Hantu Dodi Novels & Stories

It was his first time wishing that no one in this world could recognize him. Hank was astounded. ‘Why would Penta-sun Doyen show up here?’ “I’m Hank Veal. It’s an honor to meet you.” Penta-sun Doyen could not be bothered to pay attention to him. On the other hand, Hank’s subordinate had also brought over Nancy. The old woman bowed at Kayson and said, “How can I help you, Mr. Yarde?” Kayson pointed at Penta-sun Doyen. “I believe you have a Vodu Worm that is used for manipulation, right? It’s the type that prevents someone from betraying another person, you know?”

They stopped before me, the engines coming off one after the other. Henrique Crimson Sparrow took off his helmet, his short strawberry blonde visible under the full moon's light. He had a scar running down his chin. He smiled, stepping off his bike. “You nuts have a death wish, Xavier? Coming here alone?” I smiled back, a cold smile devoid of any humor. “Who says I’m alone?” Henrique Crimson Sparrow looked confused, and looked around the space. Henrique followed my movements with his eyes. Then, the forest came to life.

"The game difficulty has been upgraded. Only high-level ghosts may remain in Happy Home. Mid-level ghosts must evacuate the residential complex immediately." The fatal mechanical voice echoed throughout the entire building. "What?!" Nicole couldn't help but scream. Granny Rosa was the only high-level ghost they could currently access. Without her as a messenger, they would all die here without question. My father and brother's expressions flickered with panic as they paced back and forth, unable to find a way out.

My fingers tightened on his shoulders, practically willing him to answer. “O-positive,” he rasped, just before a fresh wave of agony crashed through him, wrenching a scream from his throat. I whipped around to Jade, fear prickling down my spine. “What’s happening? Why is he—” “She pressed her lips into a grim line. “Damn it. I think the clot that was keeping the poison at bay just burst when I started flushing it out.” She barely paused, grabbing a scalpel from her kit. “We’ve got to drain the blood before it spreads, but I don’t have any O positive with me. He might not make it if—”

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

“Ye know all bout the hunger part, I’m guessin.” His guts twisted as he thought of Eddie . . . and Jones. He squirmed. It was probably his imagination, but his clothes seemed tighter than usual, his legs and arms sticking out several inches from the cuffs and sleeves. “And?” Hartley dangled the charm from its strap. “I’m guessin’ this here is an old conjure for what they used to call a ‘Wihtikow’, roughly translated as Wendigo. Some dialects even call it Ithaqua . . . ”

she says as tears fill her eyes. The first one looks at me with wide eyes and stammering, "You're the Dhamphir? There's another one? How? When?" "Tsk tsk tsk," Anita says shaking her head holding his chin in her hand, forcing him to look at her. "You're never going to get those answers." She grips him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him to his feet before singing her fangs in his neck. I grab the other one who seemed too stunned to move and drain him in seconds. I feel my strength restore and sigh with relief.

Dante: “Fuck…” I hissed, wrapping my fingers around my mate’s hair, pulling it up in a makeshift ponytail as she sucked me off. Bobbing her head to take me in her mouth, making a low moan escape my lips. Her hand stroked what she couldn’t fit in her mouth, occasionally lowering them to my balls, squeezing them gently, making my eyes roll to the back of my head.

"If you are his bride, the herbs might not even work." I nodded. “Got it.” “Here, that stuff smelled vile, wash the taste out of your mouth with this.” Sáta smiled, handing me a cup of mead. “If I didn’t know better, I would think you are trying to get your leader drunk.” I smirked, taking the cup. “Maybe we are,” Hetha put in as she walked over. “She rises.” Sáta laughed. “Where did you guys go last night?” I asked her.

Whoever she is , she's going to use her to get Damon. She smirked again finally relieved. She had finally seen Damon weak point she wasn't going to let it slipped pass her. She was going to haunt him, eliminate all his loved ones same way he did her. She recall pleading with him not to kill her brother, zede. He was her only sibling but Damon had refused. She had watched him shot Zede right in her presence. Her pleas were in vain. It took everything in her not to scream nor cry either as she didn't want Damon to suspect she and Zede were related.