Hantu Manekin Novels & Stories

"I just want to catch the attention of a cute guy that I know." I huffed. "You're trying too hard." Of course, he looked great. Higan was probably the type who would look great in anything he wore. I suddenly noticed a man in a black tux staring at us strangely from near the secretary's desk and I looked at Higan. "Who's that?" He looked over his shoulder then rolled his eyes. "Just someone who needs to find a cliff and jump off of it." I chuckled. I honestly didn't expect Higan to be someone to say that. "Is he that bad?"

Hank offered as he thwarted a vampire’s attempt to pull off his head by biting him in the hand. When the double doors of the castle flew open and a new surge of angry castle supernatural residents poured into the great room with the intent to kill, all conversation stopped. Hank pulled a whistle from around his neck and blew it long and hard. It not only summoned a new surge of zombies to flood the great hall, but it caused the vampires to stop for a brief, stunned moment.

I tried to shout but my efforts were rendered useless by the piece of clothing used to gag me. The bulry man rubbed his bald head with his palm. His long black beard made him look like a young version of Santa Claus. Licking his smoky black lips, he watched as I wriggled on the chair, and then spun around and plodded out of my sight. I let my eyes dart around the forlorn room. Dirt motes floated through the pale light that came from the florescent bulb that hung in the room. The floor boards were rough and covered with dusts, debris of furnitures, cigar butts and empty bottles clustered the floor. The air was impregnated with filthy odours. Suddenly it struck me like lighting:

“You are the Black Dragon indeed.” “So what if I am? I will break every one of your limbs.” Monkey God Hanuman landed on Mane’s left arm, snapping it in half like it was a twig. Mane grunted in pain from the torture, but he would not scream out loud. What was building within him through all that pain wasn’t misery, but rage. It was rage born from being too helpless to stand up and fight. It was rage from being so full of himself that he had underestimated everyone around him. If only he had come here with Alucard or Dracula, he wouldn’t be in this position. And with every bone that the Monkey God broke, that fury grew. Hildegarde watched the sinister smile that had formed on Mane’s face. A c

The house has a beautiful design on the outside with a very big garage with twenty exotic cars. There is also a dog house for their dog and also there is the workers quarter behind the house and it’s also big and well equipped. Manuel Carries Evelyn in a bridal style and takes her into the house and Evelyn puts her hands around his neck and both began to kiss while Manuel climbs the stairs carrying her.

said Mannendake, the bamboo youkai, grinning as he swirled the flute on his fingers. "Welcome, Draco. This place was another dimension within the Sacred Mana Tree's trunk. This is where the spirits reside and meet with the help of Mana magic power. I am Mana, the spirit of the Sacred Mana Tree. The one wearing the red happi vest is Jizo, the leader of the Jizo Warabe spirit on the island on top of Genbu’s shell. And he who wears a bamboo kimono is the leader of the Mannendake spirit, the bamboo youkai. They have been the protectors of the Sacred Mana Tree from a long time ago,” replied Mana, a beautiful woman with moss-green hair that was straight at her waist and earth-brown eyes. Her ears

His voice pulsates in excitement. At once a man appears in front of him out of no where, as soon as Benjamin opens the gates of the haunted house. "Do not go there. It is just an illusion." A man in a long coat with no limbs flying in air appeared in front of him. "It is the evil spirit which is calling you." He warned him. But Benjamin did not care for his words. On a trance he continued to walk ahead towards the mansion. "Our phones are dead. I need to call somebody for help. My wife is laying there unconscious." He points to his broken car.

She had told him about their scary and terrifying figures and their names. The one who was a tall and had gaunt figure with sunken eyes that glowed like smoldering coals was named Morgrath. Her black robes hung loosely around her skeletal frame, giving her an air of ethereal menace. Morgrath was a master of necromancy, capable of commanding the spirits of the departed to do her bidding. Seraphina had told him was said that she wore jewellery made out of the bones and cursed artifacts, which were remnants of her twisted experiments.

Exactly the type to bring home to mama except for the fangs, talons and the huge pair of raven wings on her back. The second is Ankou, a really creepy clown with a constantly nodding Jack-in-the-box head. The face has owl eyes and a mouth filled with canine teeth stretching from ear to ear like a frozen Cheshire cat’s grin. In one hand he holds a whip that used to be somebody’s spine and in the other a drippy clot of blood the size of a volleyball.

At the same time, the rumor picked up the presence of another being, and this time it was a human. - What makes the creation of Reeta so far from its borders? whispered a quiet voice. The monster froze in place, Vic instantly turned around, realizing that this stranger was hardly here with good intentions. Between the trees stood a tall, thin figure wrapped in a cloak. In his hands, the man held a black staff that looked like a charred skeleton. Necromancer. The Vistolet exhaled, feeling chills running down his spine.