Tales Of The Crypt Novelas e Histórias

I consoled him and gave him some water. “She locked me up in the store room” “WHAT? IN THE STOOR ROOM? HOW DID YOU COME HERE! Tell me everything.” I questioned. “I was locked inside since morning and when she opened me up, I ran and hid here. She warned me that she’ll lock me again if I told this to anyone.” I stood up and as I went forward Zac held my leg and started to cry. “Please don’t go. I don’t want to get locked please.”

"But there is a cure. The first Northern healers buried an ancient grimoire deep within the forbidden catacombs beneath this very castle. It contains the exact ritual required to safely sever a sympathetic blood tether without harming the victim. My scholars know how to find it. Kaelen here, some of you might not know him, has volunteered to lead them into the dark to retrieve it." I pointed down toward the massive iron gates leading to the dungeons. "But the descent is a death trap," I explained, looking directly at the rugged, dirt-stained faces of the miners and the working class standing near the back of the crowd. "The catacombs are collapsing. The corridors are completely blocked by c

The place had been preserved, waiting. At the back, behind the altar, was a staircase. Stone, narrow, spiraling down into darkness. The crypt, Lysander said. The book will be there. We descended. The crypt was round, the ceiling vaulted, the walls lined with alcoves. In each alcove, a skeleton—monks in brown robes, their hands clasped on their chests, their skulls bowed as if in eternal prayer. Candles, long burned out, sat in iron sconces. The air was cold, but not cold like the shadow. Cold like a tomb that had been sealed for centuries.

The cavern behind the waterfall wasn't just damp; it felt like stepping into the lungs of a dying god. The walls were lined with thousands of ancient, crystalline skulls that pulsed with a faint, rhythmic violet light—the Whispering Crypts. Every step we took echoed with a thousand overlapping murmurs, the residual memories of vampires who had been executed by the Progenitors over two millennia. "Valerius," Killian growled, his golden eyes scanning the ceiling where massive stalactites dripped with a thick, crimson fluid. "You said this was a shortcut. You didn't mention it was a goddamn graveyard."

“Oh, Your Majesty… you’re so big… fuck—” I froze, cheeks burning. The raw, unrestrained sounds made something low in my belly tighten. I pressed my thighs together, trying to ignore the sudden slick heat between them. I didn’t dare knock. I stood there, heart hammering, listening as the moans grew louder, more desperate, until they peaked in a broken cry and then abruptly stopped. I stared at the vial in my hands and forced myself to knock twice. The door swung open. Instead of the woman, I was met with a broad, sculpted male torso — golden skin, powerful muscles still glistening with a faint sheen of sweat. My gaze traveled upward slowly, dread and fascination warring inside me, until I met

she breathed, grim. We didn’t chase them. We pressed on—into the chapel. Inside the Crypt We entered by dragging the stone slab aside. Cold air hit, like death herself exhaled. Torches we carried cast dancing shadows on ancient stones and dusty coffins. Lydia crouched by a runic inscription. “These wards are old... but reactive.” She paused, hand hovering above a glowing rune. “Tamper with these, blood will leak shadows.” “Then we move fast,” I said.

Placing her ears on the door, it creaked open, causing her to lose her balance. The files fell to the ground with shattering sounds, scared to death, she hurriedly crouched to gather them up, causing her glasses to fall too. “Here,” a lady said, handling her glasses. She suddenly swallowed the huge lump of saliva stuck in her throat. She wasn't seeing the face, but from where she was still crouched, she was able to behold the below of the lady who handed her glasses back to her. She was naked! Revealing her trimmed cunt, dripping with slimy and sticky juices!

Beyond was a chamber that stole my breath. It was enormous, carved entirely from black crystal that reflected the candlelight in a thousand directions. The ceiling soared impossibly high, lost in shadows. And scattered throughout the chamber were coffins. Dozens of them. Some simple wooden boxes, others elaborate crystal or stone creations. All closed. All silent. "The royal crypts," Cassius said quietly. "Every vampire of noble blood who has died or chosen the long sleep rests here." He led me through the forest of coffins to one at the very center of the chamber. This one was different from the others. Made entirely of clear crystal, it sat on a raised platform surrounded by more of those

go ahead. The ritual involved ingesting the blood of a bat and venom from a black mamba. The ritual would have killed anyone, but due to Luke’s determination and the growing darkness in his heart, the ritual was a success. He died and was revived as a new being. Thus, began the birth of the first vampire. Unfortunately, the ritual had a side effect. He had to consume blood to sustain his health as would anyone turned by him. Discovering his new power, he laid waste to his master and massacred a lot of people in his town. The warlock having seen his mistake too late and regretting it, decided to work on how to destroy what he created. But Luke, having anticipated this, stormed his fortress

*Centuries ago, a time where Vampires, sphinx and werewolves lived together in peace, love and harmony, until evil covered the cloud of Transylvania* My name is Luther, I'm a vampire from the old world, I am over 400 years old, I lived in Transylvania, my father was the over Lord (Dracula) my mom was a werewolf (Tania) from Romania (another city where werewolves and other creatures live) but died 200 years after my younger sisters' birth, her name is Annabelle, she is 300 years old, I was to be dad's successor but everything changed when my father was killed, it was the day of my inauguration, we were ambushed by our own people, sects of disloyal elves and Sphinx, and it all turned out to b