Cannibal Novelas e Histórias

He said like some chaotic deranged bastard. "First of all, I'm no bitch, I'm a fucking assassin. Secondly," I responded while opening his mouth "I pay with the blood of others not mine" and with that, I cocked the gun, realizing the bullet down his throat. I peeled his blood off my face and licked it. I could feel his gagging on my gun in fear before I pulled the trigger. Bunch of freaks.

noted Jon. "You may be referring to this," said Dante, raising his cane and showing the creature that decorated its handle. Looking at the cane more closely, Jon noticed that the eyes were inlaid with rubies. "Yes, it looks like it's the same creature," remarked Jon, not quite sure if he'd seen the image somewhere else. "A cross between two animals, a hybrid creature that combined the bat and a snake." Jon went back to the painting and said. "That tunnel that spiraled downwards. It also looks familiar."

No one knows how these mysterious killings brought about by a veiled creature began. Some of the people interviewed by Mark in the past admit that such a being is just a myth, it only exists in one's wild imagination. Yet he believes otherwise. He is a victim of the handiwork of the manananggal. He became an unwilling orphan at a young age because of it. He vowed on the grave of his parents that he will leave no stone unturned in searching for their killer.

Bee laughs, but only because she’s developed a crush on him. “No, that there’s an Abnormal in your class year!” I roll my eyes. Abnormals have been hunted by the government and anyone else that can get their hands on them for years. I don’t think it’s right. They are being attacked by people because of their abnormalities, hence the name. They’re special because they have certain capabilities or powers that make them better than the average person, which is why the government wants to stick their fingers in that particular cookie jar. Eventually they’ll find a really strong one they’ll want to try and duplicate the powers of.

I asked trying to keep him on his good side. I wasn't the kind of woman to ust give in to some creep however, I am the type to play on their good side so I can escape. He came over and undid my ropes. But left my feet tied together. I hopped to the nearest bathroom. "There's no window so you can't escape from me. Go." He said in a firm tone. I undid my pants and quickly did my business and then washed my hands. When I had come out of the bathroom this guy took me and tied me back to the table. "What are you going to do to me?" I aked not really wanting to know the answer. "Oh honey, I'm going to eat you alive. I am a cannibal." This guy must have been not the

She could be demanding at times but when she could sense my irritation and fatigue she always backed off. Opening the fridge, I grabbed a bag of carrot sticks and made my way to the couch. I was trying to be healthy but I was too lazy to make food. Living off a rabbit's diet for one night didn't seem half bad. Venus hopped up onto the couch with me and curled into my side. I had Lucifer on — Netflix and chill was the only activity besides sleeping I was prepared to do. If I could, I would quit this stupid job. Everyone else did. Gunnar Astor was a royal pain in the ass.

“You taste as good as you smell. I need to eat that ass!” Oh. My. Gods! He is a cannibal! I don’t know if I am excited or scared, or both, but my body tingles all over.

the man said terrified, falling down to his knees with his hands clasps. "That was the made from the only flock of griffins left in the entire world. Trix furrowed her brow. He spoke words, yet all she heard was genocide coming out. "And you call me filth," she retorted, sending a deadly silence throughout the entire party.

“She’s a Voodoo high priestess who lives on Coronado Island. She helped us find Bruce when he was wandering in the White Tank Mountains. That’s where he met Tatyana. She was running from a pure vampire named Nambru...” “Pure vampire?” chimed Magdalena and Garth together. “That’s what they call themselves,” I explained. “Wadim’s breed are cannibals. They eat flesh as well as drink blood and Dracula vampires only drink blood and consider themselves pure because of it.” “They would,” Magdalena said flatly. “I don’t understand,” I replied quizzically. “I never finished telling you about me, I,” Magdalena offered as she looked at Garth.