Hantu Manekin Novels & Stories

She was right, and I was glad that finally, Nana was open and owned up to her mistake. The summoning ritual took the whole day, but finally, they succeeded, and Mai'Aljanu appeared as a jinni would. The man was scary; he looked like a demon himself. He kept huffing and puffing as if he was about to take in all the air in the compound. The man looked evil; he wore something made of cow skin and had horns tied around his neck. He painted his face black and seemed extremely dirty. He also had a leaf on his head. It was odd; I had never seen anything like it before. The man was pure evil.

Hugo approached Cael, and when Damon and Raven finished, Raven threw the katana at Cael, who caught it. Hugo grabbed Cael, and they quickly teleported. It startled the ghost when two hunters suddenly appeared in front of him and thrust the katana into his chest. Everyone turned towards the portal that was suddenly open. It was a mixture of darkness and light. A creature came out of there. It was like what they saw in the swimming gym on Halloween. They could see fear and shock on its face. A hooded creature came out of the portal. The wings almost remove the feathers. It was wearing a long skirt with a broken hem. Also, it was holding a scythe and they could not see its face. “The grim reape

Behind him is a wagon drove by the manticores, a demon creature with a lion body and a bird claws, a scorpion’s tail and wears a face of a mortal with a row of sharp fangs. “Bonum vesperam, this is the child.” A green daemon has appeared in front of the door holding a girl shivering in fear. It was Aria, the mortal. The Dybbuk look at her keenly from head to toe and when he felt satisfied, he tossed a bag of golds to the green daemon.

They, except Willow, darted their attention to the door and saw a short thickset man, his appearance made everyone in the hall gaze at him. He was putting on a black cloak and a black bowl hat, he held a stick like that of a magician and he had a heavy mustache that seemed fake. He had a black eye bag around his eye socket and he seemed like someone who had seen death and spoke to him one on one. "Okay, I am not attending to that one, he looks creepy" Hazel scurried away. "Neither am I" Billy raised his hands. Piper left what she was doing and cleaned her hands with a towel and walked up to the man who refused to sit but just stood, very close to the door.

Or maybe it was the terrifying pictures that hung down the walls that were the cause of the quiver running down my spine. On both sides of the foyer hung several pictures of demons, vampires and monsters. I bit my nails while I studied the pictures even though they unsettled me. I guessed at least half of the pictures were from the 1500s The first portrait that caught my attention featured a very tall, grey skeleton-like man who was holding several sharp objects in his hands. The skeleton man had worms and maggots in his belly and body, and his dead skin was hanging off his bones like worn-out rags.

And yet there were many other instruments whose purpose Viktor could hardly begin to imagine. These included a human-shaped clay mannequin that had steel pins driven into it, a severed human hand mounted on a wooden base that had lit bait wicks on the fingertips, and something that looked like the skeleton of a baby. placed on a wire frame so that it resembled a macabre puppet. The addition of a bone tail and horns to the skeleton made it look even more haunting.

The walls are made of red rotting wood crawling with insects, and the gravel that makes up the flooring is stained crimson. As my eyes dart around the room they land on a man clad in black. A woman with honey blond hair stands beside him holding a torch. The man is tall with straight black hair and long elven ears. He turns and I glimpse his face. His eyes are orange like a smoldering ember, and his skin is as white as silk. The way his orange eyes glow in the torch-light sends a shiver down my spine. "You have done well, this is the most I have seen in a while," the man states.

The wind picked up, and the leaves rustled with an eerie whisper. "Do you feel that?" Marinetta asked, her voice tense. Harley nodded, his eyes scanning the surroundings. "Something's not right. We need to investigate." They followed the disturbance deeper into the forest, their senses alert. As they approached a clearing, they saw a figure standing in the center, surrounded by a shimmering aura of dark energy. Marinetta and Harley approached cautiously, their hands on their weapons. The figure turned to face them, revealing a gaunt, spectral appearance. It was a ghostly apparition, its eyes filled with a haunting sadness.

“Begin.” Demons leap from the shadows—falling from the ceiling, crawling from walls, even sneaking up behind us. A massive gargoyle-like creature blocks our path, but instead of stone skin, his hide is made of bone. On one side of him is a lion-headed woman in Egyptian garb. On the other, a woman with antlers and a body split down the middle—half rotting skeleton, half cold-eyed human. Others close in from behind, but I’m locked on the horrors in front.

Losing a bulb was almost as bad as losing a man and I'd be kicking myself for it later, but for now, I had a Shadow Man to dispose of. The land to my right had nothing but calf high grass, as brittle as it was yellow, but the left harboured a thick mass of half dead forest, less than six foot away. A man on foot had broken free of his hiding spot and was gunning it after us, running at an impossible speed.