Hantu Titanic Novels & Stories

Looking up, he saw Sebastian poking his head out from his lowered window, waving at him. Ignoring him, Stanley strode over and got in. At the same time, Henry immediately got out, opened the door on Stanley’s side, and squeezed into the back passenger seat. Closing the door, he studied Stanley’s face in great seriousness. “Old Fifth, you’ve changed.” Stanley looked indifferent. “Oh.” “I admire no one but Xyla Quest. To think she managed to stick angel wings on Satan’s back,” Henry added. Stanley frowned. “… Who’s Satan?”

Most of the assassins in my graduating class have died already, and I had attributed most of their deaths to a lack of intuition. “Room 502 is this way.” Caleb starts to move left. He hasn’t picked up on anything unusual. “Hush,” I say, listening with my lycanthrope hearing. Room 502 might be left, but I hear the silence that way. To the right, however, I can hear heavy male voices. I ignore Caleb’s whispered protests and start my descent down the hallway. Caleb follows me with his gun drawn like he’s finally catching on.

I demanded, turning to the Elder. Hakan was kneeling on the dissolving floor, his hands pressed into the sea of eyes. He looked like a man at prayer, or a man at a feast. "It is the tithe, little star," he whispered, his milky eyes rolling back into his head. "The wolves were the hunters, the vampires were the lords, but the mountain... the mountain is the stomach. You gave it back its blood, Maya. You woke the appetite."

Can't Delldora forget what happened yesterday? "That ... I ... I ..." Hana bit her lip. Feeling unsure whether she should explain everything or not "I ... I'm curious because Melissa said there was a vampire in the nightclub where she worked" Answered Hana. In the end she chose to say "fake" excuses like she told Melissa. "Vampire?" Hana nodded her head “You know twilight boss? Edward Cullen? " Delldora furrowed his brows in annoyance "Hah? Are you kidding? " Hana shook her head quickly

“Her blood must be divine, to make you want to drink again.” Henry reached for me then, snatched me by the wrist, and brought it up to his mouth. “I’m a bit hungry now. You wouldn’t mind if I have a little taste…” Henry extended his fangs as he opened his mouth. His eyes on my wrist, he leaned in – Then screamed. Dropping my hand, he stepped back and grabbed his head with both hands. What was happening?! I looked to Damien, hoping he could make sense of this, but what I saw made my heart stop.

I said. “What’s that file there? I don’t understand it at all.” He said, pointing to one. So I clicked on it and it was a list of the towns that had been wiped out by vampires. It also showed the death toll and the people that were missing. “Wow. That’s a lot more than the last time I looked.” I said. “Your dad didn’t want to bother you with this stuff while you were sick.” He said. “Who’s that?” Lucas asked, picking up a file that was hidden under a couple of other things on his desk. So I quickly glanced at the photo.

Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she slammed her fist against the glass, not to escape, but to warn me. She wasn't pointing at the creature. She was pointing at me. I followed her frantic gesture, looking at the window again. I looked at the glass, but I didn't see her reflection. I saw mine. But the reflection wasn't mine. It was the face of the portrait. The room began to shake. The walls of the Master Suite groaned, the wood warping and twisting like agonized flesh. I realized then that the dare wasn't a game. It was a harvest. The Blackwood Estate didn't just haunt people; it cycled them.

It body got drained of blood, has no leg to move but rather moves through the air, it head was of the exact shape of a skeleton. I couldn't control my feet anymore for the speed exceed that of Usain Bolt athlete. As I tried to run inside the house, she was right behind me just as I read it in the Black Cults book that ghost in Tortuga are faster than any human. She almost entered the house with me but Sorcerer pointed a stalf at her, casting the spell, "INCENDIO" with wide range of fire coming out. And then she vanished.

Upstairs came a loud noise like a fight; I rushed up and saw a black shadow passing through the window, quickly disappearing from view; I just felt this figure somewhat familiar. Looking down at the floor again, I saw Titus lying in a pool of blood, his face pale as if he was about to die. I was a little scared in my heart; Titus's strength was terrible, and it was rare that anyone could defeat him, let alone turn him into such a miserable appearance. Who is the person who just jumped out of the window? Is there someone in Black Moon with such terrifying power? “Stop watching!” Titus gasped; he sat up from the pool of blood on his hands and asked coldly. “Why did you come here?”

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