Lovecraftian Novels & Stories

Peterson concluded. Lucian's grin widened, a sinister gleam dancing in his eyes. "That sounds like the symphony of total annihilation. Yet, my friend, you are mistaken. It won't be solely vampires and werewolves united in this battle. The witches, too, have aligned themselves with our cause. Eric Damian is destined to meet his end, and with it, I shall reclaim the love of my life," Lucian proclaimed, his voice resolute and tinged with an unyielding determination.

The field, full of different flowers and the snow falling on top, made it look like everything was a scene straight from a romance movie. It was a short peck that lasted for seconds and Joseph pulled away. But, he could not meet the other's eyes. Joseph was looking at the plum tree while Theodore was admiring the locket. It had a carving of a person who was half-demon and half-angel. The demon in the locket was pink in color, while the angel was maroon in color. He couldn't believe it. It was such a beautiful locket. He hugged Joseph, "This is such a pretty locket. Did you make it yourself?" "Yes, I did make it. And it signifies our friendship. I tried to make it as beautiful as I could. I h

May the gods forbid because if she gets defiled before marriage, I will strangle her with my bare hands* Lucian ❣️❣️ tip&share

That's not what you should be focused on now Lucian, get a grip. He shook his head, snapping out of the trance such a small action had the power to put him under. He huffed already exhausted with the back and forth, "that was a barghest. A creature of the underworld that's comes to the human world only to take supernaturals to the underworld, more like a guide to the underworld." He drawled like he had rehearsed the speech a million times and didn't just see the barghest real life for the first time in his life. A chuckle. A snicker. And then a full blown row of laughter as she heaved over her knees, letting spills of laughter echo round the room, if she only knew she was laughing at her pro

"Rise, immortal. What a sweet lycan you've created. Yes? But you're still a slob because you failed to tell me your name." He winced, realizing he wasn't doing himself any favors in the eyes of the mother of the Dark Creature. As politely as he could, he revealed, "I-I am Darwin of the secret order." "Ah! Good, I understand you're a member of the lycan's Secret Order. Yes?" Alicia made an observation. "It's a beautiful order, but it's lethal. It's from Redberg, right? Amid the Cold mountain ranges, a place of death, great famine, plague, and war existed. Yet, witches are revered by the locals as sacred beings because of their cold mystical properties and long history of magical enchantment,

He doesn't know how it will happen but he could perceive the end. Lucifer and Lilith turned their backs at them and like they walked into nothingness, they vanished from sight infinitesimally. Cain was well aware Clancy knew what he was doing, he couldn't take his eyes off what he just created, an abomination he has been avoiding. Every creatures in the hidden world created or born from separate genetic variations are referred to as abominations but Clancy is the total amount of the title. He's the main abomination that created the title itself.

"She will fuck you as you put it. Just wait." Chasm gasped as Rhylent slipped into his body a little deeper. The alien's sense tentacle used measured strokes to banish thoughts from Chasm's head. Rhylent was so willing to give to Chasm. He used slick heated oil and precise touches to bring Chasm's climax just a little closer. He licked his lips, thinking about the warrior's taste, and his body hummed with need, abandon, and bliss.

She looked unsure of what was happening and hesitantly brought her hand up and wrapped her fingers around his index finger. Brett pulled them back and turned his palm over to examine what he wrote on it. He looked back and Sapphire and pushed his lips out, forming a small sad face. “Sorry, Sapphire. It’s Statue of Liberty for today.” “What?” Sapphire asked and pulled his hand to examine what he wrote.. On the index finger was written ‘S’ and on the middle, one was written ‘L’.

The room was dimly lit by a single candle on the bedside table, casting elongated shadows across the walls. As he scoured the room, his eyes fell upon a leather-bound journal placed haphazardly on the writing desk. It bore no lock or seal, and a sense of curiosity compelled him to open it. The pages were filled with Elton's elegant handwriting, detailing his innermost thoughts and emotions. King Rico began to read, and as he did, the words on the pages revealed a startling truth. Elton had been secretly meeting someone, someone with supernatural abilities who had killed his dear friend Rogers and posed a grave threat to his plans for the werewolf world.

"And how are you going to be your best version? I mean, what do you see in your best version? Is she a mean girl? If yes then don't be it. You don't have to act tough to be your best version, I promise." "It's not. Let me tell you my vision of how I want to be. I will walk into a room like I own it. I will say thank you to everyone for the tiniest help. I will thank the waiter/waitress for bringing me food. I will thank the driver for driving me to my destination. I will thank my assistant for bringing me my documents. I will praise everyone for their efforts. I will smile when I want. I will stay true to myself. I don't have to appear mysterious or cold to be unapproachable. I don't have to