Hantu Pastur Novels & Stories

My heart skipped a beat when I heard the masculine voice, as I turned around to see the owner of the voice, I was too stunned to speak. The sight before was too appealing to my eyes, I couldn’t help but stare. There He was, standing on his crutches HALF NAKED! The only thing covering him was his undershorts. I never knew someone could look so hot on crutches “Are you deaf, who are you?” Embarrassment flushed on my cheeks as I realised my mistake “Umm.. sorry for the intrusion,” I said in a high-pitched voice “I'm.. the new secretary”

One answered with enthusiasm, “The master allows us one day a week to run free in our natural forms to our heart’s desire. Isn’t he so kind!’’ I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. The doors were suddenly open, right before the sharp sound of bones snapping and screams of horror and pain echoed in the bedroom. I watched as the four redheads, seeming to move in similar motion, transformed into wolves. I had never seen it before. My mother has never told me much about it or how it would happen. It was a topic she greatly avoided.

"It’s a goat, you coward. If you can't handle a beast, that's your failing." The man with the scarred lip looked at me, then back at the goat. "It isn't a beast. We didn't find it. It found us in the mountains of Anatolia. We’ve been trying to drown it, burn it, bury it... but it keeps coming back. We keep it in the circus because the crowds keep it distracted. Without the noise, without the eyes of a thousand people... it starts to look at one person. And that's when the dying starts." Grandpa pointed the shotgun at the men. "Off my land. Now."

I watch the movement of his lips as he talks and I can think about is how much I want to bite that lip. My thoughts scare me. I have never been a violent person, except of course when I'm defending Sky. But right now it has nothing to do with Sky, it's Aurora, she's hungry and she's using me to get to her prey. I wish I can say that I want to fight the urge to pounce on Daniel, well I'm guessing that's his name. But I want him beneath me, helpless and desperate as I feed on him. I can already picture it happening in my head.

“Lead the way.” Nodding, Sabine opened the door. Then she waved them on, and they stepped out of Dante’s tower. As they passed through the lovely garden, more women with flutes, lyres, and lutes joined her procession. A few more Lycans followed with two flags, one of which had her pack’s crest on it. It was a wolf standing on his hind legs and howling at the moon - a deep green and amaranth hue. Under the bougainvillea archway leading out of Dante’s tower, Sabine stepped into the middle.

I pull my shirt down and put Codi against my chest so I can burp her. “Are you familiar with a place called Houska castle?” She sits down and turns her laptop toward me. There is an image of an ancient castle on the edge of a mountain surrounded by a forest. “No?” I look at the photo. “It’s in the Liberec Region of the Czech Republic. Famously haunted and said to be built on top of the gates to Hell.” She clicks another tab on the screen to an image of a mausoleum. “How about Saint Louis Cemetery Number One? In New Orleans?”

Chu Xun said. The three of them hurried to the northern district of Haiqing City by car. Because this district was under slow construction and quite primitive with rich water and grass, it was made into a pasture for those farmers to raise livestock. Half an hour later, the car was approaching the northern district. Chu Xun's face looked sullen. From a distance, he could see a few beasts attacking the pasture. A three-meter-long black panther whose fangs were stained with blood ripped a goat's head off with its claws. Blood gushed out from the wound like a stream.

Santo physically interfered and towered over me. "Is this Henry? Is he that stronzo?" Ah, the Madonna! Please give me strength! "Yes, that's him: Henry. Why?" "He's young," he remarks dryly. "He's the same age as you, Santo," I answer with a sigh. "That skinny stronzo is the same age as me?" he asks me, his voice full of contempt for Henry. "Yes." "Didi gave him a piece of panettone," he remarks dryly. "Yes. Henry always leaves her big tips. It's her way of thanking him."

It was his first meeting with such a beautiful man. He couldn't believe everything the elders in their village had told him, was all true. This kind of rumor about the immortal masters circulates in Hanlu village. According to rumor, every immortal master is attractive, and far more attractive than the average human. And seeing it with his own eyes, Tian Su can't help but one hundred percent agree with the rumors. To be continued.

“The house isn’t creepy.” “Yes, it is,” Owen and Caroline said in unison. Ben dipped his roller back into the paint tray. “It has character.” Caroline hopped down from the stool and wiped paint from her hands. A streak of green smeared across her forehead. “This house has the same amount of character as Amityville.” Ben laughed and stepped closer, lifting the hem of his shirt to wipe the paint from her skin. “My house is not haunted. It just needs some attention.”