Cool Drawings Ghost Mga Nobela at Kwento

Look at all this creepy weird looking creatures" "Breath uwana breath all of this is fake. There is no such things as ghost, no such things as vampires or werewolves ... No such things, so just breath and let's enjoy this. " "Okay okay no such things phew. Well in that case let sit up front so we can get a good view." "That's the spirit 'Mavis Dracula'" "Right back at you Rebelle or should I say brave"

You still fear after death, why can't we as humans? Noami's legs were kicking the mattress hard and her face basically turned purple with pain. The ghost looked irritated and loosened the hold on Naomi's neck, "Do you feel I won't kill you if you speak shit?" "Killing is so old-fashioned, try winning against me in an argument!" "You can't even stop shivering when your near me, do you want me to appear closer? Heh, you might die then~" The ghost tilted her head and scoffed at Dolores.

With a flick of his arm, he splashed a stream of water from the puddle, sending it pouring over the ghouls with a force that took us all by surprise. And as the water made contact with the evil beings, something incredible happened—the ghouls began to dissolve before our eyes, their ghostly forms fading away into nothing as they seem to be washed away by the power of the water. Ricky and I watched in awe as the last of the ghouls vanished into thin air, their eerie wails echoing in the empty street. Relief embraced us as we realized that they were finally gone. We all exchanged a stunned glance, disbelief across our faces as we realized what Cole had done. “You saved us,” I said, my voice fi

“Little ghost.” Next: Shatterpoint

“Is it about your werewolf friend?” Ghost sighed. “Well, he’s not the only one...” He trailed off. Scar’s eyes snapped in his direction. It took a moment, just a moment for him to comprehend the implication, and then he watched as Ghost’s eyes changed color, from bluish-grey to a glowing amber. His jaw dropped, his mouth gaped open...

As she said all these, her voice kept increasing by an octave before finally heaving a sigh of regret saying in a tiny voice, "but I gave them all up for you, oh mighty one, so please can I have today, just this night to sulk in peace?" "..." Silence Another deafening round of silence. "As you wish." Then he turned into smoke and dissipated. Just like that? Really? A cool breeze slithered in through the open curtains but because of the recent departure of a certain ice block, it felt warm. Geneva didn't let her eyes close even for a microsecond for the love of her dear life. She kept wondering if this mysterious ghost –whose name she didn't know of– had anything up his sleeve with the way he

" Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that. "But you can see ghost duh!” I said with full of sarcasm. "Yep. If it's a real ghost, and are you scared in ghosts? Opps.. you’re a ghoster remember?" And my crazy friend laughed as if she wasn't a ghoster too. "Wow am I the only ghoster here? You too" I muttered to her. "Hmm Aeshe whats the feeling of being ghosted?” she asked me out of nowhere. "Did you see the guys who cry when we are leaving them? And to see a guy crying with just a week of flirting with them it would have been a lot of pain that it caused them to cry like that." I said to her.

‘A caustic lie begets a toxic night. “Are you sure you’re a Ghost for real? Not a Halloween artist?” Matt yelled and winced in sheer agony rising to his feet. The ghost snarled at his open mockery. Still, he bolstered himself against the tree and trod towards the shore, a visible combat of hunger and pride has resumed in its full force. The ‘Ghost of the Black’ hauled at his salivating tongue muddling over the dirty hair. ‘Ghost of the Black?’ Untuned with his own consciousness, he addressed the creature taking in the magnitude of it’s irrelevant actions, which amazed yet horrified him. Etched was a sinister smile on the corner of the Ghost’s mouth, he slurped at his hair, blackened in the m

"I am a Night Hallow and yes, I do have quite the interests in machinery." "That's so cool." Noelle mumbled under his breath. "Do you mind if I asked what kind of Night Hallow you are?" "I am a ghoul." she answered him briefly. "A ghoul..?" Noelle gave Asty a puzzled look. Chaol rolled his eyes. "She's an undead monster." "I'm sorry?" "Well, Lana here," Chaol pointed at her. "Is a ghost-like being with a physical body. She looks dead, isn't she?"

"Congratulations to the host for obtaining the zombie skills, Three Thousand Crying Ghosts’ Punch and Frozen for Nine Days!" 'Three Thousand Crying Ghosts’ Punch?' 'Frozen for Nine Days?' Lucas' stunning face put on an excited expression. 'Ain't they made just for Biggy and Scarlet? 'A person has to do good deeds. Kind people will end up being bullied by others, but god will show them mercy. On the other hand, evil people will end up being feared by others but not god.' Lucas looked up at the Three Thousand Crying Ghosts’ Punch and Frozen for Nine Days.