Dead Mansion Manhwa Novels & Stories

Today, Edzar, the 34-year-old man stopped his step by seeing an eerie figure standing in the middle of the room with his arms crossed, and it looked out at the giant window in front of him. My God! Thought the guy was about to hop. It's been three days since they met after the meeting at the restaurant, and today he saw that woman is so haunted. Edzar was hesitant to approach, but he had to go that way to his corner office. Finally not knowing what to do, Edzar turned around and decided to have breakfast while the office was packed. On the way back, he saw Dean, his co-worker, the operational manager at the west end of the Tarso Property, exiting his office at the other end of the hall and w

DAMIEL The strong metallic smell of blood is sinking strongly into the corners and walls of the basement in the hideout kept in one of my tankers. Bodies are being separated, limb by limb, for clean up. While the last two men standing are the ones seated in front of me—untouched and all fresh, just the way I like to start my day. The demon inside of me comes to life. And in that moment, I know they were going to die no matter the outcome of my questioning.

And she's surprised when the lock suddenly opens in front of her. She saw an old book inside the vault. A dusty and black old book. Her curiosity becomes even stronger. She took the book and sit on the dusty chair. She opens the pages of the book and started to read its content. "Damien died because of her beloved woman who cheated him on their wedding day. Everyone thought that he really died but actually, he didn't die. He only falls into a deep sleep. And he will rise again once he can drink the blood of a young woman. A special person that has three different kinds of blood inside her body," she stops to read for a moment to catch her breath and then continue.

The freshman dorms — Hawthorne Hall — loomed like a tomb under the blood-red moonlight breaking through the storm clouds. Screams poured from every window. Glass shattered. Bodies slammed against doors from the inside. Kael led the charge, still shirtless, his wounds from earlier already knitting closed thanks to werewolf healing. “My little cousin is in there,” he growled, voice raw. “Or… what’s left of him.” Damien moved silently at his side, crimson eyes scanning the shadows. “Sentiment will get us killed.”

Her voice came out low, "...you know about his death?" "That shouldn't be your next question, Isabella." He made sure to watch her expressions. Her face was blank at first. How did he know her name?! "Wh- Who are you?!" She moved back, letting her back hit the door. She was getting wary of him. He smiled again, happy she finally asked. "Pardon me, my lady. I am a demon by the name, Daimen." He smiled even brighter as if proud he could finally introduce himself.

Before I could strike back, he held me by the throat, lifting me off my feet too. I gasped for air repeatedly, my tears streaming freely as I stared at death straight in the eyes. "See you in another life Mina" he whispered befire plunging his long nails into my throat. Blood gurgled from my mouth and my eyes widened. The demon threw me to the ground violently just like he had done to my mother. Life was draining out of me and I let out a cough, the ruby red liquid trailing out of my mouth. "You will... p-pay for this" I managed to utter those words before I breathed my last.

Jin said, Nikki and I opened our mouths to speak. Jin raised a hand. "Both of you, stay away from me, and don't talk to me." Jin gestured at the two of us as he spoke before walking away. Nikki and I turned back to each other. Nikki stared at me for a while before walking quietly into the bathroom. *** Hell, Hells Teen institution for the damned, August eleventh, Wednesday fifteen eleven pm. It rained again on Wednesday fifteenth, after I died on Saturday eleventh and went to hell that is.

His razor-sharp teeth tore the flesh and chewed the muscle, his body growing plump as he feasted on her guilt. She screamed and tried to get away. But she couldn’t move. The angry Nameless Dead drew near, a pile three hundred thousand deep worming her way in a line four miles long. At the end of the hall, Madame’s skeleton carefully stood. In the dusty red light, Lucky could see the flesh grow. Pale and white, it slithered from the bone and snapped around her limbs, reaching up to her neck and the smooth of her skull. The kimono fell and rose as the darkness pumped fetid air into her dry lungs. Fingers stretched. The head circled on the neck. Hands rose to find the black wig with the high bu

I don't want to terrify him but it's good that he knew what's going on with his body and why he had that unnatural occurrence. " Tell me, uncle! What's going on?" He's now becoming more aggressive to know everything? " Son, don't be surprised if I tell you this okay?" I want to make sure that he was calm and focus. I went to a Google page and I type the word " demon son ", and something pops up on it. I found a Cambion word and his same word Katako. I read it again since many years had passed and vampires and demons reunited after Damon's death. I barely remembered their characteristics and weaknesses so I had to dig again from the very start. I turned around the laptop and face it with him

Frowning, I watch as he stalks onto the sand, reaches down and grabs two handfuls before coming back to stand in front of the table. "Here's an analogy for how much Demon blood you have..." he says. I breathe out loosely. This should be interesting. “Imagine this is a full blooded Demon. Only one such creature exists like that now, who is actually alive, and not cursed unground somewhere." He dumps an entire handful of sand onto the table, a few granules skittering across the surface toward me. I swallow uncomfortably, hating the sound of someone all powerful like that. "Wait-"