Lovecraftian Horror Novels Novels & Stories

There was a table. Books stacked on it. Not like the ones I used to see at home. These looked older. Some of them had markings on the covers I didn’t understand. I walked closer. My fingers hovered over one of them before I touched it. The cover felt rough. Worn. I opened it slowly. The pages were filled with symbols. Not letters. Not words I knew. Shapes. Lines. Things that looked like drawings but weren’t. I frowned. “What is this…?” I flipped a page.

Anne looked at Olivia with a hint of anger in her voice, " Enough! You know nothing. You know nothing about this world you live in , there are demons, monsters, witches, whatever you thought were fairy tales, they exist. You want to know what Lucas is? LYCAN! Lucas is a Lycan, is that enough to make you proceed with the experiment?." "L-l-lycantrophy , Lucas is a w-werewolf?!, I-I thought those weren't real?!" She asked, surprised and horrified by Anne's words.. She knew Lycantrophy was only a myth, well, she thought it was, but, Lucas couldn't be one.. Anne smiled, "they are, as real as you and me, but, not to worry, you wouldn't be knowing about that anymore, at least, for now." "What do y

“Bad enough. I’m not sure what’s going on, but thousands of those damn things are sleeping there. And then there’s that large, black one, too . . . ” “What’s he doing?” “Eating a woman’s head. Chewing her cheek off in big bites.” August opened his eyes. “Wish I could take a good painting of this place back to the General. He’d piss himself purple.” A serpent-like hiss resounded through the cavern and the men jumped, even August. He wheeled away from the lip, gladius at the ready, helmet on the floor. Flavius’ voice cracked. “What is this? A new horror?”

It cause the young lady's scalp to numb! “What are they?” She couldn't believe her eyes. She never have any idea about lycans, so this transformation of them cause her heart to dread! They height more than a few inch of her, but they are unsighty. Their eyes glown in red, causing heat to rise and lifted the coldness of the forest!

ON THE darkest part of Dilim City, bordering the Midnight and Crescent District, the crooked alleys pulsed with noise, vendors shouting over black-market relics, immortals haggling beside glowing potion stalls, and drunken Gwiazdan shifters stumbling from taverns thick with smoke. The place was the filthiest corner of Nacht Territory, a place nobles pretended not to know existed. It was the so-called Wild Niche. Eshnu loved every second of chaos around him. He immediately went into the Wild Niche after the confrontation with Hevian to meet a certain individual.

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

Allowing him to go ahead and make the potion. While the doctors had found a connection between human and Lycan bodies like ours, they didn’t understand the Lycan as much as the traditional physicians. If anything was wrong with her Lycan wolf, he would have identified it faster than the normal doctors that would focus on checking the human body first before our Lycan wolf. Miles came in as the physician was leaving. “Lady Martha seems to know something and she asked me to give her some time to study a certain book,”

After resting for a while, they walked around and saw a bookstore which they both agreed to enter. She was reading the back of Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen when Jacob asked her. “What do you say let’s read horror books? Like the ones we watched today?” “Eh? I’m scared. You go read first, then give me a summary, then I’ll decide. Haha!” “Roger!” as he picked The Dunwich Horror and Others by H.P. Lovecraft and IT by Stephen King. They finished book shopping, it was around three in the afternoon when Jacob invited her to go somewhere else.

Nothing would make sense to anyone else. Lucifer, Belial, love, hate, war, blood, suicide, death, burning, hope, just a lot of random shit to be honestly, but everything links. I love Lucifer, and somehow I love Belial, but I hate them both, and the war is coming, and already there has been blood, death and destruction. Burning to death and suicide, my only ways free of this life. "You are not safe alone until he comes back." I don't bother looking up hearing Belial's words.

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.