Hantu Kappa Novels & Stories

I replied, listening harder to where the sound of the voice was coming from. "She smells like The Beta of The Ahnalu Rah Tribe, Ethan Cross." Another voice chimed in from a different direction. Raising a brow, I shook My head knowingly, I was going to have to put up a hell of a fight. "We should take her to Buddha." A third voice piped in. Hearing the new voice join, on instinct I started to run back in the direction I came from, with not even knowing who my opponent was... I had not other choice; Either way I was totally out numbered as a half vampire.

That pretty much sealed it for me. Delta Kappa Epsilon is a fraternity mostly populated by the supernatural. I’ll be updating the guild database when I get home. I hoped these men wouldn’t grow up to be monsters killing for the sheer fun of it, but it’s better to be safe than sorry. Besides, I trust the guild now that it’s primarily in Mushin’s hands. He’s mated to a seer vampire. He won’t go down the dark path Khalid’s parents did. Khalid, Isis, and Aunt Sarael would never let the guild take that path again.

Queen Isle screams again, and the men chanted again. "Do as much as you want, my dear Isle," Beta Kappa nastily says in his mind. "....enjoy all the glory of the world because very soon, I will kill you and gain all the fame to myself," he hatefully put in in his mind, gazing devilishly at her as he stood behind her.

Marcus cast his eyes down as his shame covered him like a new winter’s coat. “ For now,Noah, please just trust me.” For a while after Noah left his room, Marcus stared up at the ceiling, feeling like the lowest form of life for lying to his best friend. How could he possibly explain to him that his dad and new girlfriend were being haunted by an ancient spirit, the same one who haunted his gran and her sister years before? “ Hello Marcus.” The voice which suddenly interrupted his thoughts, was melodious and familiar. Marcus looked to his side and by the light of the moon beaming through the window, he saw her.

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.

¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶ A ding on his phone set his eyes opened and what he saw shocked him to the cure, it was a email, from the great vampire's land, they had accepted their invitation to attend his ceremony of becoming a good alpha. "Now what is that smile on your face alpha Lucas?" Kira said, stroding towards Lucas in a bikini, her body was wet from taking a shower, her baby bump was getting bigger and bigger, for werewolves, they take a minimum of six months and a maximum of seven months to give birth to their pups. "The great vampire king accepted our invitation." Lucas said, handing her the phone for her to see the message. When Kira read the message, she felt her heart reeled with joy.

“I, Blake Wulfric, elect Lucas Hemming as my beta, to be loyal to and lead the Midnight Maple Pack alongside me.” Luke followed my lead. “I, Lucas Hemming, accept Blake Wulfric’s election to be loyal to and lead the Midnight Maple Pack alongside him as his beta.” We touched our newly sliced palms to each other, and I could feel a physical bond being formed between us. Once the feeling passed, we separated, and the crowd cheered even more loudly than previously. I looked down to see that my palms were already healing due to the enhanced werewolf healing abilities. We went to join hands with our families, with the priest in the middle who led everyone in a chant. I could hear the crowd below c

But I didn’t expect that to last much longer. A shiver crept down my spine. The skin under the patch, beneath the black turtleneck, tingled and throbbed. I exhaled. This was hard. But I was doing so well. I deserved a fucking medal for not giving in to instinct and chaining her to the goddamn porch. “There he is,” Adolf muttered. Sure enough, Alpha Kane stood ahead, a heavily pregnant woman brushing her fingers through his brown strands. Six gammas and two servants flanked her.

"Before you took me back, I grew up in this instance. The three bosses here are my family. So tell me—what's wrong with calling this my turf? And if someone orders me around in my own turf, shouldn't they get slapped?" Laughter immediately erupted around us. One veteran player even wiped tears from his eyes from laughing too hard. "Little Missy, did your dad hit you so hard you went stupid? You actually dare say the three bosses of Happy Home are your family?" Not a single person believed me. After all, the survival rate of this instance was terrifyingly low. The red-clad female ghost had once slaughtered an entire room of players in three seconds, then hung their corpses upside down from tr

“I’ll just confront him. No point in dancing around it.” Gabriel gave me a knowing look. “Good idea. Who says you can’t avoid a miscommunication trope?” A sudden shout broke through our conversation. “Stupid Kappa!” We both turned toward the sound. A group of werewolves stood a few feet away, surrounding a kneeling Kappa who was trembling from the cold. His clothes had been torn off, and deep lash marks covered his back. Tears streamed down his face as he begged for mercy. “You think just because you’re a rank below me, you can talk back?” snarled Zed Lockwood, Dylan’s younger brother and a Zeta. He kicked dirt into the Kappa’s face, his expression twisted with fury.