Hantu Tanpa Wajah Novels & Stories

hskk. “What is that sound?..” the surroundings were quiet, but I could hear a sound as if something was cracking 3:00 am At exactly 3 am, a strange black shadow suddenly appeared in the corner of her room! “Who are you? What are you doing here in my GF’s room !?” the shape of the shadow slowly formed and gave the appearance of a large hairy man. “A Kapre!!” (Kapre is a Filipino horror myth that appears like a person with a hairy body and a face of an ancient people)

Jake muttered. “You...you can see it?” Julia began panicking, “shit! You're totally serious!” The window’s glass suddenly shattered with Jake lunging himself at Matt's sister, the two of them hitting the soft carpet on the floor. “Get down!” Jake cried out after seeing a large creature unlike anything he had ever seen land in the far side of the living room. Matt cried out in pain. “Fuck! My arm!” None of them except Jake could see the creature which was on all its fours, preparing to attack again. To Jake, It kinda looked like the Xenomorph from the movie series, Alien, except this one did not have a tail.

Ares said. I didn't understand them and wanted to. "Who are you?" he asked me. I lowered my head sadly, wishing he had asked me another question, for I knew not who I was. "Can I have your name, please?" Ares begged me. I continued to lower my head in shame, not wanting to tell him I had no name, for I was a wolf without a name. "We both share a wondrous feeling and not having your name will somehow kill me," Ares continued to beg me.

He was created. A soul stitched from the void. A hunger made flesh. His name was... The inscription ended in silence. Then, a low, guttural growl. Shadows pulled together into a colossal form. The Wolf With No Face emerged, born of hatred and history. It had no mouth. No eyes. But it radiated fury. “Run!” Aiden yelled. They scattered. The creature lunged for Elian. Iris screamed, vines erupting from her hands, trying to ensnare it—but they dissolved on contact.

He heard Stephen laughing. "Show off". He muttered. "Why? You didn't like me"? He faked a hurt and Callum glared. "Okay. Back to serious talk. Why me"? Callum asked again and Stephen was silent for a while.. "You see, if we are just a Vampire, our senses are heightened in different aspects. We can mingle easily. Like not much easily, because staying with a Human, where we could smell their blood is really hard for us to resist". Stephen explained a bit..

“Are you under attack, Fran?” I was able to mirror his smile. “I think we can say so, yeah.” The waiter brought the bill and Harry handed him a black credit card. “How much? I mean, you need me to hold you, kiss you, just rest a casual hand on the small of your back?” “Grab me by the hand to leave.” “That’s subtle.” Harry chuckled softly. “Breathe, Fran. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Or a Haunter. The Haunter Supreme, to be accurate. I was still seeing him. And he was still staring at me, like wishing oh so bad his eyes were knives.

Hamdan did not ask, but instead took the robot again while looking at me alternately with the strange creature. “Are you afraid of some kind of ghost like this? Seriously, hahahahaha!” Hamdan laughed. “Aishh, the shape is very scary. It's like chucky doll, and marriage to the ghost kuntilanak belongs to your country. Throw it away Hamdan, I can't stand the sight of it!" I was hysterical when Hamdan even brought the object closer to me.

(A few hours earlier) Hana’s empty crimson eyes stared at the white mask with an engraving of a skull on it that she was holding in her hand. The strong cold wind brushed past her pale and freckled skin, and caused her ginger wavy hair to flow freely in the air. She then dropped the mask on the dirt ground, while still staring at it. “…Boring.” Her voice clear and thin, yet soulless.

At first, it appeared to be a shadow between the trees. Nina narrowed her eyes. The shadow grew taller. It stepped forward. Nina stopped breathing. The figure was enormous. It stood far above the First Alpha. Its body appeared to be formed from darkness and mist, yet it was not transparent. It was there. Real. Ancient. Watching. But the most disturbing thing about the figure was its face. There was none. Where a face should have been, there was only a smooth, empty surface. No eyes. No mouth. No expression.

“No one knows what he looks like?” “No one,” the man confirmed. “At least, no one who’s still breathing.” Anthony let out a low whistle. “So, we’re chasing a ghost with no face, no identity, and no trace. Fantastic.” My contact shrugged. “That’s the thing about ghosts—they’re good at disappearing.” I stood up, my mind buzzing with the new information. “If you hear anything else,” I said, giving him a pointed look, “you know how to reach me.” As we left the building, Anthony let out a frustrated breath. “Great. So now we’re looking for a man with no name and a family that doesn’t exist anymore.”