Horror Comic Korean Novels & Stories

Dokyeom shared but the two ignored him. "What are you reading exactly? Is it romance? Action?" Hoshi inquired. Seungkwan answered after a yawn. "Sport anime, Haikyuu. It almost finish." Then he yawned again. Yawn is something contagious. Just seeing him yawning made Hoshi and Dokyeom did the same. "Men rarely read romantic comics," Seungkwan shared. At that time, the man standing in front of the line dropped a shoujo (romantic genre) manga comics book at the floor. Dokyeom picked it up while reading the title, "Hanayori Dango? (Meteor Garden)."

And, gosh, the alcohol stench is too strong for his own liking! What the fuck is this blue-like ball thing that shamelessly rolling around like some sort of caterpillar in his drunken state and boldly intruding his humble abode? And, did this thing called him, host? He is not mistaken, right? He heard such a thing from Da Kyung before. About transmigration story and system. Well, he also had his own fair share of reading about such genre, but, he's more into sports, action, and adventurous comics. While, Ryan, that lecherous bastard only read shoujo manga as he is only interested in the female characters with big breasts, beautiful appearances, and their stunning figures, not in the story it

He pulled out an apple and carved few little bunny out of it, like some Pinterest mom. I held the rusty-edged apple bunny like it was treasure, babbling thanks. Last stop: Carnival of Screams. Harlequin Rex, the Joker Monarch, always had the dumbest cravings. Today? Deep-fried Oreos. His laugh hit before I saw him. I handed over the snack, still hot. He whined about missing a carousel explosion because I was "late," then shoved a rainbow gift box into my arms. "For you! Surprise inside!" Yeah, hard pass. His "surprises" are either punching springs or exploding ink flowers.

Day Six hit fast. I made it to the 10th floor, visit cards stacked deep. From the 20th down, the monsters got less nightmare fuel and more... tragic. I even ran into two other players. Not friendly, but not dumb enough to mess with me either. Most of the monsters were chill—kind, even. They handed over their visit cards like I was family. The three of us reached the 10th floor together. A unicorn stood there, horn still dripping fresh blood, and gave each of us a card.

Nate says, “they should’ve just sent me to North Korea. I think that place is better than this hell.” Nate used the English word “hell”. It’s mild among Koreans but very apt for a place like Camp Unplugged. He was thinking of the neologisms Hell Joseon and Tal-Jo. But between two Korean guys, there’s seldom a need for potty-talk euphemisms. “Don’t be so dark,” Shadow says in English. “Be Marvel. Don’t be DC.” That’s another private joke between them because Shadow likes Marvel movies (his fave superhero is Thor) while Nate is a die-hard Batman fan.

I asked in surprise and closed the notebook I was holding. "Hwarang" I frowned at what she said as she seemed to tremble because of his smile. "What is that?" "That's a Korean movie! Don't you know? Let's watch it soon, you'll like it" She said while pulling me. I was not even given time to speak. We were already inside her room and all I could see was purple. There are also many posters of men. "Don't stare too much at my pictures, that's all mine" she said while preparing her laptop. Tss do I look like a thief?

She looked at Yuri who lazily raised a paper as well. "Same." IN the Philippines, Black reminisced what Yuri said before they went to Korea. "Underneath, there were paintings. Dark. Bloody. Full of misery." They creased their brows out of confusion. Era arched her brow at Yuri. "And you are saying this because?" Yuri shrugged her shoulders. "Just remembered seeing a painting of a man in a pool of blood with a hole in his chest. Also a caged girl with a stitched mouth."

Outside the tent in a conversation between the worm man and one of the dwarf clowns, named Tino. "Poor boy, he has suffered so much," said the worm man. "This is so, and unfortunately, he will suffer more, when in some days, he has to appear in his own village as the freak who returned from death."

Lee Haekyo continued to hold his aching head as he groaned under the thick blanket. "Kyaa." A fairly loud scream that came from the second floor suddenly startled Haekyo and made the man instantly wake up from his terrible past memories. Suddenly it occurred to him that at this time Hana was crying in fear in her room, hugging her knees because she was afraid of... the dark. "Hha-Hana." Called Haekyo a little panicked while limping along the wall to go up to the woman's room. Without him knowing, behind the darkness of the night, a black shadow was watching him with eyes flashing red and was smiling a little while sipping his hot coffee deliciously.

“Jae-Woo got rid of it.” “You sure?” he questioned in the same whine as before. “I got rid of it,” Hae Mina confirmed. Rhee Min-Jun let her in the booth. “Why are you so afraid of them?” “He’s always been afraid of spiders, just like Cass is afraid of water,” Rhee Min-Jun replied. “I’m not afraid of water,” Cass defended. “Yeah, right, Cass. You’re lying through your teeth,” Kyung Jiho stated with a laugh. “At least I’m not afraid of the dark,” Cass countered with a growl.