Ghost Bur Novels & Stories

With the odds constantly stacked against him as a leader in this dungeon, how can he lead his team out of these floors? Goblin brutes were tougher than hobgoblins. They were physically stronger and had more stamina, even if they weren’t very smart. Goblin brutes were specialised goblins with a bloodline gift to ignore all injury and fatigue in berserker mode. They were more dangerous than regular hobgoblins because goblin brutes could take down catapults with sheer force. A group of brutes could easily break through the tough stronghold stone wall, compromising Stoneberry Keep’s defences.

The Master AI blinked, projecting the route. << ACTIVATING ROUTE GUIDANCE. DISTANCE TO BIOLOGY RESEARCH CENTER: 5 KILOMETERS. >> << ROUTE: THROUGH SLUM AREAS CONTAMINATED BY 'PEEPER ZOMBIES' (NEW VARIANT: 'STALKER ZOMBIE' – HIGHLY CUNNING, MOVES WITHOUT SOUND, SENSITIVE TO WI-FI SIGNALS). << Warning: High risk of falling into the 'Silence Trap'. >> Stalker Zombies? Wi-Fi signal sensitive? Bima frowned.

It resembled heat haze over a frozen pond. Roric raised his lance, but Kael gestured for him to wait. "Don't waste the charge." Out of the gray mist emerged a wolf. But it wasn't an ordinary wolf; it was a Ghost-Packer. It stood nearly seven feet tall, made of a translucent, oily smoke that shifted and swirled. Instead of eyes, it had two hollow cavities filled with flickering violet static-the remnants of a soul deleted by Liora's "Link," yet refusing to leave the physical plane.

the figure said. They looked. Beneath the cracks in the earth, something was moving. Something massive. Something that hadn't seen the light of day in thousands of years. "It's not a drone," Richard whispered, his face turning grey. "No," Joshua said. "It’s a Gravekeeper." The first Gravekeeper clawed its way out of the earth, its metal limbs grinding against the stone. It stood ten feet tall, its eyes burning with a cold, blue fire that made the drones look like candles.

Grayson turned to look at the stone wall, which had a dagger embedded in it. "The first time I came, it almost got me. I saw my dad dying," Hunter said, "I managed to dodge it because I knew about the drugs, and I was prepared to defend myself against it, which is why I'm not hurt." Grayson steadied himself and made sure that Belle wasn't in front of him before taking a few gulps of water. "Thank you for that." "No worries. It happens a lot in ancient tombs. Most of the time, if you see any weird ghosts or creepy things, you don't have to worry about it. It's the drugs taking effect."

I wanted to watch Bradley’s reaction as Hex devoured them, their screams filling the room, and their blood creating puddles on the cement ground. Hex was typically a small man who looks harmless, but he was a special breed of puca. He could shapeshift into anything, and my personal favorite was the wendigo; An eight feet tall creature, if his back weren’t hunched he would hit the ceiling of the garage, he had nothing but bones and flesh with patches of black and brown fur here and there, horns like a woodland animal, his face was skeletal, and if he weren’t too busy eating the humans, I would have almost called him cute.

☆☆☆ Inside It was foggy within but they could still see what lies buried within the cemetery, they walked stealthily like ghosts trying effectively not to attract unwanted attentions. The Zompires are dead creatures considered to be undead, their existence is a curse and an abomination of the hidden world itself. They are ludicrous and predictable unlike other creatures on the planet, they're visibly blind but attracted to noises and lights. They could transform others at will with just a bite but that differs between species. It hasn't been really tested on a dhampir but Rapidfire was not ready to try that out yet.

I smirked at his remark, for a second, I forgot us being an Ambrose. “Just reminding you,” I joked. “What brings you here?” a baritone voice from the only werewolf in human form spoke. “Where are your brown friends?” I asked as Rendall and I switch our direction, every werewolf we see is either in black or grey fur. “You know this is not a place to look for a puppy,” he replied. There is something in his voice that makes it frightening, and gloomy. “Where are your kind that has brown furs?” I sharply asked.

I walk a few steps away from the car in search of my almost victim but I still don't see him. "Hello?" I shout with a shaky voice. "Is anyone there?" Suddenly the lights in the garage start going acting up as they switch on and off repeatedly. Someone is messing with me for sure. "I'm sorry ok, I didn't see you!" I shout hoping whoever he is, he will take pity on me and show himself and accept my apology rather than keep on taunting me. The lights seem to calm down because they are nolonger going on and off. I sigh in relief but as I start to make my way back to the car the light right beneath me explodes and the shards of glass fall around me.

Bo tells him, before glancing at Gray. “No, of course not,” Gray says with a sigh. “There was nothing you could have done to prevent this from happening.” “I have caught wind of a rumor,” Alazaer says slowly, cautiously. “Supposedly there is still some wolfsbane out East.” “Where?” Bo asks. Alazaer drops his gaze down to the ground. “Alazaer,” Gray says. “Where?” “Maine,” Alazaer answers reluctantly. Gray barks out laughing.