Mary Horror Novels & Stories

I can't say I'm surprised or shocked by the new information I have just learned, after all if a demon is not after me, it's not really a normal day in my life. My biggest concern at the moment has got to be me, or rather Aurora. My hands tightly grip the sink to keep ahold of myself as I look into the mirror and see her in my reflection. My heart starts to pound against my chest as I look straight into her eyes. I recognize the look in her eyes and it scares me. The hunger, the need to satisfy the monster inside of me is evident, I can feel it and it's taking a toll on me, almost like she's fighting with me.

He leaped up and tried to run out of the room. I wouldn't let him. I took hold of his arm and heard a loud crack, and a streak of fire leaped from his forearm. Marcus dropped to the floor as if I had shot him. I looked at the ladies. Mara fingered her crucifix with a haunted look. "You are a holy vessel." A what? Marcus cowered against the wall, trying to keep me from touching him. I stood watching him with my hands on my hips. "Kim, it's not just your brands that can't be touched by a Vampire," Mara said. "It's you!"

Chapter One hundred and Twenty Nine Rated 18, it contains really explicit sexual language and scenes. Marriott was in a bad mood today being that 20 girls were kidnapped and none of the 19 That has been brought could even withstand his dick and some fainted and others died, and this is not good for business because he runs a monster /paranormals and humans sex trafficking agency and some monsters from Hades and some really terrifying men will be at Budapest for the orgy festival, now he has less than 100girls and he is in a very bad mood and very horny too.

He sat up, his heart slamming against his ribs. "What is it?" Maya whispered, pulling the blankets to her chest. "Shh." Malakai looked at the door. A black, oily substance was oozing through the crack at the bottom. It wasn't blood. It was the Mother’s shadow. It didn't have a scent, but the air suddenly turned freezing, the moisture in the room turning to frost on the walls. A psychic howl ripped through the terminal outside. It wasn't a wolf’s call. It was a scream of pure, celestial hunger.

“That means the Orderlies… the patients… they’re not ghosts. They’re hybrids. Twisted fusions of human and forest.” Devon nodded. “And now it wants a new offering. That’s why we’re being drawn deeper.” A sudden gust of rot-sweet air swept through the theater. From the shadows, Marla emerged — barefoot, eyes still black, her skin laced with glowing roots. But she was different now. More aware. Something in her fought through. “You found the altar,” she said softly. Emily stepped forward. “We need to stop it. Tell us how.” Marla shook her head. “It doesn’t stop. But it can be fooled.”

" And with the great hunt coming up in a , I need to find a solution to this. What's a lycan king without it's lycan?" She kept quiet for a while until finally she spoke."Get up." motioned to me before setting the teacup onto the kitchenette. She walked towards me and the moment she was just a couple of inches from me, she cupped both my cheeks in her hands and stared into my eyes. Slowly, I watched her white eyes give way to the fiery red ones I met earlier. All I can see is a hollow void and her voice filled my ears as she muttered an incoherent string of words. With each chant she recited,her eyes became hollow. The lights in the room and beyond began to flicker as the wind howled from

The hallway outside the archives felt too warm after the cold underground air. Or maybe it only felt that way because my nerves were still stretched too tightly beneath my skin. Mara walked beside me in silence for exactly twelve seconds. Then she muttered, “So. That was horrifying.” I snorted softly despite myself. “Insightful.” “I’m serious.” She adjusted the ice pack against her shoulder with a grimace. “Your pack has secret sleeper wolves, illegal conditioning experiments, dead children buried in forests, and apparently somebody murdered Cameron’s father.”

I have only 3 days left before miss Lauretta throws me out. I went to collect the bill for his meal,his girlfriend is a talkative. She talks like a parrot,I made to collect it as soon as my hands touched his,I felt a tingling sensation, I quickly took the money and left. He stood up and left. I counted the money,while counting it I saw a note.. "COUNTRY CITY MALL...7PM" Oh my god he left a note,he wanted to see me. I contemplated going. I didn't know him enough but, risks are meant to be taken .

Cynthia says in a very low voice, leaning a little towards me. “Listen!” Lara shoots him a disapproving look. “This I have not seen. The one I saw was the first.” She fixes her eyes on the screen again. “But what the fuck are you doing?” Again she spits words at the television. “No. I can't handle this. The black, the Asian and the blonde have died, the next is going to be the nerd. Fuck! It's always the same with these ridiculous "horror" movies,” drawing the quotes in the air. “I do not understand. If you don't like these movies, why do you keep watching them?” Cynthia rolls her eyes in notable annoyance.

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