Hantu Kelong Novels & Stories

My heart is furiously beating as I type the word nonhuman. Many articles pop up so I just click on the first one. There are so many definitions. Sirens,witches, vampires , demons and yes, Angels are there too. Apparently the term is used to describe people who are not exactly humans, people with unusual gifts or powers. The following article says nonhumans are just a myth and that no such thing exists. One says they were real during the eighteenth century but we're destroyed and are now extinct. I keep on reading and even click on the images. The images are a bit scary and definitely not human. The thought that I could be one of those things is more than scary.

The humans went about their business eating dinner and getting ready for sleep; oblivious to what went on inside the large canopy of the dense trees. Deep inside the forest, the scent of blood hung thick in the air. The night had gone eerily quiet as the five creatures were standing in a loose circle. They were oddly shaped- a cross between an orc and a goblin with limbs sprouting from their bodies at odd angles. Their eyes were mere sockets, lidless and black orbs and a slit for a mouth with a set of crisscrossed pincers and a long nose to complete their look. They were the hycwens, a blood-thirsty race of wild and untamed creatures that killed for sport and ate anything that moved.

Hana looked outside, and they were close to the white cloud. "What kind is it?" Claura asked. "It's Zeci." Hana strokes Zeci's horns. "I think it's a lizard." Claura giggled, "Hana, there's no animal of the lizard type. My grandfather was a researcher of the spirit beast. Whenever I see him, I'll ask about it." Claura laughed at Henry, "Henry, you should eat some pastries. That's the gateway, and to get to Scott Hall, you have to go a long way."

Hanzo throat, her each knife sharp finger nail brutally pulled away his entire neck skin revealing his dripping crimson blood and veins…… Jasmine POV: ‘This was horrible’ I thought but dared not to budge my eyes away from her Elena’s Ghoul spirit was engrossed with anger because she kept on slashing more and more skin, vein of Mr. Hanzo neck and at last she furiously pulled out his entire neck bone… his throat… ‘THuBAK……’ Mr. Hanzo fell down on his knees with loud sound as his terrified wide eyes remained glued at Elena’s ugly ghoul face

The one used in creating the zombies. He shone his eyes in terror immediately. "An X-blood is here. Master must hear of this!" He picked the maggot and a smile curled around his lips.

Especially when he saw the time, Harry also did not suspect, because he knew what Hana was like. Hana is a type of mammal species that lived from centuries BC, and did not know the difference between sempàk and kolor. The important thing is as long as it's closed and doesn't invite adultery, that's enough for Hana. "So, who lives with you and who is the babu who cleans up all your slums?" “My brother and two other friends!” Hana exclaimed, "Eh, you didn't bring martabak like that? Martabak sultan near the gas station is delicious, subscribe from the start!”

Just that only. Bruhashpati came near to Hanuman, lift. Hanuman looked at him and tried to rest his head on Bruhashpati’s shoulder. Bruhashpati allowed and started to swing him with a prayer for Shiva, their believed god. Within fifteen seconds, Hanuman slept. With the clue, Anjana took Hanuman from Bruhashpati, and left for another room where Hanuman could sleep without disturbing the outer region. Kesari gestured Bruhashpati for took a seat, and both occupied the space precisely opposite to each other. Bruhashpati asked about the plan and the black viscose liquid that Kesari got from the soiled black area. Kesari explained his finding. His machine suggested that black liquid was natural oi

a sympathetic brother uttered. The men were near the burnt palace premises now, following Jonah behind. There was the sound of someone coming through a partially charred door. It was kept ajar. A young man strode out from it. He stood a few yards away from the men. He was difficult to identify; for his face was partly covered in blood. When he came close, the men cringed in fright, for he wore a skirt of bearskin like theirs. From his belly to his head was bare save for the blood that covered his face, and he had in his right hand, a glittering sword, which he held upward, keeping its sharpest tip above his head. With his left hand, he held a man’s head which had been cut off from the body.

One student in thick glasses said when Olga and Xavier are already out of their sight. "Don't worry kids, even scums get their time in sun. People like those two kids, and their friends, and everyone who only stand by and watch as they tear through people's emotions will have a debt to pay. Remember, karma is always just around the corner." The janitor, Mr. Robert Swanson said.

We raised our bottles and screamed in unison, “Cheers!!” As the night deepens, we decided to share ghost stories and urban legends about LUAHU. Diana told a lot of stories and I loved how she was so knowledgeable about the entire island which got everyone so attentive. Harry excused himself to the bathroom while we were all getting goosebumps with Diana’s creepy stories that is still going around here. Suddenly, my phone started ringing in the pocket of my shorts, as I pulled it out, it was Charles calling me, for the very first time.