Lovecraft Country Book Novels & Stories

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 stood from the bed, my nightie falling above my knees, grabbing the glass of Bourbon and pouring some in the glass. "You think that after that conference people will forget about what happened in Mexico and what's happening to your father right now?" Lucas scoffed from my bed, shook his head and stood to open the balcony window. The cold air entered the room and immediately, my nipples hardened. Lucas took something out of his pocket. I realized that it was a pack of cigarettes. He took a stick with his lips and fished for a lighter from the same pocket. "Do you mind?" I could only shrug. So he lit it and blew the smoke away from the room and towards the cold air of the night.

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.

_ #Last Entry I flip open through the rest of the page and realize that there are no newer entries save for the flower sketches that seemed to run from the beginning to the very last page. Mother used to say, clues are found in the middle of parables, they are found where you least expect them. My head seems to be in a whirling tornado as I try to process what I have just read. Someone is out there killing innocent Lycans and according to the book, it all dates back to a forbidden love story and somehow I, Lilac Hirav-Aspen, have been roped into all of this. Who said a human cannot fit into the supernal? They were certainly right.

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.

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.

“Do not stop Gavin. Trust me, I want you” And that was all that broke the ice. Gavin swiftly reached to the hem of her clothes and lifted it over her head, she took the hint and removed the remaining piece of clothing on her body. Gavin hitched a breath as he took in her body, he drank her beauty and his voice was filled with passion as he said, “Leila Baker, you are beautiful”. He positioned himself between her legs and plunged into her urgency, she cried out and he cupped his hand over her mouth, “Shush darling, let’s not wake the neighbors”.

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.

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.