Lovecraftian Novels & Stories

Liora gestures to a seat at her small, round kitchen table, and I settle into it as she sits across from me. “I know this sounds out of the blue,” I begin carefully, “but I’ve been seeing things. Visions. I’ve seen a woman, tall, black hair like ink, eyes the color of fresh blood. And recently, I saw her again, on the edge of my campus, in the real world. I think… I know she’s connected to something dark. Something old. And there was this drawing of a creature in a cave outside of town, where a coven used to practice magic. I think the creature is called a Lycan.”

With him sitting between her legs, whose penis was thrusting at him and his legs raised, in the heavy air, his legs spread out being watched by monsters around him, meanwhile, in which his arms being trapped holding around him in sheets, at the headboard the bed and the vampire, bending down, sucking and pinching her nipples, where he licked and sucked her neck, kissing her lips and thrusting her pelvis in increasingly brutal motions. His screams and snorts with each thrust, mercilessly hitting his prostate, with each thrust, with each entry and exit, meanwhile, in which the sky of his city shone, an immense moon in Lovecraft County, in which it was still six o'clock in the afternoon, the su

Definitely not a fresh one, must have been there for like days. My eyes darted around the crag and was welcomed by nothing but silence and potions with the majority of them either dispersed on the floor or spilled over the table. I traced the writings engraved on the wall. It's written in the Lycans language and from my little understanding of it, i could tell its meaning to translate as: 'Your love is a powerful antidote. Never try to hate him regardless'. I took closer steps towards the engravement to be sure I translated the words well enough.

How do you think that as possible? “well.. umm.. I don’t know” Amara says to me like a child. I lean back into the couch placing my arm on the backing of the couch. “Amara let me show you something.” I say to her. Getting up from the couch gestor her to follow me. As we head down a hallway and up 2 flights of stair we come to a set of double doors. Pushing them open Amara gasps in awe. “I have never seen a library so big before.” She says in astonishment. We both walk in and close the door behind us. I guide her to a section of the library that holds all the history of all supernatural kinds. As we walk down the aisle I explained to her that at one point we all lived happily amongst each ot

“If the male I am bound to in spirit asks me to reveal what I know, I will lay it bare at his feet. Luckily for your fragile borders, I know absolutely nothing. However, and most importantly, Rowan and I have far too much fun living our lives, conquering new territories, and exploring each other’s wildness to waste a single breath of our nights discussing your irrelevant clan.” Lucian’s composure fractured entirely. He lunged forward, his heavy, scarred hand clamping down around my wrist with an angry, crushing pressure, shaking me slightly as his fangs began to distend. “Love? You foolish little wolf. Do you actually believe a predator like Rowan Ashcroft could ever feel anything resembling

Lucian groaned, rubbing his fingers through his hair. “Who is that and how did she get here?” The woman beside him asked, her eyes piercing into my soul like a hot dagger. Her face carried tears of darkness and evil and I could tell by just looking at her hideous eyes that she’s the witch everyone dreaded. “You call yourself the most powerful witch and yet you can’t see through this ordinary woman and find out who she is huh?” Lucian snapped as he walked towards me. “Well this is my dear brother’s lover. I’m glad you’re here, because we’ll be in need of that bastard you carry inside you..” he laughed, grabbing my arm.

The text beneath it is written in a jagged, archaic script. Tola. The first female lycan. A creature of pure slaughter. The texts say she stands on her hind legs like a man, her jaws dripping with enough venom to rot a coven whole. The humans who wrote these books called her a demon. A bloodthirsty myth. They are not wrong, the voice inside my head whispers again, closer this time. It feels like cold water pouring down my spine. Though the humans lack the vocabulary for true power. "What the hell are you?" I speak aloud this time.

That she was just tricked by the Yamato's team. Well, though the truth transpired it was too late now, Clench never regretted to be with her in death. Well, it seems that it was already written on the book of life, where the love story they once built and was broken into pieces, reconnected again, between the tragic of Love and Death.

Oberon turns around looking at Octo Valley then looks at the Inkopolis “you’ll never win this war Arnold” then he morphed into a massive insect known as the Insect of the Abyss and flew off to find me and my rebellion. Meanwhile back at Inkopolis Roxy Wolf, Amanda Scratch, Jack, Oliver, Olivia & I were taking a break after a fight against Fairy Knight Galahad AKA Mash “is everyone okay” I said “we are okay mother” said Jack. Suddenly, Dr. Romani notified me and he was panicking “Arnold, I can sense a spike of magecraft nearby also a massive insect was spotted leaving Octo Valley and it’s looking for you!” Romani panicked. I l saw the massive insect patrolling Inkopolis “Lie Like Vortigern, E

“According to Lucifer, demons have been disappearing from the lower rungs of the circles of hell. Most of them have the powers that the creature I killed several days ago and your…date.” Her expression blanks as she peruses the sheet. “I don’t know what most of these creatures are. What’s an incubus?” My lip quirks. “They are male lust demons. They can entice their prey and heighten sexual desire.” Her eyes snap up to mine, and all color drains from her face. “I think…I think my date…” she mutters distastefully. “…might have been an incubus. I mean, he touched me, and I felt…things.”