Dead Mansion Manhwa Novels & Stories

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-"

Is it something that'll change everything if it's exposed to the world? And if Damian knew what was on that page… had he been the one to rip it out? My stomach twisted violently. I slammed the book shut and shoved it aside. I couldn't bear to look at it anymore. The shadows on the walls seemed to crawl closer. I curled my knees to my chest and buried my face in them. All those bodies, why keep them? Does Damian have a fetish for dead bodies or this is something completely different. Something unexpected. Something bigger than I expected

Xander whispered, it felt like he almost whispered it to himself. "This is where the real issue lies, this isn't just dark magic, it's necromancy of the darkest order. The souls of these demons were twisted and bound, forced into this horrible skeleton. It's... it's horrifying." Daisy’s voice gave little waiver, as she was not even sure what was going on. As I gazed at the abomination before us, a sense of dread washed over me. Earlier I had thought that Lizzie was just boasting about her master, but now when the proof was lying in front of me, I couldn’t make peace with it.

he asked. "I think so," Yoseob frowned. "Please don't tell me you're gonna call him! The guy is a nutcase!" "Call him," Joonjae ordered. "We'll need him in case if there is a demon inside Lee Shinah's husband. Sometimes, they latch onto the nearest host they can find after killing off their current vessels. Who knows, he might be possessed too. We don't want another person to die." Death would be kinder for him though, Yoseob thought but did not dare to voice it out. His boss was done with bloodshed and wanted to run away from his past life.

She is her master’s creation as her façade as his older sister finally starts where she is now the headmistress of the hunter’s clan. “Now, now, now. To that very place.” To the mansion that’s slowly crumbling down as the flames are eating it whole and turning everything into a rabble. She hums her favorite death song as she gracefully walks unto the corpses and the pull of blood of the fallen. Stopping as she arrives at her next destination, she pushes the double door open she draws a sinister smile and is greeted by him. “You’re here.”

He gives me a thumbs-up and wanders away. Callista's tiny voice comes through sobs, "Sorry..." "You don't have to be," I stroke her back with an arm, "But what happened?" She raised her head off my shoulder slightly and sniffled. "They aren't sure if they can cure me." I feel as if a bucket of cold water had been upturned over my head. "Why so?" "The magic they used came from corpses," She mumbles, her arms tightening around me. I flinch. "And it's called death magic. A Chamber of Despair is always powered by death magic, and when they use human corpses for it, the results are almost always impossible to reverse."

' Hastening to the door, I found it devoid of a lock, and it appeared deserted. "A'amu, A'amu, A'amu," I said in tears, calling out to my uncle. The house was simple but much more affluent than where I was running from. It hinted at the prosperity and comfort of its inhabitants. An undercurrent of fear permeated the atmosphere as I cautiously explored the surroundings. Yet, I realised I was navigating through the memories of another's body, leaving me uncertain whose mind I had invaded. Gazing at the wall, I discovered an inscription that declared the occupants as the descendants of Prince Ashgar the Fourth—undeniable proof of royal lineage. Filled with awe, I hurried forward, and a youthful

CHAPTER XXIV: I am Home Archmistress Demia stomped her long staff on the ground. Then, a big gray pentagram emerged underneath the cross I am hanging on. She was really serious when she said she will exorcise Mammon inside me. But the only way to do that is to kill his host, meaning she’s planning to kill me. “How dare you hide the truth from us, Cerina! You just have formed a blood pact with a demon? I can’t believe you!” she angrily uttered at me. I lifted my head and looked at her straight in the eyes.

Reapers have tricks beyond death. A shimmer of shadow wrapped around my fingers. In seconds, all three collapsed like puppets with cut strings. I rushed down the hall, following the cold pull of energy that always led me to dying souls. The door to the bathroom was ajar. Inside, my heart stopped. She was drowning. Her head was shoved beneath the water, limbs flailing weakly. The man holding her didn’t even flinch. “Let her go,” I said calmly, stepping into the doorway. He didn’t listen.

🎀CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE🎀 Zayla exhaled slowly, her chest rising and falling. “How… cunning.” The woman let out a quiet, knowing laugh. “Indeed. Very cunning.” She leaned closer to the fire, as the flames crackled. ”Let's get back to the story..” “The demon eventually claimed his body,” she continued.“At first, the prince was still aware of himself… but slowly, the demon took full control. Then came the strange deaths. Unexplainable events. Fear spread through the palace like a sickness.”