Hantu Tanpa Wajah 소설 & 이야기

She stated proudly. Kim scoffed. None of what she said made any sense to her! What is it about these people talking about things she didn't have a clue about! "Werewolves? Fairies? Celeste? What the fuck are you talking about?! You know what I honestly don't give a crap about your crazy ramblings! What I want to know is if that stuff does what you claim it does, then what do I have to do to get it out of your hand and into mine?" Kim snapped frustrated. She didn't have time to stand in this hallway and talk to some freaky ass witch. The longer they stayed here the more they risk not getting out. From the corner of her eye she could see Talon quivering on the floor. Time was running out…

"This place isn't like the living world. Skincare and makeup products are scarce, and only the rich can afford them. "In our horror game, the cosmetics are provided by the studio, but because our instance performs so poorly, our budget is tiny. That's why our makeup never looks good and fails to draw in viewers." I caught a word in her explanation. "Viewers?" She gave a small clap. "Exactly. The live comments in horror games aren't from humans—they come from ghosts watching the stream. It's the same as how you humans watch reality shows." I raised a brow. "So there are a lot of ghosts tuning in?"

"Show yourself!" A cackling laugh echoed from the rotting rafters above, sounding like dry leaves scraping across a fresh grave. From the deep shadows of the corner, Morana shrouded in greasy, tattered black robes materialized. Her face remained completely hidden beneath a heavy cowl, but her hands extended into the faint moonlight—long, skeletal fingers tipped with sharp, yellowed nails.

ZARA “They want me dead. I need to get out of this city. I’ll call you when I arrive at my destination,” a faceless woman said in a panicked tone into the phone as she quickly reached for a toddler inside a crib. What was happening? I wondered. The woman, whose face appeared completely dark like a shadow, packed a few things into a backpack and hurried toward the door. But the moment she opened it, a giant faceless man appeared before her. He held a large axe, and before the woman could react, he hacked through the middle of her head with it, splitting it open with brutal force. Blood splattered everywhere.

In this entire domain, there is a place where Tadhg Walter needs to cross two people to leave this place, they are the ones who hold all the taboo secrets. Break Bone Human is only afraid, Tadhg Walter goes through many battles, he will be tired. But Tadhg Walter felt normal, calling Break Bone Human continued. The first, called Haunt Uncle, is a middle-aged man who uses witchcraft, along with demonic techniques, and has a cruel personality. The second one is the Ghost Scene Female General, she is said to be over sixty years old, but she practices dark magic, sucks blood, and looks like a young girl.

Hanzo throat, her each knife sharp finger nail brutally pulled away his entire neck skin revealing his dripping crimson blood and veins…… Jasmine POV: ‘This was horrible’ I thought but dared not to budge my eyes away from her Elena’s Ghoul spirit was engrossed with anger because she kept on slashing more and more skin, vein of Mr. Hanzo neck and at last she furiously pulled out his entire neck bone… his throat… ‘THuBAK……’ Mr. Hanzo fell down on his knees with loud sound as his terrified wide eyes remained glued at Elena’s ugly ghoul face

As she lowers her hand, the figure is now standing in front of her. It was the most horrific entity Hestia had ever seen in her thirty-two years of existence. The figure has no hair—and has no eyes either. The wounded smile of the entity seems to be purposely carved as the scar of it reaches through its ears. The skin was as pale as snow; no hint of blood in his veins. The entity was just staring at Hestia with his eyeless sight. It then unsheathed its bare claws that were so sharp that perhaps it could tear the concrete pavements of the park.

I took in a deep breath again, but I couldn't smell anyone. “Will I turn back in vain or will I actually see your face?” I asked, keeping my calm. “Do whatever you wish.” The voice responded calmly. I immediately turned back, and there was a being standing a few feet away from me. Her long white hair covered her face, and every part of her body was hidden expect her hands which held a very long sword. She had an overwhelming aura that made my legs shake a little. “Hello, Sorren.” She called, and her voice echoed.

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.”

she snared. Fear gripped Clara when she took a closer look at the woman's face. She had eyes that were detached from her socket, a crooked nose, tiny dark veins that spread like roots and covering half of her face and her hollow cheeks with visible bones that made her look more like a ghost. Clara screamed in horror as she had never seen anything like it before in her life. "Please. Stay away from me" Clara begged as she tried her best to retreat. Seeing how frightened and miserable Clara was, Annette let out a satisfied laugh.