Hotel Transylvania Ghost Novels & Stories

Isabella said and for the first time in this conversation, Sophia giggled to herself when she heard this because she knew in actuality that it was her that would ruin the genes of Ronnell due to her bad eyesight. Ronnell noticed this, she looked so fucking cute. Licking her tongue discreetly, wetting her lips in either lust or excitement. In a dark room, devoid of any sun rays or light, sat a man with blood dripping from his lips and eyes shining through the abyss. The clock ticked, a sound that seemed endless for one that couldn’t die. The relevance of time was lost on vampires because time is the one time they had an unlimited amount regardless of how much passes.

The hotel was not that big but had large spaces outside which was used to run a restaurant and a local bar. We found ourselves in the restaurant to eat something but Raven remained inside and that bothers me. “Why doesn't Ghost want to eat with us?” I asked others, concerned. Tyler porked some chips, dipped it into a plate of pasta and chewed. With mouth dancing around, he said in a low voice. “ Ghost doesn't eat food in public places” My brows arched as I sustained the spoon in my hands, glaring at Tyler without a word. “Ghosts can survive without food unlike some of us here,” Sunny giggled.

Holly (grinning): “Stop looking like someone died. I’m literally right here.” Malik (voice cracking): “They put up missing posters.” Holly rolls her eyes so hard the ghosts laugh. Holly: “Tell them I ran away to join the circus. Or that I’m Elvis’s secret love child. Anything but the truth. Mortals can’t handle the truth.” She drags us to the bar, pours ghost-root beer that tastes real, and makes us dance until 3 a.m.

In the moonlight, a woman in a white lace dress was kneeling on the stone steps of the chapel, her face buried in her hands, her shoulders trembling. She had no feet. Below her dress, there was only a swirling black mist. "I see her." Lorenzo let out a low whistle. "Two years ago, Marco put her in the ground right there. Her ashes are buried under the rose bushes behind the chapel." I didn't stop, walking straight toward the chapel. Giovanni froze behind me but didn't dare to call out. As I reached the bottom of the steps, the female ghost's head snapped up. She lunged at me, her face a sickly pale green, her eye sockets empty black pits.

Wallachia, Romania, 1894 In half a century, Aaron had never seen so many Hunters and Guardians assembled in one location. There had to be at least a hundred, maybe more, bodies crammed into the village meeting house at the base of the Carpathian Mountains near Bran. When Ward had explained they’d been summoned to help out in the efforts, Aaron had jumped at the opportunity. Though he had no idea what the operation entailed, he had heard that the renowned Vampire Hunter, Van Helsing, would be present, and he was willing to accept any offer that involved potentially observing the legend.

the maid began, ready to retract, but Hidi quickly lost interest. “Well, you are now.” Hidi cut her off. She leaned back to look back out the window. ” The land of vampires, Nochten.” Hidi smiled, already lost in her thoughts, as the carriage slowed to a crawl and then stopped. “Your majesty-!” The maid cried in shock at Hidi, “Your majesty, please wait, please, the doorman hasn’t even-” The maid scampered as Hidi waved her hand immediately. “Please, let us first-'' But Hidi was already climbing down herself. The carriage shifted from losing her heavy weight.

They were midway across the path, in front of a cemetery when suddenly graves started opening. "What is going on?" Isabella asked, clutching onto Chris tightly. Chris was suddenly sweating so furiously but Ariel was cool and her face was blank and devoid of any emotions. They stood there watching six tombs open and six scary-looking ghosts walked out. Isabella was already whitish in appearance knowing who they are. Chris's hairs were all up and his eyes green, his normal sight nature. "GREETINGS TO THE SPECIAL ONE." One of them muttered. "GREETINGS TO THE LITTLE GODDESS." Another muttered.

i screamed, he angrily threw me a humans head , a dead human head and it was Mr franklin's head, i wanted to drop tears when i saw an innocent person's head but i had no time to cry, i had to run away , i almost reached the exit but he was there before me then he blocked the way . "Don't ever call me a punk again, punk" he said in an angry voice straight up to my face. "You are E.V.I.L !!" i yelled at him , he immediately grabbed my throat and threw me away, he was more powerful than i thought he was. I was gasping for air but he was still coming after me, he had no mercy at all , all he wanted was to kill me then replace me , that's why he killed Mr Franklin, he knew that Mr Franklin knew t

Hector wove and threw a stream of lightning, Vlad vanished from his sight but reappeared tight in front of him, grabbing his throat and lifting him off his feet. The grip was a vice, Hector could feel his larynx crack under its sheer power, but he remained steadfast, he will not spill anything to him. "Tell me!" He shook his head choking still, until slowly he felt numbness become him. Vlad felt his only clue to her now wasn't worth killing just yet, passed out he threw him down. "Marcus! Lester!" The two who was manipulating the lights the whole time came in. "Master?" "Tie this runt up, and let's head for Transylvania, there atleast I may find more answers"

Gabriel hands it over to Samuel, “Type in the location” Samuel types in the location of his father’s lair and hands the pager back to his brother. “This is a big drop from our club lifestyle, no entertainment”, Samuel says, “No chicks,” “No drugs” “No music”. “But there are definitely animals in here”, a deep voice joins in on their rant. They both snarl as they recognize this voice to be a living embodiment of their hatred, Count Dracula. He is accompanied by Alex and Cletus; “I’m sorry we don’t have such entertainment facilities in these quarters”.