Dead Mansion Manhwa Novels & Stories

Grace dealing with the hole in my heart I couldn't believe that my Samson was really gone. I'd missed him before at the brothel but back then it was different. Lots of broken promises were made and not carried through. I rolled the ring around my finger as the tears blurred my vision yet again. I'd locked myself in Samson's and Dane's room and could hear Mortas growling threateningly at the staff. I'm certain he'd killed several as guttural screams echoed throughout the castle. It was on the third day that my hunger drove me to the kitchens. The castle was unusually quiet and it caused a shiver down my spine. I heard jovial singing coming from the kitchen and when I entered my eyes bulged an

With every bit of strength he had left in him, he kept saying the spell, even though his voice was getting weaker with each word he spoke. "Dekekrankem delenfoouud." "Please," he cried out, his sight becoming fuzzy. "Please, just let her be safe." Everything around him started to spin like a dizzying ride, and he felt his consciousness beginning to break apart. But he fought to stay focused, determined not to let go until he knew his baby daughter was out of danger. Finally, with one last push, he whispered the final part of the incantation. In a bright flash of light, the baby vanished, leaving Draven all alone in the temple. He fell to the floor, his body shaking as blood continued to flow

The air smelled clean, the lights warm, the shelves tall and perfect. “Choose the book that pulls you,” the woman said. “It will tell you what you need.” She vanished into the shadows. I walked along the shelves. My hand stopped on one book, not because I liked it, but because something in me reacted. A strange pull. The title was old, written in faded ink:” The Nature of the Cursed: shifters of the Moon.” My fingers trembled as I opened it. Inside were sketches, human shadows twisted into wolves, claws emerging from the hands, glowing eyes in the darkness. I swallowed hard.

she said proudly It was then Jasmine recalled that a ghost cannot withstand a demon…. also a Kandimuse demon cannot be killed because they have ability to get their body heal in split second even if they are shredded or pierced also a Kindimuse demon can only be killed by person in whose blood she had bath in to maintain her youth and power, but kandimuse demon are very smart they always burn every body of their victim in order to leave no weakness of her which can lead her to her death.

His eyes bulged as I lifted him off the ground. Feast, the demon whispered. I squeezed. His struggles were pathetic, weak. Life left his body in a rush, and then he dissolved into black smoke that only I could see. The demon drank it in, satisfied. It was rare for me to feed the demon like this. But today... today they had deserved it. I returned to Valerie, my body filled with dark energy. The demon was quiet now, content. We reached the castle gates and made our way to her chamber. But as we turned the final corner, my blood ran cold.

She then followed him while giggling, he looked quite cute when he was annoyed a while ago. … After they had walked for quite a while, they arrived in front of a tall building which they entered immediately. The longer they stayed inside, the more she felt nauseous, she just saw different kinds of creatures, some she had heard from fairytales, and some were completely foreign existence to her. Where the hell is she? Her questions were soon answered when a woman in a very bright yellow lipstick assessed them. “Welcome to the Afterlife, home of the dead. Ah! You must be the lunati- Fresh meat HAHA! Welcome fellow undeads” her words were quickly overshadowed by a menacing laugh.

H drawled, whipping his fingers in liquid motions. “Of—of course, Prince Haien, ” the demon gulped hard before falling cleanly on the floor with its mutated scaly feet. Damn, no wonder the room smelled of ammonia. The low-class demon actually resides in a sewer-like river of Hell. “I can always give you the soul of this man.” H lazily closed his eyes and basked on the aroma of the fresh blood around him. “How about both? That would be better.” While lifting his hand higher, he opened his eyes and a rush of color changed the heterochromatic ones to a solid, glowing red.

She grimaced in pain but relaxed afterward. The longer Demetria siphoned her blood, the dizziness returned in full force. She thought all the blood in her body had been drained. She began to hallucinate, seeing herself being sucked into an endless void. The darkness was terrifying and suffocating. She was terrified because all she saw around her was darkness, as if she had been transported to another dimension. She could no longer see and feel Demetria’s presence. Is she dying? Did Demetria bleed her to death and she pass away?

he put a finger on his chin “I’m not sure I understand why” She giggled “Okay, you’re a funny vampire. You got a name?” “Aamon” “Aamon? My name is Hadassah” “I know” he responded “Right. Of course, you know that. You’ve been watching me” “It’s nothing creepy” he replied looking a bit embarrassed and she had to admit it was a bit cute. But she still felt the need to ask, “People have been dying and this mark happens to be on their necks” She showed him pictures of the dead bodies and his eyes darkened.

She must save her granddaughter from the same fate that claimed her father. The Jacksons share a common trait: a relentless, unyielding stubbornness. Granny Minama knew this too well. It’s why she regretted ever introducing Demika to the cursed Book of Shadows and leaving her alone with it. The darkness had been calling to Demika, whispering in a language only she could hear, pulling her deeper into its abyss. Granny Minama could see it in her granddaughter’s eyes—eyes now as black as the void, reflecting the demonic forces that sought to devour her soul.