Hantu Pastur Novels & Stories

His words soothed me, and I finally felt a bit of calm. Back home, I collapsed into sleep. Waking up the next day, I found Chester bustling in the kitchen. He looked out with a worried expression and asked, "Feeling hungry? Dinner's almost ready." I gave a small nod and drifted over to the dining table, my feet barely touching the ground. However, when I saw what was on the plate, it was like my blood turned to ice. Liver pâté. Of all things.

Had he told me all that now, I would’ve come to a very different conclusion. The library felt unusually crowded, like all the Blotters were surrounding me and just as upset as I was. And they were. Using the apps on both the tablet and my phone, they explained the origins of those thuds. Sit tight. I know I did. Turned out the infamous Haunters had been to the Manor twice. Once for their first season, and then again for their hundredth episode, on season five. Apparently, they hadn’t come alone on their last visit. Along with all the production crew and sycophants, Brandon Price had brought a dark attachment he’d picked up at some other location they’d investigated. And while shooting at the

Why did this little girl seem scarier than meeting his mom? "Holy shit, Catpig. Who is this fine specimen of a human being!?" Another young girl asked as she came down the stairs. This girl looked exactly like the first except, she behaved like she was high on sugar. He sighed. "Darcy, this is Higan." I laughed, unable to hold it in. "Catpig?" He glared at me. "That's top secret information so, keep it to yourself, buddy." Darcy grabbed my arm and asked, "How did you become friends with Jamie? Did he beg you?"

She wandered through the castle grounds, admiring the picturesque views of the city below and imagining the stories that unfolded within these historic walls. Eager to immerse herself in the local culture, Luna ventured into the charming neighborhood of Malá Strana. She strolled along the quaint streets, lined with colorful baroque buildings, charming cafes, and artisanal shops. Luna couldn't resist indulging in traditional Czech cuisine, savoring dishes like goulash, svíčková, and the famous Trdelník—a sweet pastry coated in cinnamon and sugar.

- I was taken by the final boss of this dungeon. The boss was an ancient tree spirit; the forest itself was its body. It didn't kill me. It revealed itself only because I had burned part of its woods previously, leaving a huge scar across its land. And now, it demanded compensation. It wouldn't let me go until I replanted everything I had destroyed. Its voice was neither male nor female. "Kid, that lunatic hacked his way through my forest just to chase you down. So you don't get to walk away from this. And don't worry. I brought your companion, too."

Hansen Huang briefly, but still furiously. “So, that may be the one you saw at the museum yesterday evening…” said Mr. Darrel de la Croix turning his eyes wider and bigger. “No… He was really at his friends’ anniversary party yesterday night. He’s got the photo of him together with some of his classmates. I’ve checked already. He told me his classmate’s name is Pierre Zhaopardy. There’s really a senior high school student named Pierre Zhaopardy, who owns a luxurious villa in Bogor, and yesterday night he really held a kind of anniversary party in his luxurious villa in Bogor. It matches with the story Eriwan told me. So, who has told a lie here?”

We needed the intel anyway. “So, how’d everything go?” Nathan asked, casually raising the bet. I tossed in my chips. Tomas folded with a scowl. “Man, it was a fucking shit show. The Riding Hoods rustled up some asanbosam—closest thing to real-life vampires you’ll ever see. Picture a bare-ass monkey with huge claws and bigger teeth. They turned them loose on an entire village. Killed everyone—men, women, kids. Even the pets. Drained fucking dry.”

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Thankfully the beasts came with fodder and a caretaker, because she had no idea how to manage them. Shopping wasn’t all that bad with Raziel along to give her pointers. Too bad he seemed to regard it as annoying as having teeth drilled. One thing she wondered, though. “How come you guys have this cow thing here, but Jasmine said the Haunt had no dairy animals?” “They don’t at Jayems’s citadel or anywhere else, for that matter,” Raziel explained, his eyes searching the path for danger even on the short walk back. “The milk beast is very stupid, its milk quite sweet. Not many Haunt tolerate them or care to drink their secretions. This province is unique in that.”

But was it the happy ever after for the royal kingdom and people of Hamster? The dead body of Otaku was found by some Aghoris who passed by the way. They were experts in practice of black magic and sorcery. With their evil powers they brought Otaku alive. For the wickedness he nurtured in his body and blood, Otaku became a master in Tantrism. He is now no more a human who has life principled to birth and death but a vampire, a sex hungry beast and a lust filled addict who had mastered on sorcery.