Lust X Horror Novels & Stories

The same expression Xavier wore when he was trying to be brave. Aurora stumbled back as though struck. She remembered the breath tearing from her lungs, the scream clawing up her throat, the sheer horror that had hollowed her chest. And now, reliving it as a ghost, she noticed the details she had missed then. The flicker of triumph in Lilith’s eyes when she caught Aurora’s stunned expression. The subtle smirk that curved her lips before she hid it behind a trembling sigh. And Jaxon…sweet, silent Jaxon, whose eyes didn’t gleam with victory but with quiet sorrow, as though he wanted no part in the cruel game he was forced into.

“Now, Lila.” A small huff. Soft footsteps retreated down the hall. Damien closed the door quietly, locked it, and turned back to me. The city lights painted silver across the hard planes of his chest and the dark trail of hair leading into the waistband of his sweatpants. He looked at me for a long second, eyes dark, then stalked back to the bed. He didn’t speak. He simply pulled the sheet down, exposing me completely. Cool air kissed my nipples and the sticky mess between my thighs. His gaze dragged over every inch of me—flushed skin, swollen lips, the wet sheen coating my pussy and the insides of my legs.

“I would die for my mate.” Cassie's breath caught in her throat, her heart hammered away in her chest. Their voices were different, almost demonic. Her eyes got a better look at them. Cassie was lost. She was looking at the two things that were standing in her living room. They had black eyes, sharp teeth, and pointed claws. What the fuck was happening? The two werewolves lunged at each other again. This time, Gustav bit into Knox's shoulder. He howled in pain. Knox gnashed back at Gustav, slashing him across his nose.

The storm in his eyes grew darker with lust and desire, there was something about that storm that made her want him even more then she already did and made her wetter then she already was. He smirked at her reaction and then moved in and started planting kisses on the inside of her legs starting from the top of her foot trailing all the way down to inside of her thigh. She squirmed a bit but he tighten his grip on her thighs stopping her from moving any more and continued the assault on her legs. He bit and nipped on her inner thighs so hard that she knew that it would leave marks. Higher and higher he moved not yet touching her cunt but coming so very close to it and she moaned out loudly i

I did it again, pressing myself against his chest, needing to be closer. Have him closer. He tasted like bourbon, sharp and spicy. His kiss intoxicated me. Hazy with lust, I dragged my teeth across his lower lip, nibbling at it softly. He gasped and for a moment, I worried I nipped it too hard. His hand slipped from my waist, cupping my ass and giving it a hard squeeze. A helpless whimper escaped my throat, and I parted my knees, wanting to be touched where I burned. It felt like someone had drenched me in fuel. Coated in gunpowder and I wanted to combust.

Then he slowly freed her hands that were trembling with fear. "Don't let him deceive you! believe me because after he uses you, he will kill you in the end!" Luzia shouted at him, causing the gentleman to get angry with him and hurriedly approached him while slapping him hard in the face which shocked Bana and he almost dropped the gun he was holding. "Looks like you still have the energy left to talk nonsense," he pulled her hair by the core with force, making her look up and look at the girl with one eye closed.

Jax binds my wrists with silk—loose enough to struggle if I want, tight enough to remind me who’s in control tonight. “Spread your legs,” he says. “Show them how wet our little paid whore is already.” I do. Thighs part wide, lace thong pulled aside by Lena’s fingers. Cool air hits my dripping cunt; a soft chorus of groans ripples through the growing crowd. “Fuck, look at her,” the tattooed man mutters, stroking his thick cock. “Dripping for it.”

Pain shot through my head and chest. Then everything stopped. I couldn't hear anything except ringing in my ears. “Rhea? RHEA!” Nathan's voice was tinny and far away. “I'm…here.” My voice sounded weak. “I… I just crashed.” “What?! Where are you? Rhea, stay with me… where are you?” “I don't know. Side of the road. Trees. I…” The notification of battery low sounded. “My phone's dying.” “I’m not going anywhere, I’m calling for hel..”

Allistair’s body arched violently in Lucifer’s arms, Chaos spilling out of him in waves of colored black, red and white, each pulse a shattering force that broke the ground beneath them. Saints collapsed. Wolves whimpered and shifted back to human forms. Vampires dropped to their knees. Even the Sins, Caius, Gluttony, Sloth, Lust, Greed, felt the crushing terror of that aura. Lilith clutched her chest, vision blurring. Luna, even weakened, smiled with sick satisfaction. Allistair’s breath hitched… Then he opened his eyes. Not the eyes of the Allistair they knew. Not just Chaos touched. Not corrupted.

He staggered. Then he vanished. Gone. "What—" Lycan Xander grunted, pulling himself up. A scream split the air. Luis. I didn’t think. I ran. Through the trees. Past the ridge. Toward the camp. Luis was on the ground, eyes wide in terror. A circle of ancient symbols surrounded him, glowing with pulsing black light. Dexter stood across from him, arms raised, chanting. "Get away from him!" I screamed. Too late.