Lovecraftian Fiction Novels & Stories

Fledgling BY OCTAVIA BUTLER The late Octavia Butler was a very talented African-American science fiction writer, and this book is an exploration of difference, prejudice and race, with a half-human, half-vampire protagonist who's a genetic experiment and can operate in the daytime. 74. The Dead Travel Fast BY ERIC NUZUM A lighthearted nonfiction jaunt through vampires in fiction, history and the present. 75. The Vampire Archives BY OTTO PENZLER, NEIL GAIMAN, AND KIM NEWMAN It calls itself the most complete volume of vampire tales ever published. Almost a hundred selections — and most valuable, a bibliography that includes about 5,000 novels, short stories and other works. Seventy-five is cle

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

The room was dimly lit by a single candle on the bedside table, casting elongated shadows across the walls. As he scoured the room, his eyes fell upon a leather-bound journal placed haphazardly on the writing desk. It bore no lock or seal, and a sense of curiosity compelled him to open it. The pages were filled with Elton's elegant handwriting, detailing his innermost thoughts and emotions. King Rico began to read, and as he did, the words on the pages revealed a startling truth. Elton had been secretly meeting someone, someone with supernatural abilities who had killed his dear friend Rogers and posed a grave threat to his plans for the werewolf world.

It was a spiritual and divine dragon that roamed the dimensions, then, it crossed the worlds, taking with it vengeful souls, that roamed other worlds, the decision was between the Shizuko’s that were only as guides of the passages of the infernal realms, in each one of the levels, they were the ones who welcomed the others, after Zariel left them, the aka end dragon. So, Tsuki was there, on a day off, waiting for details about the investigation of another time, in which a series of deaths occurred around each of the five states of the United States, a psychopath and prolific serial killer roamed those states, being known as the youngest serial killer of the 21st centuries. Now. Human world.

The steam swirled around us, the heat was suffocating, and the pleasure was blinding. I leaned forward, biting the nape of her neck, licking the water off her skin. She reached back, her nails digging into my ass, urging me deeper, harder, faster. "Cum inside me again," she begged. "Fill me up with your cousin juice. Make me pregnant, Alex." The dirty talk, the absolute taboo of it, snapped the last thread of my sanity. The idea of breeding her, of leaving a permanent mark of our sin, sent me over the edge.

He said, and this only added to Alice's confusion of why he could say those words so easily to a stranger. Devon reached for her fingers, which she was fiddling and intertwined hers with his. Alice couldn’t help but bite her lips as her heart hammered in her chest. The tingling feeling she always felt when they touched was increasing. “We Lycan have only one person they love throughout their life. That person is called their mate”

he cried. I felt Lorenzo's shoulders shake as I stood there immobile. I shut my eyes tightly as I tried to stop my heart from sinking back in the mud. Two years ago, I was dreaming of this. Lorenzo, crying in my shoulders, apologizing and regretting all the d*mn things he did to me. Two freaking years ago, I imagined him crying his eyes out while confessing to me how much he loved me. It seemed to be just wishful thinking, but now that it was happening, those dreams had already vanished and I was no longer asking for it anymore.

Emily's heart quickened as she realized she was in the presence of a revered elder, a keeper of ancient knowledge. The elder's voice was a melodic whisper that seemed to echo through the depths of Emily's soul. They spoke of the prophecies that foretold the coming of a chosen one, a bridge between worlds that possessed the power to reshape the destiny of both humans and werewolves. With bated breath, Emily listened intently as the elder unraveled the tapestry of history, recounting legends of ancient battles, forbidden romances, and the delicate balance between light and darkness. It was a tale of love and sacrifice, of the choices that defined the fate of their kind.

he threatens. “Hahahaha!” Anna laughs. “But you cannot do that. Mate.” She emphasized the last word deliberately to taunt him even further. “If you do that, the pain you will feel will nearly kill you,” she reminds him. “When a Lycan’s mate dies, the Lycan becomes a shell. They live an empty and hollow existence which ruins their will to live. Slowly, they also die out and that is the end for them. Your love for power is too strong, Lavi Costa. If you lose the will to live, you will never be able to get the throne! And without my name, you cannot even reject me. Either way, you cannot kill me.”

“According to Lucifer, demons have been disappearing from the lower rungs of the circles of hell. Most of them have the powers that the creature I killed several days ago and your…date.” Her expression blanks as she peruses the sheet. “I don’t know what most of these creatures are. What’s an incubus?” My lip quirks. “They are male lust demons. They can entice their prey and heighten sexual desire.” Her eyes snap up to mine, and all color drains from her face. “I think…I think my date…” she mutters distastefully. “…might have been an incubus. I mean, he touched me, and I felt…things.”