Dead Mansion Manhwa Novels & Stories

she replied and seethed at Kyle who gave her a hard slap across the face. “There is another thing,” Gazzeus said and rose to his feet. “I saw the mummified body of a young girl. Must have been up to a day since she dried but I noticed she had black blood.” “Black blood,” Aamon repeated in an uninterested tone and used his thumb to rub his forehead. His hand suddenly stopped moving and he shot his eyes wide before standing from his throne. “Did you say black blood?” he asked. “Yes, master. Isn’t it strange that the witches are back after a long time and the Nightbloods whom we thought were no longer in existence are now being used by them?”

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.

Cassandra broke into the dark room. There was someone lying on the floor, cold and out of the seat. She gasps, screaming in horror. [Zayn!! Smme is ded!! Dead!!!] She texts the male. Feeling the vibrations in his hand yet again, Zayn opens her text to read and gasp as well. The man on the chair, in the control room has been dead for a few moments. Cassandra was terrified to be in the same room as a dead person. She was shivering from head to toe as her vitals were going weak.

", Jane's hoarse voice became a whisper to him. He's looking at her like a father scolding her daughter. " You killed your brother! You're not Jane anymore, you're a demon who was obsessed with a male's blood and orgasm. " Dissolved!", He ordered. They took her in a cell with only one small window. If she won't go from the dead girl's body, she would disappear to the mortal place forever. "Goodbye Jane!", the demon girl said after leaving Jane's body. She's dead. She's already dead.

The dining room looked like a mad house massacre from a horror movie. Remus slowly let go of his embrace of Vastria watching her. Her gaze was locked on the bodies scattered around the dining room. Both stood in a pool of blood; both covered in blood of demons. Vastria stared at the corpse of Eldrid saddened that she had killed him, but just like she had before, she wanted to hide the fact she was interested in death. Even though she could not see his face, she knew what it looked like, horror filled with agony as she had ripped his still beating heart out. She looked to the ripped bodies scattered, torsos of maybe ten demons. An arm laid in the sandwich tray and intestines stuck on the wall

Hours later, Justin came in to check on his boss. A terrible disaster must have really taken place in the underground basement. The kind of corpse he cleared off, some half burnt and some full fleshed burnt. Kim Amstel, the vampire Prince was also bitten to death. He knew that he had challenged Kayden so much to have let the beast in him let loose When he arrived, Kayden Diego was pacing back and forth. He was greatly worried. He couldn't ask him what happened in his present state. He could only bring himself to ask about the lordess. Kayden said the lordess was in a bad state at the moment.

I can't believe this mansion looked so different from before. At the blue walls in the living room, I saw large pictures framed in gold. First was a picture of the kitchen in this mansion. The second one was the long stairway in this mansion. The third was a picture of a room from this mansion. I remember it was the room where my dad and my stepmother, Fatima, killed each other. I walked to the fourth picture and saw a picture of Sewol High, the school Niana burnt. The fifth picture looks like the rooftop where Princess Belania committed suicide. Next was a picture of the forest where I saw Ashton taking his own life. And lastly, a picture of me unconscious and tied in a chair in this mansio

Surely, there's more to this girl that I don't know of. Two days later. Vanora Campbell. Monster. That's what he is. I woke up very angry, this is the third day and I'm hungry as fuck. I think I've lost some weight also. My body shook from being famished for too long. I'm going to kill Zavi. He made my nights horrible with shitty nightmares. Every night, I would suck up on that bed seeing the man that I had killed look at me, with those cold lifeless eyes. The door opened and a very worried Davina came in with a tray in her hands. She dropped it on the bed and said, "Oh dear. I asked you to be careful. Look how pale you've become,"

As much as he was annoyed, he can't seem to shake off his babysitter even if he was a thousand-year-old. "Well then, go ahead and work in my stead now, Dom. I just want to be laid and be indulged in the sins of the world. Truly, the earth is fascinating and full of cardinal sins that it was delicious that I needed more," he said with a smile on his face, and Dom just shrugged his shoulders with a smile. Daemon left the place and walked away and was about to teleport to a place but then he passed by a woman who got his interest. A woman who is quite rather plain, wearing an oversized hoodie and pants. Quite different from the woman who always sees. But the reason why she got his interest is t

“It’s a shame. He should have been since the beginning. Long story short, his brother committed a sin punishable by death. The queen, being a mother, wanted her son to be exempted from the beheading. You guess what his highness did. He executed his own brother and killed himself.” Contrary to her original plan, Danica found herself at the gate of the Night Mansion. The doors were opened by the only sane vampire in a tuxedo who disappeared deep into the garden right after. She had known this to be an exclusive party where people would behave–of course, her thinking was wrong. The garden seemed to be draped with an invisible layer of fog that could addle party-goers’ minds with pleasure, hunge