Lovecraftian Horror Novels の小説・ストーリー

Kryon pulls the amulet from her neck and crushes the cheap imitation in his hand as he then raises his head to the full moon and lets out an earth-shattering, pain-filled roar… As Kryon lowers his head and leans it once more on Cleo’s forehead, letting the tears slip from his eyes as he whispers. “I love you. My Beloved, Cleo…” Kryon then lifts his head slightly as the same purple-blue ribbon of light surrounds him, and he realises what Witch Hazel was talking about. Lifting his head higher and looking at the full moon, he says in a clear and commanding voice. “Blood God, Absalom Blood Goddess, Akasha

They held the secrets of a person's soul, or so I liked to think. Horrors, mysteries, war stories… a menagerie of genres. Viktor's taste? Or one of the others? My fingers brushed over leather-bound spines, the lettering faded with age. Mythology and Cryptozoology. Lycanthropy. Intriguing. I settled on the couch, the leather cool under me.