Burung Hantu Art Novels & Stories

and indeed the two boys left her alone as they are busy knowing what biringan is. The word biringan may mean another, especially when looking in the Philippine culture and geographic, but to the two spies, it was their little code, something they made during their training. Something that only them understands. To the Philippine geographic area, Biringan was a mythical place in which the ‘engkantos’ lived. Not everyone can access the said place, and no human has ever gone in and successfully out of the said place. Boeing mythical that it is, it cannot be seen by the naked eye, and no one knows how to really access the place. It is only that, you may be unfortunate to unknowingly stumble upon

In death, as in life, she was pure evil. And she was here, in the room with her. “Leave, dark spirit,”Mrs Feeney said,in an almost inaudible whisper, “You have no power in this home!” The spirit's unholy presence lowered the temperature in the room and made the atmosphere oppressive and dark. Every shadow seemed magnified in her proximity.The shadows, her guardians.They moved where she did, never leaving her side. What evil was this?Surely it had been human once, alive and breathing, but now, it was a parody of humanity, a force of utter filth, borne of hatred and malice.

"It must have been an extremely painstaking effort to create them, even for just a mere replica." The Russian seemed to be slightly interested. Javier was less intrigued. He stood, arms crossed with a stern demeanour. Dave stopped at the last sculpture and examined it closely. Some were animal statues of lions, foxes, and the three demons, Krahang, a male ghost that flies in the night. Krasue, a woman's head with her viscera hanging down from the neck. Mae Nak is a female ghost who died in childbirth and can extend her arms. Phi Am, is a spirit that sits on a person's chest during the night. He traced the stonework with his finger, still amazed by what the ancients could do.

Even my heart skipped a beat! But suddenly, quick shadows flickered overhead and a rusty scream echoed over the Citadel. Lesana opened her eyes in horror and they reflected black birds soaring in circles. Crows... Harbingers of death, scavengers. Their hoarse voice fell from the sky, echoing. Where are these nasty birds from? And why won't anyone chase them away? Cold sweat trickled down between her shoulder blades. Everyone knows: where the raven circles, death walks there.

She argued solid and stretched open the wide gates of the haunted house. Bats flew in the sky making dangerous sounds. The complete premises was covered with dried leaves and cobwebs. The mansion looked old, colorless and out of life like a death invite. Amara gulped heavy. She is terrorized, is an understatement yet she was determined to save her boyfriend. As she was about to take her step forward again the same devilish figure appeared before her flying around her in air. This time he was angrier. "Didn't I warn you, do not go there. There is nobody residing inside." He told his same words used hitherto but this time with force.

We’re actually not serious, but we are all exhausted. “They are the harpies.” I told her. She started creasing her forehead and asked, “Harpies?” I nodded my head as a response. “And as you have already seen, they were quite disgusting bird creatures who have sharp claws, big fangs that hunger for human flesh, not to mention their abilities to contaminate everything they come in contact with except from…” “Except from what?” She curiously asked. “From us, my dear Nowo.” Lane smiled at her.

she muttered. I frowned. “Marked? Isn’t that a raven?” She lifted her spear toward the bird. “That’s not a raven. Look closer.” I did. I let my divine energy sharpen my vision, and I saw it: faint lines carved into its feathers, symbols glowing faintly. Truly, it was not a bird at all but an omen, crafted by the cult. “It’s watching us”, Bryce growled. He hurled a dagger, but the creature dissolved into ash before the blade could strike it.

My heart is furiously beating as I type the word nonhuman. Many articles pop up so I just click on the first one. There are so many definitions. Sirens,witches, vampires , demons and yes, Angels are there too. Apparently the term is used to describe people who are not exactly humans, people with unusual gifts or powers. The following article says nonhumans are just a myth and that no such thing exists. One says they were real during the eighteenth century but we're destroyed and are now extinct. I keep on reading and even click on the images. The images are a bit scary and definitely not human. The thought that I could be one of those things is more than scary.

I want to see whether my memory deceives me about the harpies or whether they are actually as terrifying as I remember. Keeping my hands low and out of sight, I sign. “What the heck are the harpies anyway?” Mia shrugs. “No one really knows. Some say they are the physical manifestations of the Mizuki taint. Some say they are vengeful spirits. Wolves that have died before but whose spirits cannot rest.” “That’s terrible.” “It is. I never miss an execution. I’m always reminded of what he king is capable of. It’ll be good for you.” “What do you mean?”

The creature resembled neither a human nor a ghost. The Violet Rain Bird’s expression turned grim, its massive body trembling. “Be careful, Master Adrian. This is a Human Ghoul.” A Human Ghoul was a humanoid monster classified as a type of daemonic beast. Its sharp fangs and black eyes presented a truly frightening sight. As the creature growled, Adrian's gaze turned icy. “You really think you’re something?” He charged at the beast.