Lovecraftian Fiction Novels & Stories

Her neck had a love bite that was big and dark and it was a big spot. A frown popped up on her forehead and she narrowed her eyes, grabbing her powder from her bag and began to apply the power on her neck. Slowly covering the hickey on her neck, she pulled her hair to cover the spot on her neck. The silence in the room was so awkward she didn’t know what to say, “I will go get you coffee”. Lora said and walked out of the office.

“What do you mean? Did you know about this? Is this why you fell.” Rafael shakes his head, “No, I didn’t know about this.” Lucifer narrows his eyes, “But you knew about something else?” Rafael puffs out a breath and nods, “Soon after Michael’s fall, The Creator asked me to spy on several ruling deities. He said that he had received word of an uprising and wanted to make sure that it wouldn’t affect heaven. At first, I didn’t think much of it. I did as was asked until I began to notice that some of the deities were getting executed soon after I’d share intel on them. You know that the Pantheons had accords they had to follow or be brought forth for treason. Apparently, The Creator executed th

That she was just tricked by the Yamato's team. Well, though the truth transpired it was too late now, Clench never regretted to be with her in death. Well, it seems that it was already written on the book of life, where the love story they once built and was broken into pieces, reconnected again, between the tragic of Love and Death.

"Okay... okay, honey, now... how about we start the story?" I looked at the moreno and then to Loren, it was sweet, it was warm and cozy. "Yes!! Asra is here, now you can start." As soon as Loren said these words, Callisto took a deep breath and passed one of the pages as he began to read. "There was once in a world long forgotten, the love that spawned the seed for the whole multiverse; the name of that love was Aether, the name given to the romance that arose between eternity and chaos."

With every step, she embraced the extraordinary nature of her existence, fueled by the eternal flame of love that burned within her heart. And so, Isabella and Giovanni continued to traverse the intricate landscape of their shared destiny, their love story intertwining with the tapestry of their world. Together, they unraveled the mysteries of their extraordinary bond, leaving an indelible mark upon the werewolf kingdom and forever altering the course of their intertwined lives.

, sweating out her youth, in which she became young again. Lovecraft's city was a magical wonderland, full of tall spiers and bright lights, it lurked among the misty tall buildings, the gargoyles that were fighting the other winged monsters that formerly adorned the buildings, in which they came by air. it was filled with the sweet scent of enchanted flowers, and the sound of laughter echoed through the streets. When the A****n was cornered, almost defeated, when she tried at that time to fight back against the other witch who invested in her direction.

“It isn’t human.” Lucian’s entire body went still. “…What?” Gabriel’s crimson eyes gleamed. “I’ve studied many creatures, but I’ve never seen blood like his. It carries something… ancient.” “Ancient?” Gabriel nodded. “Something powerful, something beyond mortality.” His voice dropped lower. “Something divine.” Lucian’s voice came out quiet, almost dangerous. “Explain.” Gabriel studied him, then slowly began to recite: "Born of mortal flesh but cursed by fate, the blood of the forsaken shall awaken the ancients. A heart torn between light and darkness shall decide the fate of the immortal. If claimed by love, the dawn shall rise. If stolen by force, the world shall drown in eternal night."

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?

The foliage has begun reclaiming sidewalks and parking lots, even poking through the street’s asphalt. But not here. Nothing grows here. “I grew up reading a lot of classic horror, Stephen King, H. P. Lovecraft, especially,” Father Ward says. “Dad did, too. He was a different sort of pastor. A little more relaxed. Anyway, there’s a scrap of poetry by Lovecraft. Goes something like this . . . ” Father Ward closes his eyes and with a thoughtful expression recites: The Thing, they whisper, wears a silken mask Of yellow, whose queer folds appear to hide

“Sa piling kasi ng mahal nila, doon nila nahahanap ang kanilang sarili.” “Ah…” “Blue…” “Hmm…” “May tanong pa ako sa’yo.” “Inatake na naman ang curiosity mo. Ako naman ang magtatanong sa’yo. Kung isasapeikula ang buhay natin, ano kaya ang magiging genre?” “Hmm… Romance?” “Mali.” “Eh ano?” “Horror. Ikaw ba naman may kasamang sleepwalker na tumatawa na parang mangkukulam gabi-gabi.”