Hantu Neraka Novels & Stories

In this entire domain, there is a place where Tadhg Walter needs to cross two people to leave this place, they are the ones who hold all the taboo secrets. Break Bone Human is only afraid, Tadhg Walter goes through many battles, he will be tired. But Tadhg Walter felt normal, calling Break Bone Human continued. The first, called Haunt Uncle, is a middle-aged man who uses witchcraft, along with demonic techniques, and has a cruel personality. The second one is the Ghost Scene Female General, she is said to be over sixty years old, but she practices dark magic, sucks blood, and looks like a young girl.

I turn around to see an older gentleman who looks like a doctor walking towards me. “Hello, my dear Ms. Dreasden. I am Doctor John Hopkins, Nelli’s psychiatrist. I was told of the events tonight and not to alarm you, but if at any time the lights go out close your eyes and do not open them no matter what you hear. Apparently Nelli is loose and not under control. See Nelli has no soul. She was born with the blackest eyes of any human being I have ever met. If she sees the fear in your eyes, she will scratch them out before she kills you.”

"But -" "Lillith, listen to me. Would you have found him if he’d been Taken?" She nodded, wiping her wet cheek on her knee. Nick being Taken, becoming one of the countless people that had stepped too close to a dark corner and become, for lack of a better word, possessed by a shade, was our biggest fear. When they took hold of your body they forced you from it, sending your wandering soul to the other world whilst they used your flesh to fight the rest of us in the light of day. It was these faces that Lillith searched, trying to find our brother.

The family whom I hunted to the last member of their clan, even to their unborn child. Debris and wrecks, I made my way through them until I reached the only remaining door. The cellar. I jumped down the two-story spiral staircase buried underground; crimson lights illuminated the hallways, hunted by the souls I put to rest beyond their time. Feral souls were buried here, and Tauri will become one of them. He will be forgotten and I will have one less enemy after this night. Henry was leaning against the wall of the hallway, covered in moss, a witness to the true identity of the king they were waiting to sit on the throne.

I squinted into the darkness, expecting someone to be there but found no one. I frowned, "Why are you so frightened?" In the moonlight, I could see the beads of sweat on his forehead. Wiping it away with his arm, he whispered weakly, "It is the dungeon of Supernatural Council; the place where the most deadly and ruthless lycan or werewolf criminals reside. The most cunning and the wicked ones who tend to linger in the darkness and attack when you least expect it.

As the moon dipped below the horizon, casting a dark shadow over Gettysburg's battle-scarred landscape, Reid and Elena prepared for the forbidden ritual. They stood within a circle of candles, their flickering flames dancing across the faces of the ancient tombstones. Elena's hands moved with deliberate precision, etching intricate symbols into the earth. Reid watched, his eyes burning with determination, as she poured a crimson liquid into the center of the circle. "The blood of the innocent," she whispered, "to awaken the Devouring Shadow."

The goblin continued to point out albeit tracing his filthy, thick, scarred fingers on Amethyst's cheeks as if he were applying 'witch hazel' to make her skin even and warm. "I'm all ears!" In a mocking tone, Amethyst tittered the words out, making the one in front of her flinch with visible rage at her utters. Twisting his lips, Thunder closed his large, yellow eyes and took a deep breath. "I…I think there might be a creature that will give you all that your heart desires — the power and a hand to take down Wendell." Thunder hissed. "The one whose life has ended way before Nerida was born but is considered undead and feeds on the blood of the living— A Nosferatu!" Thunder emphasised, giggli

I pointed to her, "Yours included, just like you are now. Hungry demons aren't meant for court duties and I realize that now." I could smell the fear coming from her as my hell hounds inched closer to where she was hanging from the wall. My hellhounds had saliva dripping from there mouths as there growled at Rosa. Rosa tried to get out of my invisiable embrace, struggling against the wall, kicking and screaming for mercy. I smirked and snapped my fingers again. She screamed as the hell hounds latched on her legs, dragging her down to their level. I watched as they tore her limb by limb, blood spraying the walls, and the sound of them chewing on the bones echoed throughout the room.

AS I STEPPED INTO the hallway, the pitch-black paint nearly left me in the dark, but I was used to it and soon enough my eyes adjusted to the lighting. Curved into the walls were vines decorated with spikes. The carvings are as pitch black as the wall itself, so anyone who got too close to the wall would be sliced open by the spikes. I wasn't looking at the spikes, though, but at the things hanging from them. Thousands of little objects hung from the spikes: necklaces, bracelets, watches, etc. I took every piece from a corpse the Nightmare Master forced me to massacre.

He looked again at the book I was carrying and let out a sigh, as if what he was about to say weighed more than he had expected. “What you saw last night…” he began, his eyes serious, “wasn’t a nightmare or a hallucination. Scarlett, the creature that almost drowned you is a gorgon. A princess of the lake, to be exact.” The words barely seemed real, and for a moment I thought it had to be some kind of joke. “A… gorgon?” I repeated, incredulous. “Like in the legends?” “Yes.” Alex nodded, his expression completely certain. “I don’t know why a lake princess attacked you, but I promise I’ll find out.”