months ago, citing my “workaholic tendencies” as the reason. Truth be told, I missed the warmth of a body next to mine, the soft curves and whispered promises in the dark. To distract myself, I rummaged through the old box of junk in my closet— relics from my rebellious pha

As I cleaned, my eyes caught a drawing on the table, it was in a book,I couldn't see it clearly because it was half opened but it looked beautiful. My brain was telling me to go back to my work and leave there quickly but my curious eyes and fingers wouldn't listen. I placed my hands on the book and opened it slowly as I could. My eyes most popped out of its socket as it took in the drawing in front of me. It was a drawing of a little girl, her hair flying with the wind as she stared longingly at the royal villa. It was beautiful and it had me wondering if it was drawn by Jafar. If it was, then he is such a good artist.

– His eyes look at Mia deeply, those are the eyes of a lovesick man. Immanuel Kant - a German philosopher once said: "Beauty is not in the rosy cheeks of a young woman but in the eyes of the beholder" Probably so! Love makes everything more beautiful, or the pink color of life only exists in the eyes of those in love. Wondering if Malcolm's sincere feelings have touched Mia's heart? Has Mia been moved by this vampire?

I haven’t been attracted to anyone else ever since. I would love nothing more than to be able to openly embrace her and carelessly love her in front of any one and every one but life just isn’t always that easy. We risk so much with this bond. A vampire and werewolf bond is just unthinkable and both of our families would no doubt kill us.