Novel & Cerita Horrortale Chara

Behind them, was a large bowl containing a coloured liquid, from which a few drank from, while others danced staggeringly. “What a surprise to have the Alpha's daughter in our midst”, an average-heighted guy approached her. He had spiky hair and several piercings—on both ears and his nose. He wore a baggy top without sleeves that revealed tattoos on both arms. Diane managed a smile as he gestured to take off her jacket. “I'm Charlie, the host”, he introduced, with a smile that revealed his braced teeth.

“Welcome, Guardian. And greetings to you, Solana, Guardian of the Wild Veil. It’s an honor.” Solana dipped her head in return, eyes glowing. Cheyenne shoved a notebook at Charlie, already filled with scribbled lines of the prophecy and half-baked theories. “Okay, wise old man, save us from ourselves. We’ve hit that point where Tora suggested using an Ouija board and I’m one sarcastic comment away from flipping the coffee table.” Charlie’s brow rose. “Did you really?” “It was a joke,” Tora muttered. “Kind of.”

Char said lightly before walking slowly towards its Razi. "What are you going to do" its impossible for Razi not to be scared now, his trembling body stepping back step by step Char used spatial transfer to appear in front of its Razi all at once. Leaning down, he put his mouth to its Razi's ear and "Little virgin, your blood smells so good, the blood of those cripples is so fishy and stinky, just like the bitch before, can I taste it?" Char's opened his mouth and licked at its Razi's white neck

A few layers of aggressive contouring, a pair of heavy-duty boot lifts, and two strategically placed party balloons later, I am successfully transformed into the Academy's resident Succubus. I fire off a raspy "sick leave" voice note to Professor Hilbert, then swing my door open. "Hey, hacker boy," I say, leaning against the doorframe and popping my hip. "How do I look?" Arlo, who had been waiting patiently in the hall, snaps his head up. "Y-You...Rea?" he stammers, his voice cracking as he takes a staggering step back in sheer shock. "If I hadn't just watched you walk out of your room, I would have sworn you were Chloe."

It could even cause his solar spirit to leave his body, but then there was also a chance that the solar spirit might not escape in time. Horra was a half-immortal powerhouse who had perfected two out of the three qualities of essence, energy, and spirit. Had he not been forced to use a self-destructive move through Severin and Adrian's joint efforts, perhaps only a true immortal could have killed him. That thought alone was already too frightening for Severin.

Lifting her up, he showcases to everyone the first death by the hands of death wolf indeed. The death of a soul. Her body thrashes, to be only held up. Looking at her eyes, with those white ones. Char's soul gets sucked out of her body. Her body colour changes to pale white in few seconds. And that's it . Thora looses her grip and Char falls down. Dead. Chaos enters the place with everyone running around to save their lives. The monster of a girl standing in front of them, the evidence of the prophesy of the curse.

Lila stood and left her couch and sat closer to Charia before letting the question out again calmly. Charia was hesitant to reply. As if she's dumb, she stared at Lila without an eye blink. “Charia!” She trembled as Lila startled her out of her world of imagination. “I asked you a question,” “Oh! Sorry.” Charia wiped her face as one who just woke up from sleep. “Are you okay, at all?” Lila asked, panicked. It has been long she saw Charia lost in thoughts as this. “Y–yeah. I'm fine.”

January 18, 1811 This day has been very strange indeed.In the morning we awoke to the news that Charles’ beloved Arabian Stallion was found dead in the stables.It came as a shock.It was a fine horse,not even 5 years old,with no signs of disease or any other ailment.Charles was beside himself of course and retired to his study for most of the day,until just after the midday meal,when he came bouldering from there,speaking in a string of expletives. My portrait had somehow crashed from its place against the wall,the beautiful imported frame shattering against the floor.Luckily no damage was done to the portrait itself and Charles promised me it would be reframed very soon.

A loud explosion could be heard just as she finished speaking. Higurashi Shrine’s main building broke apart from the center. A human figure charged out like a sword. This person charged up to a thousand meters in the air and hovered there. Under the bright bloody light, Alex Rockefeller could see this person had dark hair, and his entire face glowed with a red light. Endless blood energy surrounded his body. He looked like an unsheathed blood sword. ‘This is Blood Shura’s aura!’ Alex felt stunned. Meanwhile, the Soul Collection Coffin that was already vibrating non-stop in his mind palace now vibrated at an even higher frequency. It felt as if it would rush out from him at any moment.

Lucas searched with trembling hands, opening drawers, tapping panels, checking under the desk. Nothing. Panic rose. “No,” he whispered. “You left something. Please.” The scar pulsed again, sharper this time. Lucas bent, gasping. Then he saw it. A small mark carved into the wooden floor beneath the desk. Not a letter. A shape. Three lines crossing like a broken star. He pushed the desk aside with both hands. Pain burned under his ribs. Lucas dropped to one knee, but he kept digging at the floorboard with his fingers. The wood lifted slightly. Under it was a narrow metal box, black with age.