Dead Mansion Manhwa Novels & Stories

I shake my head violently, But as I expected, Demian still drags me across the floor to take a closer look. The girl is lying in blood. Her eyes are open but she is not breathing. “ She is dead.” Damien leans over and whispers in my ears again. The hot breath comes from his mouth makes me tremble. Yes, the girl is dead. Everyone can tell from her death that she suffered a lot before she die. Now, I only feel a little relieved for her that she will not need to suffer anymore. I hope she will have a better life in another world.

Damian asserted, his voice resolute and unwavering. She sneered, her eyes shifting from Mathias to Fateema, a chilling farewell conveyed in her gaze. "Ekigh-yik," she uttered, and at once, blood began to pour from her nose, mouth, and eyes, before she collapsed lifeless onto the floor. "What is happening?" Damian asked, his confusion evident. "The death spell... She has taken her life," Fateema explained, her voice heavy with the weight of the moment.

“God, this guy is disgusting- oh, great. There's the BLT. All over the cushions...” The door of doom opened as I emptied the contents of my gut. The Grim Reaper sprang from the portal, a horrific phantasm with blood-red eyes. He was nothing but shadow and bone, cobbled of skeletal skin. He put the Watcher in a death-lock and jerked his head viciously. Samael drove his foot into Jakkon's crotch and wrenched backwards, splitting his abdomen in half. Noor's head fell to the ground.

***Frost Palace*** This was the day! Finally the period set by his father for his confinement has finally ended! It felt like forever! Jin Huan sighed to himself as he flopped down onto his bed lazily. As he lay there idly, he fiddled with the package from his Second Brother, by the feel of it Jin Huan knew it was a book! His second brother knew his tastes very well. Frequently when any of his elder siblings traveled they would always be able to bring back presents for them all, and for him it was always romance novels!

He growled. “Can’t handle the degradation? Why not? It’s what you subjected my mother to, all of the succubae to, my female mate to.” I tapped him with his own hand as I counted them off. “I feel like having this time will be a good learning experience for others.” I struck him in the back of his head with his disconnected limb. “Does this make you feel strong? I had one arm. Congrats, demon queen, you got the other. It will never change the fact that I killed you, and I killed your mate.” He chuckled.

He hated how aware he was of it. Tonight, like most nights while his parents were away, Elias sat at his desk in his bedroom, textbooks spread out, earbuds in, trying to focus on his freshman literature assignment. The house felt too big and empty. Until it wasn’t. The front door slammed downstairs with a heavy, commanding sound that made Elias’s heart jump. He pulled out one earbud, listening. Footsteps climbed the stairs. Elias’s stomach twisted with dread. His bedroom door pushed open without a knock. Damien Voss – his stepbrother– filled the doorway like he owned the entire world.

“No, what does it mean?” “Lucy is one of the Cambions, the half demons, the ones prophcied to kill the Nephilim.” Ornais pointed out, staring off. Daniel had no idea what he was talking about. He knew about the prophecy but he never really paid attention to what it really said. All he knew was that if he managed to fuck up collecting Abigial’s soul Azazel, Abaddon, and Lucifer would have not only his head but Elizabeths as well. Now that the deal with the Seven was secure, Daniel no longer had to play their little game.

"It just seemed a bit... Far-fetched." "We live in another universe, with demons who are practically immortal and can do magic with a snap of their fingers." I said incredulously. "I'm dating Satan!" I whisper-yelled with a disbelieving shake of my head. "But the idea that there is an actual... Afterlife, is far-fetched for you?" Elyse led us into another hallway, where more things laid on the floor. There was stuff EVERYWHERE. In every corner, on every wall, even on the ceiling. Micah was a hoarder.

The door creaked open as she pushed it, revealing a scene that stole the breath from her lungs. Inside, the dim light cast eerie shadows across the room, but what caught her attention was the unmistakable figure lying on the floor. Padma. Kyra’s heart shattered as she rushed to her side, the world around her slowing to a crawl. The metallic scent of blood was overwhelming, and the sight of Padma’s still body sent waves of anguish crashing over her. She knelt beside her, cradling her bleeding head in her lap and tears blurring her vision as she seem confused to what had happened.

I rose, the air in the lounge turning tense as I crossed to an empty seat in the corner. I had just sat when one of my friends whispered, “To your left—that’s Ethan.” Ethan Blackwood. Heir to the Blackwood Pack. The prodigy who completed Alpha training by twenty and seized control of his pack with ruthless precision. Cold. Unforgiving. Notorious for never letting anyone within arm’s reach. And I had just stepped into his space. Across the room, Caleb’s low chuckle carried, smug, waiting for me to be thrown out. I started to rise, careful, body bent forward— when the wolf beside me opened his eyes.