Lovecraftian Novels & Stories

I gasped and he nodded. "Yeah they kill the men they sleep with, and then they produce something called a cambion, a half-demon half-mortal child." I shook my head as if to get the thoughts out of my head. "How do you know I'm not supernatural?" I asked and he shrugged. "I trust that you are human. I have this feeling about you," he said scratching the back of his head. "I can smell that you are human," he said through gritted teeth and I could sense his mood changing again.

He sat on the couch as Lilly went to get coffee for both of them. As she went to take coffee in the kitchen, he took a look at the living room. He saw pics of his childhood, school days, college days, pics with friends but he didn't see the pics of her family. He smiled seeing the pics and even thought about her parents but then he let go of that thought and his gaze shifted to the little shelf of books beside the window which shows the little garden. He went through the books and found that she loves to read romantic novel books.

Fleur cries as she turned herself to faced Memphis, but when Memphis tries to get closer to her Fleur step backward that literary gave them all goosebumps by hearing those little rocks falling in the deep sea. "No! p-please, Love. I Love You! I do love you! I need you in my life, No matter how much you hurt me before, I love you, Fleur! Please, stop this! Please!" He cries all his tears trying to convince Fleur to stop what she wants to do. "I won't! I c-can't," She said and take off one hand that holding in the tree branch.

Someone pulled open the drapes, and a ray of sun attacked my eyes. "It's not good to sleep on the floor, ma'am," the person was saying, then began to chatter away, "There's always the possibility you could catch a cold, or worse, your death. As legend has it, Great Grandolf the Pioneer slept on the ground one night and unbeknown to him, a century-old vampire's coffin was buried beneath him. It was said the vampire awakened that night, killing Grandolf in his sleep. He w--" I didn't have time for this. "Why exactly are you here?" I asked the dark-skinned omega, who couldn't have been older than fourteen.

Her neck had a love bite that was big and dark and it was a big spot. A frown popped up on her forehead and she narrowed her eyes, grabbing her powder from her bag and began to apply the power on her neck. Slowly covering the hickey on her neck, she pulled her hair to cover the spot on her neck. The silence in the room was so awkward she didn’t know what to say, “I will go get you coffee”. Lora said and walked out of the office.

The greatest punishment is to be deprived of the beatific vision, and to be immersed in eternal despair. To punish the sinners ruthlessly, to burn them to death then bring them back to life just to burn them again in the darkest pitch black fire, the god of underworld hades who’s other name is LUCAS is in charge of giving torment to the sinners in the most ruthless way, their cries are music to his ears. Who’s presence makes sinners bones shiver, the way the hounds of hell eat out flesh of sinners on his orders, the demons of hells are not less than a puppet in his hands. The most evil and heartless god just to make justice by punishing the evil people of earth after their death.

"I've read some parts of the book. I got to the part where she talked about love. How does it work?" "For the Lycans, love is destined. That is, you are born to be someone's person and they are born to be yours. This is called being mates," she smiles and continues softly. "When you find him, your heart will race and your mind will scream mine. The same will happen to him" "If… If I find him, will he do to me what all the others do? I mean... He'll also see me as a murderer and despised me, be disgusted with me and probably left me for…"

Trembling, the woman reached out to cradle her newborn, whose cries pierced the air, mingling with the tense atmosphere. Footsteps echoed ominously, drawing closer to the room. The door flung open, revealing Lucifer himself. Towering at fifty feet, he bore ten horns upon his seven heads, each adorned with a blasphemous diadem. His likeness was a grotesque amalgamation: leopard-like skin, bear-like feet, and a mouth reminiscent of a lion, its fanged maw stretched wide in a grin that revealed teeth sweeping the floor. A scream of terror tore from the woman's throat, and she collapsed onto the bed, succumbing to the overwhelming horror before her.

She prayed to the Moon to deliver her children from that evil, was in part attended by the Goddess, who had no power to extinguish but softened the karma of her children. As the curse of Zeus was extended to the offspring of Licaon, his sons were born carrying this burden. The eldest son was like his father, had a rude and violent behavior. When he reached the age of sixteen and began to transform, he was able to transmute, when he wanted, into a beastly creature, half man, half wolf. He started walking on two legs and his body was full of fur, he had sharp claws that could tear apart any prey with ease and very sharp teeth, his appetite and fury had no end. This beast came to be known as Ly

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.