Weird Stories Novels & Stories

"Back story" Isla Vance had always been the stronger sister. Her younger sister, Elara, was a beautiful, bright, but delicate soul, struggling since childhood with a rare, degenerative blood disease. Isla, working three jobs and putting her own future on hold, poured every cent and ounce of energy into Elara's care, fighting against hospital bills and worsening diagnoses.

she whispered, the words barely audible. It was massive. Thick, veined, and uncut, it was a brutal contrast to his soft, rounded frame. A secret weapon. Her mind, always calculating, spun. Billy’s pretty-boy arrogance, his quick, selfish finishes in her dorm room after parties… This… this was something else entirely.

The weekend started like any other visit to my best friend Laura’s house, but I already knew it was going to end with me dripping wet and desperate. I pulled my car into their long driveway just after sunset, the big white house glowing under the porch lights. Laura and her husband Alex had been married for eight years, and every time I came over I told myself I was just here to see my gurl. Bullshit because My body had other plans. I hadn’t been properly fucked in months, and the second I stepped out of the car the warm night air kissed my skin like a promise.

And the silence hurts worse than anything. End of story 3

Cassandra gasps as Willy, one of the oldest here, tells stories of his glory days. “Ask him how many ribs he’s missing,” I whisper to her, and her eyes widen in shock. “Four,” Willy says and holds up as many fingers. “Had them punched clean out of me.” “You’re lying,” she says with a laugh, and the sound of it heats my body from the inside out. “I’d never lie to a pretty woman,” Willy says, and his best friend George scoffs. “That’s the first person you’re lying to,” George says. “Don’t believe a word he says. But if you want to talk about real injuries, let me tell you about the time I dislocated both my hips and still won my fight.”

Not even remotely. “What kind of joke is this?” I muttered under my breath. I flipped through a few more pages for good measure, but there was nothing. Absolutely nothing that had anything to do with me or that strange power surge or… whatever had happened. Just random stories, myths, legends… beasts that belonged in bedtime stories, not real life. My irritation finally snapped. I slammed the book shut, harder than necessary. The sound echoed through my room, and a puff of dust burst into the air.

No strange anything. It was weird. Very weird…

And maybe in the end I'll succeed. The ideas have never stopped flowing, and amidst the difficulties, I've gathered them together to tell even more stories. I have a notebook full of ideas, story segments just waiting for the right piece to fit into. I've conceived many new universes. I have a love story planned that I hope will make your heart skip a beat, between two young people wounded by the world. A horror story that I hope will take your breath away, with its demons. A fantasy that I hope will transport you to a world of mysterious creatures and strange rites.

Rowan left before Iris could see him. Iris sat up and looked around. The air stank of blood and the bank was carpeted with dead bodies. Iris felt nauseous and and finally threw up. "Tell me I was dreaming" She looked at her best friend who looked at Japh. Japh shook his head. "You were…he was…" Iris pointed and touched her forehead. "Breathe" "Werewolves don't exist, right?" She suddenly stood up. "Because there's no way I just saw you change into a...oh no!"

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.