Lovecraftian Novels & Stories

Turning to Giovanni, Isabella mustered the courage to pose her question once more, her voice trembling with uncertainty. "Giovanni, did I... Did I just have intimate relations with a wild creature, with a wolf, and not a human?" Giovanni's gaze softened as he met Isabella's fearful eyes. After a brief pause, he nodded slowly, acknowledging the truth. "Yes, Isabella. The creature you encountered, the one we shared that intimate connection with, was indeed a werewolf."

“But… why would they let someone like him attend?” Carmen’s voice lowered. “Because the sacred ceremony doesn’t discriminate. It’s ancient magic. All supernatural creatures are allowed, from witches, werewolves, vampires, seers, shifters… anyone whose bloodline ties them to the moon in some way. And Lucian Drake... he may be cursed, but he still carries power from the old ways. He can walk freely into that place.” I felt my heart start to pound. “So he could try to get to me…I mean the child of prophecy there.”

It was a spiritual and divine dragon that roamed the dimensions, then, it crossed the worlds, taking with it vengeful souls, that roamed other worlds, the decision was between the Shizuko’s that were only as guides of the passages of the infernal realms, in each one of the levels, they were the ones who welcomed the others, after Zariel left them, the aka end dragon. So, Tsuki was there, on a day off, waiting for details about the investigation of another time, in which a series of deaths occurred around each of the five states of the United States, a psychopath and prolific serial killer roamed those states, being known as the youngest serial killer of the 21st centuries. Now. Human world.

A witch that wanted a vampire, the vampire that caused the rift. I was tempted to go back out to the woods to him, I had hoped getting distance would help. I guess it didn’t matter how far I was from him, I wanted him. I just needed to stay away from him, over time, he’ll just be a brief memory. A wonderful memory… I nearly jumped a foot in the air when I heard a knock at my door. I walked over to answer it. Calous stood there with a bundle of wildflowers. “What are you doing here this late at night?”

They shook hands as if a deal had been made. Seraphina giggles again, shaking her head as she turns to pay attention to what Mr. Cartwright has to say. Kieran stares at her for a long time, still smiling and feeling satisfied. Then Mr. Cartwright starts, "He is Lucien Hades, our next target. But mind you, unlike our past targets, he is a bit tricky and very cunning. He is not an ordinary person. He is one of the supernatural kind. A lycanthrope."

He looked down at the sobbing Luna with a cold, detached revulsion. "Love?" Romani’s voice was a low, mercurial thrum that made the broken glass on the floor rattle. "You call that grab the act of a lover? It was the act of a thief trying to reclaim stolen property. If he loved her, he would have bowed to the bond that chose her. If he loved her, he would have realized he was never worthy of even breathing the same air as a Lycan’s mate."

He threw his hands up in the air, pacing the length of the balcony like a caged wolf. "I froze like a raw recruit. I stood there staring at the gold flecks in her eyes like a starved animal. I’m a warlord! I have bled in the dirt for centuries, Lucian. I have executed rogue alphas and survived the shadow-wars. And right now, I am losing my absolute grip over a twenty-two-year-old girl who smells like rosemary and sweet yeast. She’s practically a child in our ledger! A mortal, gentle little witch who belongs in a quiet glen, not tucked under the shadow of a brutal killer like me. I shouldn't be looking at her. I shouldn't be wanting to drag her into my quarters and lock the door. It’s wrong,

She turned around only to see no one was there. What just happened? Her Lyaofyn, Mara asked. A Lyaofyn was a word in Xiafionica they used to describe was half Lycan which was a creature who had the chance to decide if they wanted to turn into a wolf or Lycan, this creature could change between both species at any time. Lilith- I don't know. It was as if someone was in the shower with us. Mara- Maybe it was just our imagination.

Further upon asking about its source, middle aged couple informed us that infected young girl was their younger daughter while her name was name Mariana, Mariana was one beautiful young girl who turned Seventeen year earlier that week and her secret long time lover Adrian proposed Marian for marriage but she declined his proposal and made fun of him in front on her entire family and friend because he was a hunchback young man, she also mentioned that she was simply using his love for her selfish motive, Adrian was a Taylor by profession he used to run a small yet very popular garment shop in their town while Mariana used to get her gowns designed from her without paying him a dime. Humiliate

“I believe destined mates started as one being, a long time ago, before nature split us apart for whatever reason. That there is something inside of you that craves and searches for it until the two are ready to be united. Vampires believe in kindreds, or twin flames; it’s a similar idea. We don’t imprint but we can find the other half to our soul, although it’s very rare. We call it Sacrorum, which means coming together as one. I wanted your mother to be that for me, but she sadly never was. Her destined one was a Lychan, despite her bloodline.” The sadness in his voice and the still evident pain of losing my mother in love and life makes me instantly somber. Until this moment I truly never