Lovecraft Novels & Stories

"How would you describe it?" "Unbearable," Liam breathed out, and Joan swallowed. She finally raised brown eyes to look at him, and Liam was the one who swallowed those times. The heavy had turned heavy between them, and Joan had to clear her throat and look away before she got lost in his eyes. "It was unbearable for him. When she had read the grimoire they had found, she had read that most lycan could go crazy if they didn't mark their mate or they lost their mate. Many lycans in the past had gone insane and Rogue after getting rejected by their mate. But Liam was of royal blood, and this gave him more leverage than normal lycan. They were stronger and could withstand things like this for

And if he chose to act the same way as her first lover, she would be broken again, hate him and ruin the memory. Or she would not like the person he truly was, and it would ruin the mystery he created. The piece of fabric would stop being so special, and the memory of him saving her would become disgusting to her. Or what if he was already fated to another female werewolf, or even having a Luna? She did not want another Luna to go through what Alpha Tony had done to her.

The room filled with a blinding light, and I shielded my eyes. When the glow subsided, I blinked, staring at the pages before we held open in Uncle Lucifer’s hands. The pages were filled with symbols, diagrams, and cryptic text. Millie stepped closer, as I stayed close to her. “What does the book say?” she asked looking at the large leather book. Lucifer’s eyes glowed with an otherworldly purple light as he read aloud: “The Cult of Draconis Cor.” Uncle Lucifer said in a low rumbling growl.

Two, He was really a Mafia and he was close enough to have his book in the library of Ricardo's country house. I didn't know which one I would have preferred. I sank into the chair, my mind racing as I flipped open the book. “12th January 2022- Ricardo and I went to see his family's tomb.” That was the first thing I read, the confusion that washed over me was almost overwhelming. Were they friends? I thought my father worked for them, like Marco and Co. but he referred to him here as Ricardo and they went to see his family's tomb. How does that work?

I approached the pedestal, heart racing, while Damien stood a few paces behind me, his expression unreadable. I hesitated, then reached out and opened the tome. The pages were filled with intricate symbols, archaic text, and sketches of creatures that defied explanation. As I skimmed the pages, I began to piece together a narrative of balance and chaos—a tale of an order that had sought to harness the raw forces of creation and destruction. The text spoke of a “Chosen Vessel,” a being who would carry the mark of the Forsaken and become a conduit for ancient power. It described a ritual of transformation, a dangerous process that could either elevate a mortal to near-divine status or condemn

The garden was love. The light was love. The love was everything. And it was. For the ordinary. For the vast. For the space between. The story was not a story. It was. Every day. In every breath. In every presence. The cursed wolf was love. The light was love. Love was the reason. And it was. In the quiet. In the ordinary. In the vast. Always. The manor was love. The garden was love. The light was love. The love was everything.

He immediately reached down and took Darcy's headless body and an abomination stepped forward and handed him a large glass cup. Lihont took a sharp dagger and stabbed it deep into Darcy’s chest, right where her heart was. He held the glass cup under the wound and watched as the dark blood filled the cup to the brim. The blood was glowing with a faint light because of her connection to Corin and that was the reason Lihont chose to use her as his energy source. Once the cup was full, Lihont handed the bloody dagger back to one of the abominations. “The energy source is ready and may my Lord grace me with his presence. Humzwrita kreatior magdilopa!” Lihont held the glass of blood high towards t

“I believe destined mates started as one being, a long time ago, before nature split us apart for whatever reason. That there is something inside of you that craves and searches for it until the two are ready to be united. Vampires believe in kindreds, or twin flames; it’s a similar idea. We don’t imprint but we can find the other half to our soul, although it’s very rare. We call it Sacrorum, which means coming together as one. I wanted your mother to be that for me, but she sadly never was. Her destined one was a Lychan, despite her bloodline.” The sadness in his voice and the still evident pain of losing my mother in love and life makes me instantly somber. Until this moment I truly never

The creature leaned towards her , it's decayed rotten tongue swiped at her cheeks , down to her neckline, leaving some worms crawling on it. "Such beautiful skin! so young and firm, it belongs to me!! " it screeched in a terrifying raspy voice. It's decayed bony fingers wounded tight around her neck . All at once her once fair skin turned dark rotten .She fell to the ground dead. Her eyes were wide , live worms now crawling out and feasting on it. The creature's bony and decayed fingers were immediately covered with young flesh. Six more hunts and it would be fine .

Hope not! She found that dad had been avoiding her .He couldn’t look up at her.What action was he going to take?She had no means to contact her partner in crime.Was that a crime?NO,she had heard dad hint many times that it was natural for humans to seek their mates once they acquired biological eligibility for the same.Well so it was neither required nor sane for any adult human to control their passions.Men were born savage like any other animals they had similar instincts with the only difference that they could put on pretence.What was the need of all this struggle?Her interior was all storming up with the after effect of her first intercourse with ……well she felt shy to pronounce his na