Lovecraftian Novels & Stories

Checking it I found it was him and he had sent me a file. Opening the file I went through everything he had sent and I was stunned. There was no picture though. The program didn't use pictures to safeguard the identity of these werewolves and lycans as much as they could. Karica Wakins; mated to Xynathius Warvine with an off-the-chart Liastronse level. That girl was a lottery ticket. Thanks to our informant we also knew she possessed a red aura, my master would be extremely pleased with the finding.

The rest of Lee’s paper: Legend has it that the first lycan was named Vakatow, meaning "Origin" in the ancient tongue. Vakatow's creation was a manifestation of Selene's intense emotion, a sculpture carved from the very essence of her being. With a heart filled with love, she breathed life into Vakatow, and he emerged as a humanoid wolf figure, the epitome of elegance and power. This connection to Selene's emotions made the lycans the favored species, the inheritors of her divine legacy.

Emily asked. “They were the ones who messed up. I have no idea what led them there but that crypt holds the soul of Rayne’s nemesis, a Vampire-werewolf hybrid named Kai. Now, this guy is literally the devil reincarnated. He is a very dangerous and bloodthirsty killer. Chances are that based on his vampire blood lust he definitely killed them all and is the one responsible for the killings happening in Crestwood right now,” Ryan explained but by now Derek had had enough. “Look dude, we’ve got school. We can’t sit here and listen to your fables,” Derek stated dryly.

Yet, as soon as her eyes shut, a haunting image invaded the darkness behind her eyelids. In the void of her closed eyes, a pair of dark brown eyes flashed, she can never forget the look, he looked different, and he looked vicious. If there was any expression was reflecting in his eyes then it was LUST, only Lust. It’s been an hour; Aurora stood under the water, trying to wash away all the bad memories from mind, but every time she closed her eyes all she can see his lustful gaze roaming all around her naked body and nothing. Those eyes she can’t remove from her fucking brain as if it got written permanently inside her brain. The way his gaze roam around her naked body was something she didn’

"Think about it, Lazarus. How else would Lucian have such intimate knowledge of the intricacies of your tunnels?" Lazarus sighed, unsure of how to respond. "I... I don't know," he admitted. "But all of this seems completely far-fetched. A dragon and a Lycan mated? Time travel? Ezra annihilating your entire species? It's absurd! And even if I were to entertain the idea, how did you acquire the power to travel back in time?" Lucian's eyes gleamed with a hint of pride as he spoke. "Visenya is very special," he explained. "She is the divine progeny of the Sun God and the Moon Goddess, making her the most powerful entity in this world. She is a Phoenix."

I answer. “Lover? Her lover was mortal?” “No. A deity like her. More specifically, her lover is - was Void.” “What?!”

“It isn’t human.” Lucian’s entire body went still. “…What?” Gabriel’s crimson eyes gleamed. “I’ve studied many creatures, but I’ve never seen blood like his. It carries something… ancient.” “Ancient?” Gabriel nodded. “Something powerful, something beyond mortality.” His voice dropped lower. “Something divine.” Lucian’s voice came out quiet, almost dangerous. “Explain.” Gabriel studied him, then slowly began to recite: "Born of mortal flesh but cursed by fate, the blood of the forsaken shall awaken the ancients. A heart torn between light and darkness shall decide the fate of the immortal. If claimed by love, the dawn shall rise. If stolen by force, the world shall drown in eternal night."

I am hunger itself. You're nothing, Laura said. You're just emptiness. The space between things. And love fills all spaces, Lucian said through their bond. Love conquers all darkness, Dante added. Love defeats even death, Zephyr said. Love forgives even the worst sins, Nikolai finished. Kragoth's scream shattered the mindscape. Her form was breaking apart. Dissolving into nothing. But as she faded, she did something desperate and cruel. She wrapped her dying essence around Elise's soul. Like a poisonous vine.

And then he bent just enough to whisper in my ear, lips grazing my skin: “Doesn’t mean I am less of a psychopath. Just means I’m yours.” "Did love made you a little cringe?" "If my love for you is the cringe then I am the most cringeist person in the world." We were almost out of the mansion grounds, Lucian’s hand warm and possessive on the small of my back, when we stepped into the parking lot — and, of course, there he was. Caisen. Like clockwork, like some cursed ritual of the universe, leaning lazily against a pillar while Conrad stood cornered between a black SUV and Caisen’s infuriating grin.

“But you will do it on my terms.” Toren’s jaw worked. For a moment, Veronica saw the boy under the rage, the grief under the fury. Then he lowered his gaze, barely. “Yes,” he rasped. “Crimson.” Lucian watched that exchange with interest, as if he were studying a creature he might later dissect. “Sophie is an abomination,” Lucian said, turning his attention back to Toren as if the boy hadn’t finished processing the previous wound. “A hunter turned wolf. Only death can cleanse her now.”