Hantu Tanpa Wajah Novels & Stories

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

The badge was real, one of many we have stolen from O’Hanian over the years. “Alright, alright, I owe him nothing. It was the Dog Star bastard.” I hear the woman spit on the ground as though clearing her mouth of the foul-tasting name. “The who?” Vulk asks. “Holy shit,” I say through the door, “I was right. The guy with the glasses is a cockatrice. That explains everything.” “A what?” Vulk probed, stepping outside. “A Cockatrice. It kills you with a glance. A Basilisk!” “No kidding?”

Look, no seeds! Buried deep within that ghastly misshapen skull burned two eyes, searching, blazing out from beneath white fleshy hoods, with no eyebrows or facial hair whatsoever that might have served to break up the unadorned monotony of it. Richard clenched his teeth and grimaced. This was not The Wizard of Oz, oh no, he remembered thinking. Dear God, this was The Hills Have Eyes going on here, or maybe something worse. Then, as a sudden cold began to bloom in his testicles and rise, he saw the felled ghost-white figure lift one bony, livid hand . . . raise it and . . .

🖤 Millions of empty eyes opened across its body. Every eye looked different. Yet all of them shared the same thing. They were empty. Completely empty. 💀 ⸻ 🌙 The Hunger The creature had no face. No voice. No form. 🌑 Yet everyone felt its presence. And everyone felt the same thing. Fear. 😨 Not because it wanted to kill them. Because it didn’t even notice them. 💔 To it… Reality itself was food. ⸻ 🌙 The Forgotten Name The Father stared at the creature.

" Another evidence was found around the refuse dump two weeks ago, and we are making progress on the identification of the criminal. " However, the prints from the gun are latent, and —" " What does that mean?" " Latent prints are invisible. It's unlike the patent prints which are visible." Principal Powers rubbed the nape of her neck after a silent gasp. " How do we know who the criminal is if the prints are latent like you said?" Mr Christan adjusted slowly on the seat as he coughed to regain composure. " We're on it, principal Powers. However, we found out after a closer look at the corpse that there are few prints on the body."

My heart is furiously beating as I type the word nonhuman. Many articles pop up so I just click on the first one. There are so many definitions. Sirens,witches, vampires , demons and yes, Angels are there too. Apparently the term is used to describe people who are not exactly humans, people with unusual gifts or powers. The following article says nonhumans are just a myth and that no such thing exists. One says they were real during the eighteenth century but we're destroyed and are now extinct. I keep on reading and even click on the images. The images are a bit scary and definitely not human. The thought that I could be one of those things is more than scary.

But the most horrifying in its features was the fact that it has no face, only a pair of mouths located in the eyes area. The creature ate the severed head's eyeballs and tossed the eyeless part towards the sea of demonic monsters behind it, feasting like madmen. Aswangs, Tikbalangs, Kapres and burning humanoid creatures called Santelmos--the bulk that made up the army of monsters. When they spilt their first blood on Earth, they felt dominance over the human race already, as if their dominion over this world was a lost deserved heredity that they found.

Hana and Nabi were stunned by the list he read, and before they could respond, he urged, "Don't say Vampires or werewolves or aliens Please!" That made Hana laugh, and finally, she turned into a tomato laughing. Nabi frowned but was happy to see Hana comfortable and at ease.

“Personal Assistant, huh… how should I call it again?” Speaking the name of that thing, “Wai!” Boof [Hewoo, I am your personal assistant. Wai, how may I help you?] A small creature that looked similar to a Halloween ghost for kids showed up. But… the features looked just like the panda. Weird… it also had black vault horns and tails. But the face looked exactly like what a panda has. “Wai… Where am I? Why am I here?” [You currently have a total of 80 harto. Each question would deduct five of it. Would you still want to ask those two questions? Yes or No]

No way! This voice. I looked towards his eye and found a scar on it. It's...Sebastian. They never show their face to anyone other than their gang members. They are planning to kill me. Animals. "I don't know where he is," I said and he raised his brows at me. He was looking less scary without that mask but still so scary. I noticed a dragon tattoo on his neck which is most of the time hidden because of the mask. "Huh? You don't know where your husband is?" He asked and I clenched my jaw in anger. "He is not my husband," I said and he nodded with amusement.