Lovecraftian Novels & Stories

“The woman in that coffin… she’s Lilith Draven the first vampire… and Lucien’s lover.” “And you?” Her voice trembled. “I’m… a replica. Created from her blood.” --- The cathedral trembled violently. Their flashlights flickered. From above, that familiar voice echoed low, sorrowful, and commanding. “I told you, Evelyn… your blood does not belong to humans.” Lucien Draven emerged from the red mist, eyes burning with both pain and tenderness. “I never wanted you to learn this way.” Evelyn rose, gun shaking in her grasp.

The crystal shattered on the floor, spilling blood across the carpet. Valkiria was also so shocked that her usual mischievous expression changed. "That’s impossible," Adrian murmured, incredulous. She turned her face toward Adrian, a slight smile appearing on her lips. "Lucian is not an ordinary vampire. He is the son of the Lord of Darkness, the Firstborn of Shadows. His blood carries a power that transcends the curse. That is why he was able to create life on the border between death and existence. His blood anchored the child before the transformation could completely consume Larissa. She is... unique."

I try to hold the tears that stay pooled around my eyes. "Why? Why are you doing this to me? Why don't you see? What are you doing to me?" His face relaxes as he looks into my eyes, his hold relaxes, stepping back he holds my chin and catches the tear falling and replaces it with his lips. A warm comfort spreads through my body as his lips linger there. "I am tired of running, Evanora. Please don't make me, " He whispers to me. "Zion, I am Lucia, " I say, scared of his reaction.

Ken looked confused. “Wait, bloodline?” he asked. “It’s like soulmates, but for vampires. It’s a deep connection that draws you toward each other. You feel it now. “What humans call `raw love,’ we call `bloodline.’” “So that’s your excuse for why you stay?” he asked. She grabbed his cheeks again.

"When I turned eighteen which was also my last year at nobles, a new guard joined the palace of Pecan, his name was...." "Chadran" I muttered the picture she was trying to paint already clear to me. Practically Chadran was her lover but was killed because she told him the real truth about herself,just like her father was also killed to hide the truth, that was why when I had asked her to tell me who she really was she had said death was the penalty for anyone to know who she truly is.

“Simple. Wren doesn’t like to talk much and he’s never had pizza before.” Liam sneered at him. “And that’s why we won’t be fuckin’ buddies. How old is your wolf and he’s never had pizza? ‘Doesn’t like to talk,’ my ass. We know your type and we know he ain’t been allowed to say shit throughout his life.”

That led to extinction of the wild creatures. "That can't be true, royalties are the only ones who are able to read that, Sylvia." Bella utters with confusion marked at her face. "They're the Lycans" I said with my low voice slowly stroking the book. I got so intrigued that I wanted to know more information about them.

– His eyes look at Mia deeply, those are the eyes of a lovesick man. Immanuel Kant - a German philosopher once said: "Beauty is not in the rosy cheeks of a young woman but in the eyes of the beholder" Probably so! Love makes everything more beautiful, or the pink color of life only exists in the eyes of those in love. Wondering if Malcolm's sincere feelings have touched Mia's heart? Has Mia been moved by this vampire?

My eyes widened at his words. "What is going to happen if a vampire and human falls in love?" "Why, it's against the rules between vampires and humans, darling," He gripped my waist tightly and continued "If the vampires council finds out that one of their kind had actually fallen in love with a-" "But then what's a keeper for?" I cut him off in panic. "They're for giving birth to vampires kids . Alex of all people should know that." He pulled back to see my shocked expression. "After all, he made those rules in the first place." Zack chuckled softly before guiding me further away from the crowd.

"Place your hands upon the altar, and let the ancient spirits guide you. Only through their guidance can the truth be revealed." Emily and Adam exchanged a glance, their eyes reflecting a mixture of anticipation and resolve. They approached the altar and, as their hands touched its weathered surface, a surge of energy coursed through their bodies. Visions flashed before their eyes, fragments of the past, and glimpses of a future yet to unfold. The secrets of the werewolf community were laid bare, their history and purpose intertwined with that of humanity. Emily felt a profound sense of interconnectedness as if the threads of fate had woven them all together in an intricate tapestry.