Lovecraftian Fiction Novels & Stories

Lucian gestured to her. "What are you reading?" Clarissa manages to ask. "It's a fantasy novel, werewolf bond, I never knew this world had a little knowledge about us, " Lucian said with a frown. "Humans like to romanticize everything," Clarissa said. "I can see that" Lucian pointed to the book in his hand. The two had a little awkward laughter. "I'm sorry about earlier, " she said. Lucian knitted his brow at her, " Earlier?" he asked confused.

It was just a tale but he proved it right when he saw my reaction. “Your eyes couldn’t lie. You are so transparent.” he said like he knew me for a very long time. I couldn’t stand him looking at me straight, so I left his eyes first. Then, he talked about the deal. “You are a witch, right? Then make a love potion and steal my brother’s heart.” he proposed. “You are insane.” I told him. I learned nothing about spells, magic and potions. Not even a single one. My mother didn’t introduce me to any form of it. Witchcraft was forbidden and was punishable by death, now and forever.

But now he had spoken about her, for the first time in months, she knew that the one-year anniversary of her death was approaching. Lucine had to contain a smile, obviously that was not the kind of literature he would choose, water-with-sugar novels that contained a strong erotic content. They were nice to pass the time, but at first they caused her enough strangeness, she could not imagine pleasure in having sex, but the heroines of the books always liked it a lot. Also, with those good guys and what they did and how they treated their loved ones, it was instigating even for those who were just reading. A seed of curiosity began to be planted in the mind of Lucine, will be that in real life

Lucas could capture anyone's interest as soon as they heard him speak. Light brown eyes that expressed a tender side to him. Thin lips with a tiny dash of pink. When he holds me, I would feel my pulse racing, and my wolf calmed at his presence although he wasn't my mate. Yet, I wasn't in love with him. And honestly, I don't think I did a good job of faking it. In a fantasy world, waiting for my ideal mate to come and sweep me off my feet would be my first choice. But my grandma told me those types of mates were things of the past. She said I was lucky to even be considered as a prospective bride for someone so important.

ON THE darkest part of Dilim City, bordering the Midnight and Crescent District, the crooked alleys pulsed with noise, vendors shouting over black-market relics, immortals haggling beside glowing potion stalls, and drunken Gwiazdan shifters stumbling from taverns thick with smoke. The place was the filthiest corner of Nacht Territory, a place nobles pretended not to know existed. It was the so-called Wild Niche. Eshnu loved every second of chaos around him. He immediately went into the Wild Niche after the confrontation with Hevian to meet a certain individual.

She whipped her head around the direction of the wind when a large growl beamed near her as a large white and grey coloured wolf engulfed her head, tearing it apart and snatching her soul from its temporary host. "Mother! " Lucia screamed as she woke up abruptly from a profound dream. She was profusely sweating and panting. She held her head as a sharp pain passed her head. She trotted towards her study table grabbing her memoir, shuffling through the pages to find a paper that was half burnt and damaged over time.

Why had ten thousand years passed in the specific particular way of two beings who knew a thing about each other and had agreed without discussion to treat the knowing as not-knowing. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "Because love that cannot be freely chosen," Lucifer said, and his voice had the specific authority of someone who had learned this specific thing through the specific cost of learning it, "is not love at all." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> The words moved through Raphael with the quality of his healing perception receiving a true thing at full resolution. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

"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

Losing a mate is painful, I lost my mate and just like me, many people including highly ranked werewolves most times refuse to get mated to anyone else which is not an offense. But it is not the same for Alphas and Lycans, and although it is not a serious offense for an Alpha to decide not to get mated again if his fated mate dies, different rules apply for different Packs in this matter but what is certain is that it makes them and their Pack incredibly weak and subtible to attack. In Hunter’s case rather than the lost matebond making him weak, it made him crazy, strong, relentless, savageous, and an emotional blackmailer. It turned him into someone mentally twisted who only sought to cause

Being outside the content of the previous request, he was determined not to move his hand even a little. "Anyway, to invite this genius to come here today is a great blessing for the process of solving the case." Vincent thinks so. *** At the mansion of the Alexander family, one of the four great families of the illustrious land of Elliana - the same family that has always stood against the Celton royal family.