Burung Hantu Art Novels & Stories

All he did was remain silent while watching Kumara slowly chant a spell. Wonderful. Like an open mind's eye, Alif slowly saw a flash of shadow flashing around him. Not just one, two, three, oh, it turns out that many invisible creatures joined the humans at the dinner. Alif trembled to see a terrible creature like the person in the movie The Lord of the Rings with pointed teeth, big eyes, and long pointed ears hanging on the sexy chests of several women, some were hugging the buttocks of women and men while leaning their bald heads near the genitals of humans. Some of the midgets were busy scraping bones in the leftover plates, some were eating with the humans. On the other side of the resta

They completely ignored the Holy Battlefield and flew in the void like giant birds! Countless immortal birds and giant cranes that had originally existed here were almost all killed in an instant. However, these immortal birds were merely illusions of spiritual bodies. After they were destroyed, there were no corpses, so the Spirits of the Dead could not possess them... "This is the Dark Palace." Lu Tianhua explained to Ding Hao thoroughly. He had never expected to see Ding Hao again after he narrowly escaped death. When the silver light appeared in front of him and Ding Hao came out of it, Lu Tianhua was a little stunned.

A flock of birds approached them. The sky that had been clear was slowly turning dark. Something clustered in the sunlight–and Heath felt he could smell someone familiar. As the swarm approached, he could clearly see that it was a swarm of white doves. Hundreds, maybe thousands of them in the sky, made a huge platform to lift someone above them. “Artificial Spirits?” muttered Heath, rising from his seat.

The flock of birds flying in formation, in addition to the regularly developing stench of blood, induced Raven to emerge as aware of a sure lifestyle. A vampire turned into here. Using birds in place of bats which had been synonymous with vampires, is regarded as much less surreal. If they had been capable of manipulating birds on the road like this, possibly maximum vampires might choose this kind of bird. "Get away!!" Raven swung his college bag to disperse the birds. They immediately scattered, leaving Raven's view. But the sight induced him to despair. A reeking stench of blood. The streetlight turned into like a spotlight, making Laura's discern stand proud of the darkness.

Her lips quivered as she spoke. "This is the haunted forest, known to house cursed bloods!" Cursed? That damn word again, and from the maid's lips, it was horrifying. So there was a place like this that existed. I gasped in awe. The thick forest across the road looked like anything but cursed—it was haunted. The branches were thick, and thorns and weeds grew hand in hand. Birds perched on tree trunks, chirping loudly. They weren't ordinary birds, but crows, known to announce death, according to Blood Moon pack lore.

When I stepped into the hall, Jason caught my arm. “Aria....” “I’m going to the library,” I said. “There’s a book. In the restricted wing. On Binding Hungry Spirits.” He stared at me. “You can barely walk.” “I can remember,” I said. “And that’s enough.” The library was empty. I found the book hidden behind a false panel, its pages brittle, ink faded to rust. It spoke of the Hollow Revenant: born from the first soul denied burial, bound by blood-oaths, sustained by external animus.

I thought I was just dizzy from blood loss, but nah – I caused another slaughter, and I’m about to throw. The faint flutter of wings causes me to swallow it back, jerk my eyes off Chrissy Copella’s decapitated twin boys and make note of the black-feathered bird shooting off between the buildings. That ain’t no ordinary carrion-feeder. It’s got cataract-eyes of pure white evil. Telltale signs of a revenant – a fucking underworld spy. I reach for my gun, but I don’t have it on me. The bird’s out of firing range before I can pluck a deadman’s piece up off the pavement. I wish I had a way to follow it, because it will be headed back to the demon or warlock that summoned it…

But no matter their looks, they actually behaved like teens on spring break. Not only were these Haunters so loud, it was also plain to see some of the alleged evidence of paranormal activity was fake. They had a zillion static cams all over, plus the handheld cameras they carried around, yet most things happened off-camera. Not to mention a great deal of what they got was personal experiences, like being touched, hearing voices no mic captured, catching a glimpse of a shadow right outside the cam field, feeling cold spots their thermal cam didn’t register.

The Glowstones were so ridiculously bright that some evil spirits were literally hiding under rocks to escape the glare. And the Skyfeathers had brought way too much celestial wine. Every time they flew overhead, they would hear this heavenly music playing. On top of that, everyone knew what it meant for Shadowspire when the Pahanas, white tigers, Vermilion Birds, and White Aegises all showed up. Wherever those beasts went, the evil spirits did everything they could to become invisible.

So what stand beside us isn’t at human appearance anymore. Curse of Fallen that what we call it. When we can’t hold our own desire and be honest about it. There appear a animal part on our body. Except me and Hana. Whilst i’m got reincarnated unto this place my race is Incubus, while Hana race is Fallen Angel but at other place is called Succubus because instead of Bat wing and tail it got a Crow wing. So Elder of Hana race call themself a Fallen Angel. The most interesting is there’s no Male on their race so. It got Succubus as the other name.