Lovecraftian Fiction Novels & Stories

So you're a big Lovecraft fan? - Definitely. A thousand times more Cthulhu than any shining vampire. - She smiled. — I like some fantasy books. Writers like Laurell K. Hamilton and Patricia Briggs, who take ancient legends like vampires and werewolves and bring them to the contemporary world. There's this amazing author called SC Green who wrote these dark steampunk books set in dinosaur-infested Georgian London. My friend Derek referred me. He is always giving me new books to read. He's studying mythology, so he likes that sort of thing. — What is your favorite creature?

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

My laptop screen lit up into the dimness of my dorm room as I typed the same words again and again in the search bar: longing, physical ache, connection, bond, supernatural symptoms. I half expect nonsense, fanfiction, folklore, bullshit paranormal blogs. But the more I read, the more a horrifying pattern emerges. Werewolves, bonds and mates. The words burnt into my eyes like fire. It was simply ridiculous, I mean, I did not even believe in that kind of thing.

“Then prove it. Tell Zara and the camera what a pathetic, cock-starved little toy you are.” “I’m a pathetic cock-starved slut,” I cried out, voice breaking as Zara pinched my clit hard. “I’ve been empty for over a year and it’s driving me insane. Please ruin me with your cock, Axel. Fuck me like the dirty lesbian whore I am while your sister uses my mouth. Tie me down, edge me until I scream, make me squirt all over your dickb– I don’t care anymore. Just please… please shove that big cock inside me and let me cum. I’ll be your perfect little fucktoy. I swear.”

Liora gestures to a seat at her small, round kitchen table, and I settle into it as she sits across from me. “I know this sounds out of the blue,” I begin carefully, “but I’ve been seeing things. Visions. I’ve seen a woman, tall, black hair like ink, eyes the color of fresh blood. And recently, I saw her again, on the edge of my campus, in the real world. I think… I know she’s connected to something dark. Something old. And there was this drawing of a creature in a cave outside of town, where a coven used to practice magic. I think the creature is called a Lycan.”

The Bathory's are vampires! I'm in a cloud cuckoo land! I suspected they had secrets, but I couldn't have imagined for a second that they could be such creatures! My heart accelerates when I read through a passage on tenor fascinating aura. Their innate power of attraction. They are endowed with beauty and charm that you can't resist. Making you weak, at their mercy. This could explain my contradictory attitude towards Lucian.

"Forget the oath, Layla. Imagine the possibilities this opens for us.” I took the book in my hand, wiping away the dust that coated its worn leather cover, at the center lay a faded triangular symbol, the crest of the coven. Layla recoiled, howling a guttural growl. “You did not…” She wheezed in disbelief, but the obvious was as lucid as daylight. “Oh yes, I did.” I chuckled darkly, a cold, hungry expression settling on my face along with a predatory glint in my eye I never knew I was capable of.

I wonder if he remembers any of them. Once we settled down, we started discussing the projects. “So, what have you thought about the project?” He asked. “Well, for urbanisation, I thought it would be great if we take something that no one has covered or most definitely wouldn’t have thought of. I thought we can take up the societies of young authors in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries. We can show the progress of the stories, from oration to manuscripts, and plays too well-established novels.” “It’s a good idea.” He said. “But how do you want to portray the terms of progress in this?”

If he was in love with that ugly man that he chose to cheat on me then, I was never made for him. Too bad the guy he loves is dead and the guy who loves him is now dead too. I pushed him away and he fell on the ground making him arms and legs wounded. I saw blood trickling from his elbows but quickly overlooked it or else I would’ve gone crazy over a single drop of blood falling from his body.

"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…"