Lovecraftian Horror Novels นิยาย & เรื่องราว

And find out if there was any way to fix it. As she drove, Caitlin thought again of the rare books she had found in her library. Most of all, she that of that one rare volume, and its torn page. She thought of its ancient ceremony, the one in Latin, with its cure for vampirism. She wondered again if it was real. Was that just passed down from folklore? An old wives’ tale?

Even though Friedrich Hans Ingo could not control himself, when he repeatedly stated that for him it was as if he had cast a glance into the aristocrat's interior, it was when they entered the restaurant, his eyes that were tired from the journey showed an exalted gleam, that ghostly blue. The large luxurious estate of Yang Chen City is the well-lit city of Ya Jie Yu, one of the supernatural and Chinese cities and colony of Lovecraft County, the supernatural and pleasure city, surrounded by evil creatures. Always whose nights, when from 8 o'clock at night, if they do not have protection, they are chased and killed by giant monsters, dark creatures, specters that play the violin and attract t

We stood in front of it. "Do you know what this painting is about? He asked me. "No, Ana did not know the meaning," I answered. "She would not. There are a handful of people who know about the story that is still alive." "This is Lycan Agnar. His story is the most known story of a Lycan mating with a human. There were only four documented since the beginning of time, as this was a rare case." "Now, let's start from the beginning, The first Lycan that was mated with a human female was Isaac. Since it had never happened before, he tried to mark her as his, but immediately he bit her. She lost herself."

Flipping to the first page she skimmed the text. 'Vampiric entities exist in cultures across the world. Hysteria follows the legends of these phantoms, causing mass burnings and hangings of suspected vampires. Every culture has its own lore regarding vampires. These malevolent spirits would contaminate the living by biting them and drinking their life force to sustain their own.' This gave Layla pause as she remembered Atreus' elongated canines. She chewed her lip softly as she read on.

I couldn’t see anyone. “A bad dream,” I said as a sob erupted from my lips. I couldn’t hear it, nor the words. But I felt them. In the marrow of my bones, right along with a fear that whispered of nightmares. I licked my lips and tasted blood. Eyes without any light in them stared at me. My husband’s eyes. He’s gone, the nightmare whispered. It sent a soul-shattering ache through every inch of me. I couldn’t handle it. I needed more numbness.

The next morning, when he was woken up by the new god, they went to eat, take a bath, then Kurayami brought him back to earth, towards his cave, Tsuki Miki was half lying in a chair in front of the computer, he had enough Kurayami's genetic material that the new god hadn't taken all of it from inside him, from morning sex; Tsuki Miki was doing some experiments, which oddly enough, the DNA of Kurayami himself who seemed to be a god again and many other alien DNA coquettes. As for these, they were derived from these like Martians, but everything was harmful, especially for omegas which mostly would cause their instant death... In Lovecraft County, Dark-Dragon worked full time on the wave of ph

"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.

Somewhere, he could still hear the waves although he could only see blackness where the sea should be. Looking down, Jon saw that the light from the library was still on. Jon wondered about his client's nocturnal habits and whether he would need to adjust his work hours as well to match his client's. Suddenly, Jon saw something move from the corner of his eye. It seemed to have come from the library window, but he could not be sure. Just as he was convincing himself that he was just too sleepy and conjuring images out of nothing, he saw a black creature move across the wall of the mansion like a giant lizard. The light from the library window barely caught it. Jon barely suppressed a cry whe

Helen looked concerned at that comment, but said nothing. My shame and humiliation at my confession of wantonness was far more overwhelming than I’d imagined it would be. It appeared the prudence of the eighteenth century had infiltrated into my twenty-first century thought process. Helen eased my discomfort by explaining that vampires not only had the ability to glamour their victims into doing their bidding, but she suspected my wanton behavior was a result of some form of aphrodisiac being slipped into my drink. The only puzzling factor was that I hadn’t taken a drink in my chambers. If I’d been slipped anything in my drink, it would have had to have been given to me in my mead at dinn

His heart ached and his blood boiled. "Such a beautiful man," the vampire groaned. "My favorite. I never should have left him out of my sight. Too bold. He burned with passion and curiosity. Like Pandora, he could not resist temptation. And then you and this whore killed him." "We did! I beat his head to a pulp. He was the first cockroach I crushed. Unchain me, and I'll scrape you from my boot."