Lovecraft Novels & Stories

Stefan’s eyes are unfocused and he nods. “Understood,” he says in a robotic tone. The creature is tempted to tear off Stefan’s throat. Its desire for vengeance coupled with its need to drink blood is starting to overwhelm its senses. It wants to make the scumbag bleed and drink all his blood but it cannot let Stefan Vronsky’s disgusting blood touch its body. “Ugh!” The creature cries. The magic holding its senses will not last long and it will turn into a mindless monster any moment. “You, come here!” The creature growls at Lucianna who is only a few metres away. Lucianna comes out of hiding and bows in front of the creature. She is also in a hypnotic trance, obeying every word of the creatu

The bar lady asked seeing his glass empty. "Please" he said pushing it forward. The reports, once prince, then king Raymondias Vladimir Dracul fell in love with an Omega twin blood named Tala Tamaska, he cleared his throat, its like a dog falling in love with a fruit bat in his eyes, Danté didn't give a damn how strong love is, try screwing a dog whilst your dick is attached to a bat... What does one even call that? Beasteality? Inter species porn? It sickened him.

His erection slid out only to be enveloped again. The sharp pain in his chest caught his attention but only for a second before the bite melted to heat. Rhylent pushed further into his ass and hit the spot Chasm had now learned was his prostate. The gland had his cock shooting as his chest filled with warmth, love, and passion. Chasm started to climax as his heart pounded. All the love he felt became pleasure, but it was more than pleasure. This was flesh and bone but also souls rushing to the rhythm. The erotic intensity was too much, and Chasm thought his heart might burst out of his chest. If that happened, the jagged little pieces would forever become Rhylent's and Norwell's. He would pl

"I've read some parts of the book. I got to the part where she talked about love. How does it work?" "For the Lycans, love is destined. That is, you are born to be someone's person and they are born to be yours. This is called being mates," she smiles and continues softly. "When you find him, your heart will race and your mind will scream mine. The same will happen to him" "If… If I find him, will he do to me what all the others do? I mean... He'll also see me as a murderer and despised me, be disgusted with me and probably left me for…"

Lucinda was super excited as they were finally returning to San Francisco. She was a vampire-werewolf hybrid. Her father Viktor was a vampire who had an illegitimate affair with her mother, Elena who was a prisoner in his coven, the Immortal Fangs. All Lucinda could remember was when their coven was attacked by a werewolf pack and her father in order to save them, he had conjured, using black magic to transport she and her mother back to the human world but before that he had given her a paper that had the address of the secret keeper.

And trust is big in my career, can't risk anything. "Hyland," Came the voice behind two very large brutish men. "Giovanni Ricci," I got up from the chair and extended my hand as I watched the brutes sidestep to reveal this short, stout, bald, overweight man with a horrendous mole on the side of his left cheek. "So, tell me, why did your father, the great Salvatore Moretti, allow your mother to name you Hyland?" He laughed as his belly jiggled and his double chin bounced as he shook my hand.

Countless shelves lined with weathered books and scrolls stretched into the distance, promising untold secrets and forgotten wisdom. They made their way through the labyrinthine aisles, their eyes scanning the titles and searching for any mention of Lycans or black magic. Dust danced in the rays of sunlight that filtered through stained glass windows, lending an ethereal quality to their journey. Finally, they discovered a section dedicated to ancient legends and forbidden knowledge. The books here were wrapped in worn leather, their pages delicate and yellowed with age. Rey's fingers traced the spines until they settled upon a tome titled "The Chronicles of Shadows: Unveiling the Secrets of

She scoured ancient texts and scrolls, searching for any hint of forgotten power or hidden strength. Hours passed, and Lola's eyes burned from reading by candlelight. Just as she was about to give up, she stumbled upon a dusty, leather-bound tome. The title faded, but she could make out the words "Beast of Gévaudan." Her heart raced as she flipped through the pages, reading about an ancient and powerful creature that once terrorized the lands. The spells within promised immense strength and near invincibility, but they also carried dire warnings of the cost.

Her body stiffened, and her eyes widened with shock. “Julie, what’s wrong?” Richard, the male nurse accompanying her, asked with concern. Julie didn’t respond. She ran closer, dropping to her knees beside Elizah’s body. With trembling hands, she removed the cloth covering the girl’s face. In an instant, Julie recoiled, her body trembling violently. “Elizah ....” she whispered in disbelief. “This can’t be.” When Julie tried to embrace her, Elizah screamed in terror. “Aaaah! Monster! Bastard!” she cried, shoving Julie away. Her body twisted wildly, her arms protecting herself as if fighting off a shadow only she could see.

“Because I see the way you look at him. The longing in your eyes. I just want to give you the one thing you’ve always wanted.” My heart thudded in my chest. “How will you do that?” She stretched her hand forward, and a small glass bottle appeared in her palm. I stared at it, frowning. “This,” she said. “It’s not just any love potion. It’s ten times stronger. Designed especially for a Lycan. Their blood resists normal spells and potions, so I created this one just for him. One drop in his drink, and within twenty four hours, he’ll fall for you like never before.”