Burung Hantu Art Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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.

This newly formed ghost are said to be as equally powerful to a malicious ghost, sometime we can consider them as more worst then malicious ghost since they are more deadly and dangerous when it come to destroy them… Black Blood ghost have no sense of reason and only had instinct to kill each and every living being that comes in contact with the blood that is splashed by him, this ghost can trace smell of his own blood on humans and kills them brutally no matter how far they try to run. This was an extremely vicious formation. Sooner or later there would be revenge for this but I was wondering who managed to formed a black blood ghost here in this bungalow of Mr. Hanzo and why now when Mr. H

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.

“The blood of this place is the Blood of Osoro, the very same blood that runs within you. This place is a part of you just like your hand, leg, or any body part you can think of. You did not choose it, it chose you.” She felt like that now, like the whole of this place was a part of her. Tara stopped at the tall steps leading to the hall. She looked at the two mammoth carvings of a bird standing at both sides of the entrance; an owl and a hawk. The Owl was the signature bird of Osoro, while the Hawk signified the witches.

Giant prehistoric birds that glow in immaculate whiteness - the Storks - screech and snap at a volatile, writhing mass of blackness - the Ravens - as the second attempt to spirit the newborn baby away. {You are but the shadow of a person, a smudge that barely touched the page.} The Grim Reaper smiles a crooked smile. I keep my head bowed. Viscous water oozes off my animal exterior and sullies the immaculate floor. Silent videos cast shadows all over the room; all over Death, his henchmen and me. I don’t need to look up at the monitors to see what images Septimus has chosen next to demolish my self-esteem. They’re the slow and rhythmical movements of the Umballici, an entire school of them bo