Dead Mansion Manhwa Novels & Stories

His throat tightened, his hands lying limp at his sides that he couldn't feel, his body feeling heavy, his breath slowing down, and the darkness began to creep at the edge of his sight. His life flashed before his eyes, the war, the day he stood before the Demon King’s twisted corpse and felt triumph. He should have run, taken a new name, lived a simple life somewhere quiet, but he didn't. He stayed, he thought the people needed him. And now the people were the cause of his death. His eyes closed, darkness finally taking over, the sound of his heartbeat slowed down. And then he took his final breath. ******************************* Lysan gasped as he jerked off the bed before his mind could

The way his hand wrapped around the girl’s neck— I swallowed air. Lucian slammed into her harder. “Lucian! Oh my—Lucian!” He groaned, deep and dark. “Good girl.” I think my soul left my body. HOLY. FREAKING. SHIT. Suddenly he slowed, pulling her up by the back of her neck, pressing his mouth near her ear. “You’re going to cum when I tell you. Understand?” I felt that in places I didn’t even know existed. I jerked back from the door like it burned me and stumbled silently down the hall.

“Only until they have forgiven themselves. Suicide is no sin, Fianna. It is a tragedy, truly, but the depths of despair a person are in to commit the act are punishment enough.” We walked in silence as I absorbed my surroundings, glad of the colombina mask I wore that disguised my appearance. We rounded a corner, entering the heart of a grove. A bare-chested demon in harem pants with skin black as night bowed to Samael, his skin studded with a silver dusting of ridges and tattoos. Deer antlers crested his head, woven with red cloth and silver bells that sounded as he rose. Samael gave a cursory nod. “Dantalion. Is the hearse ready?”

Georgia's POV The first time I stepped into Josiah's house, our house, as he constantly reminded me with that razor-thin smile, I knew I had made a deal with something worse than the devil. Devils, at least, wear their intentions like a second skin. They do not bother with Victorian exteriors and stained glass and the particular kind of beautiful lie that promises sanctuary while delivering a cage.

Suspended directly over that rushing vortex, caught in the severed mechanical arm of the destroyed High Assessor, was Damon. ​He had not survived the format reset untouched. The machine's steel scissors were still locked around his naked human waist, their high-frequency editing edges pulsing with a dull, persistent amber light that was systematically bleaching the remaining gold-lined black aura from his skin. His human body was pale, caked in black ash and frozen grease, his head hanging low as the severed machine arm drifted down the violent current like a piece of abandoned industrial wreckage. He was slipping out of the layout entirely, his human heart stuttering as the cold ink of the

She kept following me around on all fours, finally grabbing my cheeks and pulling it towards herself. " Unbelievable! " I was fighting to get out of her grip. " What are the odds that I would run into a dead girl in this wasteland. Oh My Stars! " She let me go and clapped on her own cheeks. " Why are you calling me dead? Do you think ghosts breathe? " I felt rather offended at her allegation. But she smirked. " Because you are dead to the world girl. You were dead for so long..... Where are you coming from? "

I can't just idle while my cousin is about to die in the hands of an evil witch, you know. "Right, of course." I smiled a bit. I admire how close they are to each other. It reminds me of the bond Demitri and his brothers have. And yeah, plus Prince Evan. Lucia chanted something quickly and the next moment, white smokes flowed out of her hand and formed a man-like structure. She made four... nine... a dozen... until she had like a battalion. She breathed heavily and almost lost balance. Good thing I was quick enough to hold her.

What could go wrong? “So I’m thinking of going for a walk tonight, late. Anyone want to join the spooky walk?” Wade asks with a smile. Me and Penny look at each other and smile. We both turn to look at Wade. “Where to?” Penny asks. “Dead Man’s Woods?” Wade says. “Are you crazy?” I shout. “No? Ghost hunt should be fun!” Wade says excitingly. Me and Penny just shake our heads. The reason it’s called Dead Man’s Woods is in the name. Many people have either been murdered there or commit suicide there. So it’s the perfect place for a ghost hunt.

She paused and squeezed my hand. "They are called Deamhans. They are a breed of...deamons. They feast upon the living. They are the ones killing outside. They are the murderers, Alice. That's what you saw back in Chicago. I assume they are after you. They claim the Blessed for themselves or they drained their blood. They turn them into one of them. But I sense that their interest in you is quite different. You are different, Al. Half-vampire, half Blessed. You are a coveted price among them and so much more." I am petrified. I'm being hunted by a hoard of daemons-Deamhans-and also by another thing or a person. This cannot be happening to me. Just weeks ago I was a normal school girl and now

she says leaving the house and heading out to face Gwanhoya. Death and destruction are her path and the name Gwanhoya means death or a cold body. She devours corpses relieving the souls out of them. Tearing the limps of their bodies, burning their bodies and decaying them. With her face excited and satisfied by the screams and cries of the residents of the enchanted forest. “Enough, demon!” Genteel shouts floating in the sky. Gwanhoya and Genteel glare at each other. In her mind Genteel is contemplating that she is the one that killed her daughter after she had turned her into a minion. The power coming from her feels evil and dense and there is a soul trapped inside.