Lust X Horror Novels & Stories

I had embraced my primal nature, my humanity giving way to the beast within. She squirmed beneath me, her panic mounting as her magic was rendered impotent. Her attempts to resist were futile, her voice silenced by fear. With one swift motion, I leaped onto her, my claws digging into her chest as I ripped her heart out. The life drained from her eyes, leaving behind a pool of dark red blood that spread slowly across the floor. I stood there for a moment, the weight of what I had done settling heavily upon me. The room was tainted by the scent of blood, a stark reminder of the darkness that existed in this world. I sighed and wiped the blood from my face, grimacing at the mess I had become.

It was a dark, calm, and silent night. The air has a familiar blue breeze coming from the aroma of lavender and jasmine mixed with fresh flowers and scented candles. There was no one in sight in the Ortega mansion. Everyone is asleep except for the two souls who are still wide awake and making the most of the golden hour. Inside one of the rooms in the mansion, the air is filled with the vapor of lust from two heated bodies fused into one. The room's four walls resonated with the rhapsody of the wet sound of their bodies slamming together, while she groaned louder with every thrust.

Hе wаѕ mу every wаkіng dеѕіrе, mу fаntаѕу, аnd my body burned only for hіm. He mоvеd аwау, muсh tо mу displeasure. Mу еуеѕ аnxіоuѕlу scanned hіѕ fасе fоr ѕоmе іndісаtіоn to whу. He wаѕ brеаthіng hеаvу, struggling tо pull аіr bасk іntо his bоdу. Hіѕ рuріlѕ wеrе dіlаtеd, and hіѕ еуеѕ burned darker. I ѕаw the unmіѕtаkаblе look of luѕt еvіdеnt whеn his еуеѕ locked wіth mіnе.

She just wanted to forget the rejection. Larissa pushed open the door at the end of the hall. “Finn room?” She smiled to herself as she walked in. Finn was going to be mad, but she didn't care. She collapsed onto the massive bed, clutching the bottle to her chest. She took a long gulp, the liquor spilling down her chin and onto her lingerie. A hysterical chuckle bubbled up from her throat. "Look at you," she slurred, staring at the ceiling. "So desperate, so pathetic."

Clara, one of the few maids I’d grown somewhat close to, was looking at me with concern. “You’ve been spacing out a lot lately,” she said, tilting her head. “And those dark circles under your eyes… Are you sleeping at all?” “Yeah, just tired,” I mumbled, forcing a weak smile and looking away. How could I possibly explain that I was up half the night touching myself while listening to Lord Blackwood fuck other women? That I wished with every fiber of my being that it was my pussy he was pounding instead? “Not used to the work here yet?” she asked gently.

She had mentioned being harassed by the Day Break pack for weeks after she broke off their partnership, but I sent Louis to address the issue, and Horus backed off the pack. Lisa was here too, looking broken and defeated, bound to a tree by silver chains by Jane and Tatiana. They had enjoyed tormenting her. 'They are here,' my lycan informed me. Indeed, I could hear them approaching the clearing, and within a few minutes, we saw a cloud of black that grew closer. The forest became thick with tension as the two groups faced off, and I saw him, Horus, in the flesh. His real face. "Mother fucker," Louis's breath hitched beside me, his lycan coming forth. His eyes were red with anger, and his fi

“The Red Room. We’re going to fuck you with some toys.” Oh dear. Inside, the lights were dim, but red hues pulsed from recessed panels along the walls, casting everything in a warm, wicked glow. There were shadows formed from curves of metal and glints of leather complete with the unmistakable gleam of polished cuff links. Her stomach flipped. She couldn’t tell if it was fear or excitement. Or both. Liam stepped through the doorway with her still clinging to him, and the scent of clean leather and something darker like cinnamon mixed with smoke hit her. Her skin prickled.

Forever. The water still rippled around us as Lust pulled away slowly, dripping and slick. Wrath appeared silently beside the tub, eyes burning like molten steel. Neither of them made a move to stop. Instead, they each grabbed their cocks, slick and hard, stroking themselves with cruel, deliberate slowness. I lay there between them, soaked and trembling, my cock leaking and twitching in Lust’s firm grip. “You want this,” Lust said darkly, eyes locked on mine, fingers tightening as he stroked. “You want us marking you. Owning you.”

Raising my head slightly, I shut my eyes tight, I didn't want her to have any clue about what was going on in my mind. "That man you are holding is a male witch, you should know that too. They are infamous for using their victims' powers against them." Vera still couldn't keep quiet and I cursed her in my mind. Lorenzo started inhaling weirdly and she stopped abruptly, dropping my head back on the bed. 'Has she changed her mind?' "They are not responding, I don't think they are Ordan's bacteria," she complained, turning her back to me. I wanted to shout that they are but I couldn't, the pain had taken my voice, telling me that I was closer to my grave.