Novel & Cerita Hantu Neraka

I move through the bowels of the Underworld trading network tunnels as a shadow beneath one of the less than savory areas of the city above, blending into the dark castings of rundown buildings. The stench is one of filth, decay, sewage, blood, and grime. Nothing less than nefarious ever happens in this hidden world full of crime and death. This is the place where the scum of the world is disposed of and forgotten, not nearly suitable enough to be welcomed amongst “regular” civilization, noble lords and ladies, and royalty in the cities above. This is societies’ answer for punishing those who commit crime above, a phase worse than death, a literal hell. Guards posture at entrances within eac

Forcing her to witness the killing of all her friends in this heinous and savage way, drowning in a wave of guilt every time the siren enters them and chooses one of them, so she is forced to listen to their cries and wails until they finish them once and for all, and the shame with which this demon drive will defile her. She opened her eyes, staring at the depth of his empty eyes that were attracting her to their decision without any effort, losing herself in their darkness. She felt her mouth float with a viscous, disgusting liquid that tasted like gall running down her throat, which was stubbornly resisting not swallowing, urging her to vomit, and only then did she regain consciousness an

" When I remained silent, they both took me by the arms and led me to the hospital's rooftop. Chester would not stop yammering about how safe it was to leap from the 60-meter-high building. He boasted about the safety net he rigged up below, assuring me that a blindfolded count to twelve would see me land without a scratch. Next, Jane would play her part, calling the insurance folks to check out the corpse. By the time the insurance check cleared, I would be whisked away to Tylandra, living it up without a care. They got more and more pumped up, practically feeling the Tylandra sand between their toes and soaking up the sun. I played along, chuckling, while I sneakily sent the recording to t

The horizon was a jagged smear of charcoal gray and bruised violet. For three years, I had walked toward it, guided by nothing but the rumors whispered in the hushed, terrified voices of dying scavengers. They spoke of a place that held the line, a fortress of humanity amidst the rotting sprawl of the walking dead. They called it "Haven."

”Your life,as well as Ethan’s,is in mortal danger. “Oh God!”Beth rasped again.”What do you mean?”She gripped the banister ever so tighter,until her hand hurt from holding on.She felt faint and nauseous. Against all probability,she was having a conversation with a woman,dead for hundreds of years. “You must listen carefully Beth,”Lady Katherine continued.”A dark spirit seeks to end your lives and she will not stop until she has succeeded in her task,until you and Ethan are both dead.” “How do you know this?”Beth asked,frantically.”Answer me!Please!”

If it is a girl Ma Vista, the child will start having nightmares at the age of 16, some develop a bit later than that and their nightmares finishes in the middle of their 17th year. Suddenly we are at the bottom of the website and its over, that’s all the information were going to get out of it. I look at Ash the bit about meeting the other Ma Vista has never happened before. Now we know we are the last creatures of the light, so to destroy these monsters we have to do it, because if we don’t win, if they win the world will suffer and eventually the monsters will rule the world with the master. Until they became bored of him and this time when he dies, he won’t be reincarnated because there

The static made the hair on my arms stand up, a constant, irritating buzzing against my skin. I stood at the front of the trench. The grit of the Bone Wastes was abrasive against my raw knuckles. The heat of the day was receding. My sweat-dampened shirt grew cold against my back, sending a shiver through my spine, but the metabolic fire in my blood kept my core temperature high. On the ramparts above, the hologram flickered. The blue light cast a sickly, translucent glow over the red sand. Nergal stood there. He was a small, white-robed figure against the obsidian stone. Next to him, a line of kneeling Nulls waited. Their heartbeats were frantic, a chaotic drumming I could almost feel throug

These powerful Underlings learned that if their un-living host killed a living being and infected it with the essence of other spirits, then they could give passage to the spirits and Wraiths of their choosing—angry, malignant entities that only wanted to do damage—entities that the Mother would have never consented to. Soon humans were being killed for food, to generate more of their kind, or in fits of bloodlust. Instead of dining on the life-blood of animals, they had hideous urges to drink from their own human brother or even each other. The spark of humanity was extinguished in these violent undead. They could not procreate or resist the bloodlust that tried to consume them. They became

We do not know where this challenge is going to take place, but we know it will be very difficult. “So where are we going, mother?” Lila asked. “You both are going to the land of no return,” she said. Lila and I gasped. Land of no return is called that for a reason, that is where the dark supernaturals are kept, the supernaturals born with insanity, born with darkness twirling inside them. They have committed a lot of atrocities and have done things that are so gruesome. Time doesn’t move there and all of them can’t die and they are not fed either. They all eat themselves and kill themselves. If we go there, we are like new meats that they all want to devour. The wolves, vampires, demons, wi