Lovecraft Novels & Stories

Eros Draeger My name is Eros, Eros Chaz Draeger, and I am an incubus. I take the life force from humans during the act of sex, and my master, the devil, takes a portion of it from me during sleep from the rune tattoo I have on my back. It can take the complete life force from any mortal who lays eyes upon it so I have to be cautious or leave a string of dead humans in my wake.

Disgusting at first but she began to get used to it and enjoy it. Darkness crept onto her heart, she learned too fast and was soon on her friend’s witch level after a hundred years. Her love, Aldric's ritual , was slow but going well. His body was stitched together and sank into a liquid substance made out of crushed bones, serpent venom, and blood harvested under the lunar eclipse. A black lotus floated at the surface—rare and deadly—acting as the tether between his soul and flesh. Each night, Zoraya sat beside the bubbling vat, whispering memories of him into the void, hoping his soul could still hear her.

“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”.

He points to Professor Rodry’s writings on the massive chalkboard as he summarizes ‘soul-siphoning and harvesting’. “At number one are Liches. Creatures that trap souls using soul cages, keeping and storing them for several purposes, like consumption, bargaining. The number two is vampires. Legends have it that the vampires of old used blood to bind the souls of their loved ones who are tired of roaming the world and needed to rest for a few years,” The professor orates. “Finally, the most powerful Incubi, like the Vel Morin, can trap and ward off souls that are trapped in Velthra; a plane of existence where only the Vel Morin can navigate while conscious.”

It was a spiritual and divine dragon that roamed the dimensions, then, it crossed the worlds, taking with it vengeful souls, that roamed other worlds, the decision was between the Shizuko’s that were only as guides of the passages of the infernal realms, in each one of the levels, they were the ones who welcomed the others, after Zariel left them, the aka end dragon. So, Tsuki was there, on a day off, waiting for details about the investigation of another time, in which a series of deaths occurred around each of the five states of the United States, a psychopath and prolific serial killer roamed those states, being known as the youngest serial killer of the 21st centuries. Now. Human world.

wrapping around her like a "Shield-Standard." The kiss was the "Universal-Dividend." It was the "Interest" on ten years of "Quiet-Devotion." It was a "Somatic-Exchange" that bypassed "Logic" and went straight to the "Marrow." As they merged, the "Violet-Spring" outside surged, the indigo light flooding the library in a "High-Frequency-Bloom." They weren't just two lovers; they were the "Biological-Covenant" that held the "Natural-Sombra" in check.

" Thank the heavens, she wouldn't touch the seer at least that was a relief. In between her and the seer was a wide table of short legs. Which seemed Older than the hag. Annabelle looks at the large uncovered pot placed on roaring flames which are sourced by burning woods. From it, emanated thick white smoke of horrible smell. perhaps this was what gave the cottage its odour. Different colour liquids are sampled on a shelf whose legs were partly eaten by termites. " Was the supposed seer a witch? or maybe sorcerer". " Love and Revenge plays a major role in your destiny" The woman pauses " They are in a constant struggle for power in writing your future" She adds. Annabelle's skin tingles an

It's an endless stream of merriment. This creature was elegant, the aura around him loudly spoke royalty. The love in his eyes seems to be stronger than any story I had heard of love potion's power. The waves of the tender love I felt protruding from him was stronger than my little tender heart that had never in real time experience love.

Ken looked confused. “Wait, bloodline?” he asked. “It’s like soulmates, but for vampires. It’s a deep connection that draws you toward each other. You feel it now. “What humans call `raw love,’ we call `bloodline.’” “So that’s your excuse for why you stay?” he asked. She grabbed his cheeks again.

The Book of Sacred Magic of Abramelin the Mage was filled with weird double-talk, esoteric terms, confusing graphics, and yawn-inducing florid language, but the name was there—as was his invocation. Calach, “the milky backed”, a minor legionnaire of the infernal forces. The creature was apparently connected to a larger entity in the form of Ariton, one of the eight Princes of Hell. This royalty was associated with dominion over water and took direction from the North, whatever that meant. Calach was used to invoke hexes on enemies and love charms on unwilling women. Hexes and love charms. That had possibilities, if it wasn’t all crap.