Hantu Manekin Novels & Stories

The hood over his face pooled in his eye sockets and nasal cavity. The phantom advanced in broken movements. He held out bone fingers as if scraping the air. I screamed for the life of me. “Get that thing away from me now!” “Silence, Shannon,” Samael demanded. “Where are your manners?” The phantom tilted its head. I could swear it snickered with a voice like dry desert wind. “They jumped ship when you summoned a skeleton.” “I SEE YOU HAVE DISCOVERED ANOTHER ACCESSORY, SAMAEL.” Dumah hissed, drawing out Corpseboy's name. His voice was like scraping knives

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.

The ghost says nervously. The man with the peacock feather fan sighed in disbelief. "I knew you were gonna make trouble but I didn't think it would turn into a full scale panic on the island. My name is Xia-bin. I do not have a surname." he says. "Min daren* is actually a subordinate of the Benefactor as he is cursed to disappear the more he uses his abilities." The ghost shows his hands or rather his left hand. His right hand is gone and is left with an elbow stub but his left one looks transparent.

Just now did Charlando notice the little names at the lower part of the compartments, with names of different supernatural monsters, including, Dark-gold Pythons, Greenback Direwolf, Dark-scaled Rhinoceros, and so forth. "That old person Simpkin sure has large chunk of change to toss around. Reproducing a mixture? That is over the top! Mana doesn't exist any longer, and the magi are not faring any better. How might you make mixtures without mana?" considered old Tom as he shook his head unremittingly. "Then, at that point, shouldn't something be said about this thing?" Charlando waved around an enormous, fixed bamboo compartment that was very nearly a meter long. Hints of streaming fluid cou

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.

Too fucking bizarre to even contemplate, to even have been real. Still, it was funny, how the thin giant’s head didn’t seem nearly as large and monstrous tonight as it had when they were younger. There were other Halloween decorations on display along Brazier Drive, amid these sleeping Houses of the Holy. Richard noticed some window-cling mummies, and a bedsheet ghost in the trees. An autumn-harvest scarecrow with a pair of dullish orange pumpkins (whose fleshy insides must be turning to stringy, seeded mush with the warm September days) sat on the porch stoop next door.

Bon opened the door and signaled the three girls to follow him. A black hallway with glass displays on each side where shown and each glass displays had a mannequin laying on a bed that was in an upright position, 3 lady mannequins, nude and without hair was on their left side in three different shades, while on the other, there's numerous kind of jars with human organs in formalin, eyes, hearts, kidneys, tongues. Blanche wasn't stunned to see this room of Bon, she had an idea that human bodies were rotting in their mansion but she didn't expect that he had this kind of display.

In front of him, Yun Fei suddenly stopped and raised his hand. Everyone stood still in a hurry. Yun Fei pointed to several figures swaying in the glass door and whispered, "Those are the things." Everyone looked up and saw several swaying figures clearly. Were those still humans? It was only a dried skeleton, and it was covered with a dirty and messy yellow, white coat. It kept walking back and forth, and its scarlet eyes seemed to be glowing, which were particularly scary in the dim light. But they seemed to be blind.

The scenes continued to flash in turn: ghosts in the forest, men in the forest, the wolves came, the men feared. "They bowed down before Death at the cave," she muttered, putting her hand to the dancing images of the men bowed down before a large hooded figure with cold eyes and strange countenance. There was a fire before them and the men gathered round to worship the spirit. "No..." she said, correcting herself as she examined their unearthly visitor, "not Death... Malkouth."