Cold Blooded And Bizarre Novels & Stories

I wish i knew how it felt to see one's skin burn due to the impact of a mere liquid. Flock of 'nuisances' if there is a word like that. I'm still trying to believe that this kind of beings exist. They've only existed in books i've read.That part of me sucks anyways, I'm not a good reader. I only read once in a while and the existence of this kind of beings have been a rumour that i got from a book i didn't get to finish reading.

"Lieutenant! You have more experience than me when it comes to Glitch so let me ask you a question. What exactly is an anomaly? In all the books in the camp, there have only been a few mentions of the term 'anomaly' here and there… out of which none of them provide any decent explanation of their origins… except for explicit warnings to run, hide and pray!! What the hell did we encounter yesterday… " "Anomaly is a laid back term that hunter's come up with to describe a beast of unbound strength. An embodiment of nightmares, born from the darkest corners of the glitch. They say, their veins pulsate with torment and barbarity boils in their core. They are the masters of their domain. Beyond co

So in their eyes, I was nothing more than a tool to be completely drained of worth. The storm felt as though it were freezing my organs solid, but I summoned the last of my strength, curled my fingers and pushed the car door open again. My stiff limbs gave way the moment I stepped out, and I fell hard into the snow. Hearing the noises from my end, Zachary scoffed, his sneer almost visible in his voice. "No way, are you trying to rupture the heating pipes again? You can't even bear to hurt a mouse, so why are you acting all scary now?

She said causally. How can a human being be this cold? You just killed someone? The past few weeks I've spent with her has been hell,forcing me to go on dates with her,her dad sending me on death errands, clinging onto me always was freaking annoying and now she killed Luna,the love of my life. I hit some of the bodyguard but they overpowered me. I was beaten and left all alone. I carried Luna in my arms and dashed to the hospital. The nurses placed her on a stretcher and checked her pulse.

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.

Someone mumbled, "Don't look into the cat's eyes." After undergoing all this, I wanted to end my life. It was getting complicated, and I had no more power to endure beyond. With closed eyes, I perceived strange energy. As if I was moving without actually moving. It was tricky to explain what that feeling was, after all. I turned my head around with my eyes slightly opened and found the same appearance. His eye shape was narrow, and the color was golden brown. His bloody red hair was somewhat wavy, and some of his hair was covering his left eye.

Every corner had adorned with rubber rats, hairy hanging spiders, fake spiderwebs, candles, orange and black garland, black bats on strings, paper skeletons, fake headstones, coffins, black fabric draped on the walls and furniture, black and orange balloons, and strings of orange light. The place is well conditioned by recorded sound effects such as: howling, cackling, creaking, laughter, moaning, wind blowing, bats screeching, chains rattling, people laughing, the rustle of costumes, music, glasses clinking, people talking, doorbell ringing, people running up and down the stairs and a yell of a victim from a gruesome killing. It caters to creepy designs of foods such as a head in a plate, w

This girl is just digging her own grave. The old butler was about to leave when in the next second... he was dumbfounded. How could that be..? Maezhei was about to retreat when in the next second, she saw Little White's furry and meaty paw extended toward her… Maezhei blinked. Little White agreed? That simple?! Her Great White would not let her because their paws are extremely sensitive. If she wanted to touch Great White's, she had to find a fortuitous day and cleanse herself with a bath… And it all still depended on luck…

Looking at his contented face, I rubbed the back of his head where he had been knocked, and my fingers were firm around his hair. "Can we continue, Cara?” Alice interrupted our interaction. I glanced at the creature in my arms, which squinted comfortably at the touch. “No problem.” "Good. Now you stand up with it." I wrap my arms around him. The cold sensation of my skin touching his body gave me a shiver. From the moment I touched him, his body temperature was frighteningly low, "His body is very cold." “In cold-blooded, the temperature is passively regulated by nature.”

Then everything froze. Literally. Ice exploded through the corridor. Walls. Floor. Ceiling. Everything. The temperature plummeted. The rogues stopped moving. Unable to breathe. Unable to think. Unable to escape. A terrifying silence followed. Then— A voice. Cold. Deadly. Familiar. “Touch her again.” The words echoed like a death sentence. The rogues slowly turned. And immediately regretted it. Froz White Fang stood at the end of the corridor. Blue eyes glowing.