Lovecraft Graphic Novels & Stories

Nora asks startled "Lovergirl! It is only sweet at the beginning, you better shine your eyes and don't get swept away by the flood" she smirks her tongue irritably at Nora who mocks her in return "Beef this much? Better go and text Richard, Tito, Dino, or what is that your albino dude's name?" Tade snaps quickly "He is a white Liberian, not an albino! Get the difference"

Their love story was one for the ages, a testament to the power of connection and creativity. As they hugged, Akira whispered, "I'll paint our love story forever." Taro smiled, knowing their love would be a masterpiece. *The Wedding* Their wedding was a beautiful blend of traditional and modern elements. Akira's art studio was transformed into a stunning venue, filled with flowers, candles, and her vibrant paintings. Taro's colleagues and Akira's friends gathered to celebrate their love. As Akira walked down the aisle, Taro's eyes sparkled with happiness. They exchanged vows, promising to love and support each other through life's joys and challenges.

’ I fake a shudder. It’s not all lies. The dead vampires are true enough, but it’s the work of Chrys or his subordinates, rogue vampires murdered in a fashion that mimics the work of a Desecrant—the term we use for those vampires who commit sin beyond what the rest of us deem acceptable, those who don’t just stop at feeding from fellow vampires, but instead go so far as to consume their hearts. It allows them to amass a kind of power that is considered unholy even by us undead monsters of the night.

"Look at the wall carvings behind the pedestal. Those aren't structural runes. They’re historical logs." Lyra stepped closer to the obsidian column, using her glove to wipe away centuries of grime from a series of high-relief stone carvings. The murals depicted thousands of human and Lycan figures kneeling in terror before a colossal, multi-limbed entity rising from a desert storm. The entity possessed three distinct eyes shaped like crescent moons, and from its open maw, a river of dark fluid poured into the earth, mutating the wolves who drank it into the very obsidian beasts they had fought in the palace.

There is a clear white area around the wolf and where the white part goes, the dark tendrils curve around it, not touching the white. “Tell me, Kataleya, what do you think this depicts?” she asks, looking up at me. I frown, “Enrique, and he’s in danger,” I say softly. “Yes, Enrique surrounded by a darkness that looks familiar, doesn’t it?” she asks. I frown, looking down at it. “The Crawlers…” I whisper, feeling suddenly cold. “And what are these crawlers doing?” “They’re drowning Enrique- consuming him.” She nods. “And what is in the centre of this image?” she asks.

“Aside from the joy of making me smaller.” Lucian didn’t answer immediately. He crossed to the wall and pulled down a roll of linen. When he unwrapped it, I saw a brass disk—green with age—etched with a spiral and a ring of lettering that refused to be English. “Crowe collects patterns,” he said. “A vampiric signature that trips the lines like thunder? He’ll claim it’s an aberration, then he’ll call it his.” “Mark me,” I said flatly.

Might as well have some fun. “Okay, so how about you be a gentleman and let me light one with whatever magic you used.” This chick has a mouth. I almost smirk. I turn around and blink a few times when I realize it’s Lilith. Fuck me. She looks a lot hotter up close. She has just enough makeup to make her features stick out. Her eyes are so blue they remind me of sapphires. And her mouth is in a pout that makes me want to claim it for my own. And that body, I want to know what it tastes like.

she whispered. "What!" My hand trace to the place where I was feeling the itch. "Right here?" I ask her, craning my neck to see it even though I know I can't. "Right there" she affirms. "Pull of your cloth Sarafina" she said, I obey and pull of my clothe, a loud gasp escape her lips. "What?" I ask her. "They have a star shaped symbol at the hollow of their backs" she muttered and hold my hand to my back, she then use my finger to trace a star drawing.

Even if it was cursed it was their love in the end. Their Cursed Love. ____________________________________ THE END Hope you guys loved the story. Thanks for all the support and love. Don't forget to follow me on I* guys it's mirah_selim for my upcoming stories information. Till the next story adios

I asked, keeping my voice low and dark. She nodded slowly, her tentative fingers reaching out to take the book back. I let her, releasing her waist just enough to let her turn the heavy parchment pages. She flipped through several chapters until she reached a highlighted section near the back, pointing a slender finger at a crude hand-drawn illustration before thrusting the book up toward my face. I tilted my head, scanning through the dense, archaic lines of text. blue Lotus. Ancient Lycan potion.