Lovecraft Novels & Stories

I am hunger itself. You're nothing, Laura said. You're just emptiness. The space between things. And love fills all spaces, Lucian said through their bond. Love conquers all darkness, Dante added. Love defeats even death, Zephyr said. Love forgives even the worst sins, Nikolai finished. Kragoth's scream shattered the mindscape. Her form was breaking apart. Dissolving into nothing. But as she faded, she did something desperate and cruel. She wrapped her dying essence around Elise's soul. Like a poisonous vine.

The air shimmered with faint whispers of souls bound in bloom; every petal was a fragment of his gift to Allistair, a garden grown from devotion and void. Lucifer knelt in the center, summoning the Sanguine Pool, a shallow basin that pulsed with both Chaos and Void, a pool of crimson blood. Twin energies swirling together in forbidden harmony. Its crimson surface shimmered like molten glass, the air humming with power strong enough to unmake lesser beings. He lowered Allistair gently into the pool. The moment his body touched the surface, the blood rippled outward, glowing faintly violet where Void met Chaos. “Allistair…” Lucifer’s voice trembled, low and raw, a whisper torn from something a

Vincent sat back in his chair, looking exhausted, running a hand through his hair, “Evelyn, the contract cannot be broken, but very well, I will show it to you. You need to come to terms that Calous will be your husband, and you will need to do what is asked of you.” He opened a drawer and pulled out a paper, sliding it over to me. I unrolled the paper and read the contract, ‘On the twenty-first day of September, fourteen hundred and eight, Evelyn of the Rose Coven and Calous of the Midnight Coven will marry. Uniting both Covens, to be renamed the Rose Night Coven, under the leadership of Evelyn and Calous. Upon completion of the marriage, former leader Vincent of the Rose Coven will present

In the center, a figure in a black cloak cradled a dying woman. “Forgive me, Lilith…” She saw Lucien Draven and the woman inside this coffin. She heard his broken whisper as he sealed her soul with his own blood, a forbidden ritual of Blood Genesis. Evelyn gasped, collapsing backward. Adrian caught her, panicked. “Eve! What happened? Talk to me!” She looked up at him, eyes wide with terror and heartbreak. “The woman in that coffin… she’s Lilith Draven the first vampire… and Lucien’s lover.”

Lucifer starts the officiating. “Mating is a union not to be taken lightly, and should only be carried out by two persons who are so deeply in love with each other, that the only choice is to become of one body and one mind.” He continues. “Mating is holy constitution that will bind your souls together for eternity.” Lucifer turns to Lucas and asks him, “Lucas Caine, Prince of the Underworld, do you take Avalon St Leger, Princess of St Leger to be your blood bound mate, to walk this world for eternity as one being and to hold her dear to your heart.”

It took almost two weeks for him to resurface. I used this time of separation from my lover to study and research as much as I could about vampires. I ran across a statement that stuck in my head and just kept playing over and over. God makes and loves all things and all creatures. It’s man who decides what’s evil and what’s not. It was so true. Sure, the vampires that attacked me and my group of muggers were bad, but so were the muggers. There are good and bad in all species. I knew in my heart of hearts that Duncan was good. If the truth was to be known; even if he was bad, it was too late. I’d already fallen in love with him.

— Through the Looking Glass, and What Alice Found There Lewis Carroll “The Thing, they whisper, wears a silken mask Of yellow, whose queer folds appear to hide A face not of this earth, though none dares ask just what those features are, which bulge inside.” — H. P. Lovecraft

back in the days when having prissy epithets was fashionable in Hell. “Sounds endearing.” I opened the red leather-bound volume, reading aloud: “In recente tymes, Mortal propoganda hast highly tarnished our image in the Human Wyrld. In remedie to this dyre situation, I have insofar penned a detayled account on the origyn, nature, and dyversite of Hellekind. Shouldst thou need work, cohabyt, or othyrwise interact with Mortsalkynd, this wunderfyl volume will prove peerless in smoothyng relations betweenst thou and thy Human companions. Be they literate- let them read; be they uneducated- let them hear. The wyse words withyn this volume will qwell all Mortal fears, be-est thou of good inte

And she's surprised when the lock suddenly opens in front of her. She saw an old book inside the vault. A dusty and black old book. Her curiosity becomes even stronger. She took the book and sit on the dusty chair. She opens the pages of the book and started to read its content. "Damien died because of her beloved woman who cheated him on their wedding day. Everyone thought that he really died but actually, he didn't die. He only falls into a deep sleep. And he will rise again once he can drink the blood of a young woman. A special person that has three different kinds of blood inside her body," she stops to read for a moment to catch her breath and then continue.

sex life. The moon goddess really knows what she is doing when she ties up the mate bonds. As time passed and I hadn't killed or drained any pack members of their blood they had settled into excepting me as their Luna. As a vampire I didn't sleep sometimes I needed to meditate to bring up my energy but sleep was not something I did however Alex and his wolf needed me nearby to sleep easy so I had created somewhat of a library around our bed. I would read my favourite books by night whilst Alex slept peacefully by my side. I had just had the last of my books sent from my childhood bedroom and had lovingly placed them on the built in shelves Alex had custom made to suit our needs. His bed now