Novelas y relatos de Horrortale Chara

"Shit!" I clung to my Phantom Scooter's half-dead handlebars, flying over a hallway smeared with who-knows-what slime. Dashboard screamed in blood-red: 00:59. A literal death timer. "Overtime termination! Terminate my ass!" I roasted the system six ways to hell and floored it like I was chasing a warp zone. Third floor. Haunted High. The emergency lights flickered puke green over a ghost girl brushing her hair, back turned, dress in tatters.

… Ten minutes later, Isaac and one of his subordinates, together with Albert drove a refrigerator truck to the park where Charlie was located. After the refrigerator truck stopped outside the park, Isaac and Albert came trotting over to Charlie, only to find him standing in front of a corpse that had already turned black and purple. Besides that, the corpse was even swallowing his own toes with his mouth wide open. Both of them were stupefied! Albert could not help but ask, “Master Wade, this…who is this person?!” Charlie replied lightly, “A Japanese ninja. He was working for the Takahashi family.”

I called over my shoulder Burney nodded and leapt what took me four steps to cover before disappearing through the broken pane. I stepped in after him and cringed, landing on top of the wet flesh of a Taken. Panic coursed through my veins as I stepped off its cooling body. All his wounds were glass related, which meant the shade was still here. I swallowed my fear and looked up.

But somehow, he showed up on the camera, or whatever means through which we were seeing them on a wall that was not a wall. “So what are you going to do to us?” Char asked quietly. “Correct the mistake, then you can go back to your little world,” Nasos reassured in a voice that was decidedly not reassuring. Char’s face went ashen and Ru exploded. “You can’t erase our minds! How dare you contemplate such a horrible thing?” “We’re not erasing all your memories, only the aspects about the vamps and us and anything supernatural.” “Including the knowledge that Jo is a witch,” Char added in a low tone.

But Maia manages to flip onto her back, using her hind legs to kick Charon off, before swiftly lunging forward and sinking her teeth into his throat. Blood sprays from Charon’s neck as he lets out a guttural howl. He tries to break free, but Maia holds on with all her might, her black eyes glowing with feral intensity. Charon’s struggles grow weaker, and soon he lies still, lifeless.

If they were lucky, their masters only forced them to wear masks for the rest of their lives. The captured males had been tortured—mostly for the thrill of it, if she understood the text correctly. Any useful information had been obtained by “the suggestive power of the charmer herself” whatever that meant. Useful information usually consisted of where to find and annihilate any remaining Haunt, women and children included. Sometimes the captured one was “enspelled” and forced to lead the way to the others. As a result, the Haunt took to assassinating any known charmers, and they were notoriously successful. There were long lists of charmer kills and their assassins. Such stalkers were treat

As I get closer I withdraw my hand with the whatever-the-hell it is in my fist. Henry’s snarl leers up at me. “What’s done is done.” With that said, he raises the blade high in the air before he plunges it into Charlie’s chest. Charlie’s eyes go wide with shock and a deep breath is sucked into her dying lungs. A faint groan sounds from her instead of an ear-piercing scream, because she has nothing left in her to give from being so brutally tortured the previous hours. My fangs extend and finally the monster within comes to the surface.

She said excitedly. Looking at her now had me realizing something. Despite being a Tasmanian, she had a human character and she acted like any normal girl who was happy over something. "I'm glad you feel that way," I answered then pat the bed next to me. She moved and sat down with a smile. "Charlotte, are you really twenty-four years old?" I asked softly. "Yes, I am. You see Hera, unlike you humans, we grow up slowly and live longer. Our alpha is way older than you might think, although he looks like that. Remember the guy I was with a while ago?" She asked as I nodded.

He looked at the four purple whips that came at him again, and there were beams of earth-colored halos around him. Slap! As the whip lashed down, the halo was split, and blood splashed from Charlie's body again. Those purple whips were no less sharp than a knife. Each time it landed on Charlie, his skin would be split open, and the wound was so deep that even his bone could be seen. Charlie was scared. The calmness on his face disappeared. He was so panic that he couldn't help screaming. He felt the smell of death. "Save me." He turned to those western warriors for help.

I whispered to myself. Suddenly, there was a weird hot sensation coming from the necklace. It’s not so hot that it could hurt me. It’s just hot enough for me to notice it. I touched the pendant and looked at it. The full moon in the middle of the pendant lightens up and an even weird thing happens. A print of a creature suddenly appeared on the moon. My heart started beating crazily when I realized it was a dog. No. It wasn’t a dog. It looks more like a wolf. What the hell is happening?