Lust X Horror Novels & Stories

It was already past eight when Felix left the club, which was long after nightfall. Felix raced through the city streets. Luna's life was in danger, so this was the fastest option. According to Luna, she had accompanied a client to an amusement park. The thrill-seeking client tried everything from roller coasters to other rides before suggesting they enter the park's haunted house. That was where the horror began. Luna described seeing a monster without eyes or a nose, but with three gaping mouths filled with saw-like teeth. Instead of ears, it had two dark brown arms that could extend and contract.

If Loki wants a coin toss, he’ll ensure the coin lands on its edge. I close my eyes and see Scarlett’s face, pale with shock when she visited yesterday, still smelling of alley smoke and old fear. I see Erik, sleepless circles under mismatched eyes, swearing he’d burn down the prophecy itself for her. I see Victoria’s too-bright smile when she breezed into Häxa, the power flickering around her like an unbanked forge. Two flames. One world. How do we choose?

she murmured, crouching down to place her palm over the maid's chest. A dark, swirling mist began to emanate from Lust's body, sinking into the maid's form. The air grew heavy, crackling with unholy energy as Lust's essence invaded the woman. The maid's body arched violently, her hands clawing at the ground, and her eyes snapped open—now glowing with an eerie, crimson hue. The transformation was complete.

Morgan said once the doctor and nurses were out of the room. Nadia whipped around and said, “Is it true? I didn’t want to believe what I smelled.” “That’s what I think,” Morgan said. “It is my job to identify these things.” Nadia nodded once and said, “If it is Moonlust, her symptoms will be severe. We will need to get the antidote into her, or someone needs to mark her.” “What is Moonlust?” Julian asked. “I never heard of that.” “It is an herb that forces a she-wolf into heat,” Nadia said. “It should never be used without medical supervision. The effects can be dangerous if misused.”

Then the haze of sex started to lift, and reality crashed back in hard. I sat there on his lap, staring at him with wide eyes. My body was covered in evidence of what we’d done — bruises on my hips from his grip, bite marks on my breasts and neck, his cum still leaking out of me. I tried to stand, legs shaky, eyes already burning. “Hey. Where are you going?” Greg’s arm wrapped firmly around my back, anchoring me in place. “Greg… we can’t do this again. It’s so wrong,” I whispered, raking a hand through my messy hair. My voice cracked.

Huffing, the witch Larissa walked towards Xavier with an annoyed look as she carefully avoided blood puddles. A parchment paper and a feather pen that glowed appeared in the air and floated before the witch. "To the leech king from the ruthless alpha of the blood moon pack. Keep your filthy blood suckers away from my territory. This is my last warning!" The pen vanished when Xavier stopped talking and the paper rolled itself and disappeared with a small popping sound. Larissa looked at the floor and held her stomach tightly. "I think I'm going to fall ill". She disappeared into thin air.

"Lisa, are you okay?" Lisa nodded, she looked on the floor to see the lotions and soaps scattered on the floor, she bent down to pick them. "What happened?" Scarlett offered to help but she refused. After pulling herself together, she did the bath and started bathing Scarlett upon her opposition. "What do you think about Xavier?, he has changed and become more sweeter, only that sometimes I hate how other she wolves stare at him even when they know, he's claimed," Lisa scrubbed her skin and recalled Xavier's sexy body, it kept resurfacing in her mind, it made her feel strange between her legs. She quickly tightened her legs and concentrated on bathing Scarlett but it was futile.

She’d be accused of flapping if they’re playing in a professional basketball game. Nothing in the feeling of having his lips and tongue inside Rachel’s womanhood entry point was fake. It was real, or better off said, surreal. Hugh was tasting heaven in his mouth. When love and lust collide, the night sky opens wide and the stars appear twinkling in pretty choreography, like they were singing in a childishly angelic voice. First cut is the deepest and Rachel’s left eye emitted a droplet of tear as Hugh pumped himself in, sweating with eyes closed. He would have wanted Rachel to enjoy the moment. But what can a virgin do on the very second her virginity is torn away.

Lux stomps towards us and says, “Excuse me, who the hell are you to think you can speak to me that way?! Show some respect, no one deserves to be spoken to the way you just did me!” He looks at her full of lust and I move to attack him, but Lux surprises me when she takes the last couple of steps towards him and she touches his arm and suddenly, he falls to the ground. She huffs as she turns back around and says, “Let’s go back to the pack house and away from that creep.” I look at his body and back at her and she’s already shifting as I ask, “Did you kill him?” She mind links me, “No, he’s just unconscious. Gemstone power.”

It was the kind of song meant for margaritas and easy Sunday afternoons, but as I stepped deeper into the hallway, the sound began to distort, echoing off the industrial tile. “Don’t try any funny shit, De Luca. One wrong move and it’s over.” I said nothing, moving toward the back. The sweetness of the music clashed violently with the scent of rotting corpses that hit me as I went further. My gut twisted. The door creaked open, and Adrian peeked his head out, wiggling a bloodied knife at me in time with the beat. He was humming along. I lunged forward, and he laughed, the sound cutting through me, just as I reached him.