My Best Friend Is An Eldritch Horror Manhwa Novels & Stories

KAIST: A strange tide of emotions was brimming in my chest, threatening to pour out all at once while I was in front of Dahlly. I tried to contain what I felt, but it was far too much that my wolf, Cruz, couldn’t even stop his whimpering. The longer I stay in Dahlly’s room, the more dangerous I might become, so I excused myself… Dahlly was my childhood friend and my closest friend. She always referred to me as her ‘best friend,’ but I always knew she was more – absolutely something more for me!

He stepped back. And left me standing in a pool of blood, my hands still trembling. The monster wasn’t hiding anymore. And maybe the scariest part wasn’t that he killed. It was that part of me understood him. And that part? Was growing. AUTHOR’S NOTE Hey lovely readers! 💖 If you're enjoying the story, don’t forget to like, comment, and subscribe. Your support means the world and keeps me writing more twists, drama, and heart-racing moments! 💌🔥

Instead, she pulled out her phone. “Gosh, you’re acting ridiculous right now. Why would you send me your book before it’s released? You promised not to give me any spoilers.” I laid back down, draping my arm over my face. A sinking feeling settled in my stomach. It was only a matter of minutes before I lost my best friend too. “I love you, Rhoda,” I said quietly, my voice barely more than a whisper. “I mean it.” “Are you dying on me?” she asked, half-joking, but her voice wavered. “Because this is starting to freak me out...” She trailed off.

I had lost so much blood that a weightless, drifting sensation overcame me. In my daze, I thought I saw my mother—or rather, the version of her I had always imagined. My mother had died giving birth to me, bleeding out on the delivery table. It felt like a cruel twist of fate, a cycle doomed to repeat itself. In my final moments, I mustered the last of my strength to plead with Sophie Reed, my best friend. My voice trembled with desperation.

But I never dared to cross that line of friendship with him, staying in the friend zone, and nothing more. It appeared that he had only become more attractive as the years had passed. "Aaaaand, I'm doing it again I'm checking him out. God, Eliana you're evil. Pure evil, sinister, you damn... adulteror." I scolded myself, unable to look away from his handsome figure. His smile widened Without another second to lose, I run to him, throwing my hands tightly around his neck and hugging him tightly. His deep voice resonates with a hearty chuckle as he lifts me, hugging me tightly against him.

I made a small, choking sound, my back arching instinctively as he yanked me forward, my ass lifting off the seat. “You can't do anything to me…” I whisper positively, “You prefer suffering to ‘disappointing’ your best friend.” Dale Lazarus drags me even closer with his strong grip on my neck, pressing his lips on my ear, “My best friend is dead.”

When they reached the kitchen, Lily finally let go of her hand and threw open the pantry door with dramatic flair. “Guess what I still keep stocked just for you?” she announced, her eyes sparkling. She pulled out a bright red bag of kettle-cooked salt and vinegar chips. Maya’s jaw dropped. Then she let out a shaky laugh that turned into a sound halfway between a giggle and a sob. Her hand flew up to her chest as she felt tears sting her eyes. “Lily… you didn’t have to…” she whispered, her voice trembling. Lily stepped forward, serious now, and hugged her again. “Of course I did,” she said firmly. “I missed my best friend. You’re the only person in the world who would finish these with me wit

"You should have left! You should have told me! You should have done anything except steal my boyfriend while smiling in my face!" "I didn't steal him… I didn't…" Anna sniffled trying to succumb the tears from flowing. "What do you call it then?" Carly laughed, ugly and broken. "Friendship? Loyalty? Love?" Anna felt the truth rising in her chest, desperate and dangerous. The secret her father had entrusted her with, the supernatural reality that would either explain everything or destroy Carly's sanity. She looked at her best friend's face, ravaged, unrecognizable, ruined and made a choice.

I swallowed past the lump in my throat, forcing myself to look away, but my eyes snapped right back to them like a rubber band. I absolutely hated that another woman got to enjoy his touch, to feel the heat of his skin, while I was forced to stand in the shadows as just the little sister. The off-limits tagalong. The girl he was legally obligated to protect but never allowed to want. Stop it, I fiercely scolded myself, tearing my eyes away to stare at a blinking neon beer sign above the liquor shelves. Get a grip, Mia. You look pathetic. But logic had never worked when it came to Cole Sterling. I was twenty-two years old, and I had been hopelessly, desperately in love with my older brother’s