Lovecraftian Fiction Novels & Stories

Once I told her about Bolton, she didn’t know what to say about it, and neither did I. I really did love Bolton, and I knew it more than ever. I couldn’t want someone this strongly when he did everything in his power to show me how little he desired a life with me. It should mean the opposite, but the reality was, I fell in love with another selfish Lycan. This time, he was also a Vampire and one becoming obsessed with the power my blood held. “So, what do you think?” Cynthia’s voice jolted me back to reality. “Gorgeous! I’m pretty sure you could wear a garbage bag tomorrow and everyone would still fall all over you though.” I smiled at her beauty. She was naturally radiant.

’ I fake a shudder. It’s not all lies. The dead vampires are true enough, but it’s the work of Chrys or his subordinates, rogue vampires murdered in a fashion that mimics the work of a Desecrant—the term we use for those vampires who commit sin beyond what the rest of us deem acceptable, those who don’t just stop at feeding from fellow vampires, but instead go so far as to consume their hearts. It allows them to amass a kind of power that is considered unholy even by us undead monsters of the night.

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.

WARNING: THIS BOOK IS A DARK FANTASY ROMANCE: IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY DARK THEMES SUCH AS ASSAULT, VIOLENCE, TORTURE, DARKER SEXUAL AND EMOTIONAL CONTENT. THIS BOOK MAY NOT BE FOR YOU BUT IF YOU LOVE FANTASY AND ADVENTURE PLEASE GIVE THIS BOOK A CHANCE YOU WON'T BE DISAPPOINTED.

"I hope so as well," Amara said. "What do you want to do next? I mean, we already watched two movies. If you want to watch more than we can but do you want to do anything else other than that?" Nicolas said. "I am not sure what I want to do but I don't feel watching TV anymore. I need to discuss what I am going to do next with you. I just can't sit here all day long. I obviously have to work," Amara said.

– His eyes look at Mia deeply, those are the eyes of a lovesick man. Immanuel Kant - a German philosopher once said: "Beauty is not in the rosy cheeks of a young woman but in the eyes of the beholder" Probably so! Love makes everything more beautiful, or the pink color of life only exists in the eyes of those in love. Wondering if Malcolm's sincere feelings have touched Mia's heart? Has Mia been moved by this vampire?

It wasn’t until he was alone in bed, under the blanket with the scent of lavender surrounding him that he realized what the weird yearning in his stomach was. He wanted to be back in Jackson’s room. He was afraid, at the time, but it was the good kind of fear. The kind of fear he’d felt the first time he’d jumped from a tree branch into the river below. He wanted random, gentle physical affection. The kind of touches he hadn’t felt since… His stomach flipped when he remembered some of the physical ‘affection’ he’d gotten once he was older. If you don’t want to do this, you don’t have to. Kia enjoys it, so she does it. She’s not forced to do it.

She giggled to herself, " Yuki was right. A new story has begun. I wonder what color flower they bloomed." Yuki was already by the plum tree situated on the Divine land. The tree that was naked with its flower on the ground a day ago was now blooming again with new flowers. The flowers that bloomed were of a different colors. The tree that always grew white flowers had purple flowers grown in the middle of winter. Yuki was admiring the flowers and the tree, "This color of love seems beautiful yet sad. If only this love could end beautifully..." The purple flowers that were grown had started falling from the tree again.

Larisa wrote down the last line of the poem and shut her jotter. She yearned for Aleric so badly. Her hand reached out and picked up the goblet of red, thick blood, raising it to her lips. Not that she was hungry. She just needed the blood to serve as an aphrodisiac substitute to what she was feeling, to what she wanted. Sex. A copulation of body and soul with her beloved. But that would not be today, nor tomorrow. His journey still had a few days left in it.

Giovanni motioned his head toward the door as he stared down the brute as he walked out. "As for your snide comments earlier, I'm sure you're aware of the recent attacks. My warehouse completely burnt down, and well I'm sure you know about the rest, so I came to make an accord with you," Giovanni breathed out as if he had been holding his breath since he arrived. "I want to join our houses, I want you to marry my only child, my daughter, Annabelle," "You want protection Giovanni Ricci, and you came here to bully me into marrying your offspring, I will think Ricci, I will think," I stood up and buttoned my black suit jacket, watching the defeated look on his face as he motioned the other henc