Minecraft Hantu Novels & Stories

[Only the top ten players have ever killed that boss. How is a monster holding that item?] The man's face went pale as ice crept over him. "No way!" He reacted fast and activated another item to halt the spread. But a second later, I pulled out something new. [Direwolf Talon, Crimson Rose Cross, Judgment's End, Witchseer Eye… These are all SSS-rank items!] The chat erupted in shock. One item after another flew from my hands, as if they were worthless.

While most people were busy freaking out, two stepped forward—chill and confident. They said they were mages. Seasoned pro in the game. They gave us the rundown: We were stuck in a horror game. Everyone here? Already dead IRL. The castle had thirty floors. Each floor had its own monster—or monsters. The higher you climbed, the scarier they got. Clear all thirty floors, hit the legendary 9,999 points, and you get a second shot at life. Bonus? A cash prize so massive, you'd never have to work again.

In addition, she also loved counting money. Zachary said they consisted of half-humans in Hancia who specialized in cleaning whatever messes the vampires, werewolves, fairies, and other creatures living in Hancia. Oh. That would also include crimes done in the human world and hide it from the government. The other world should remain hidden from humans. They were called The Cleaning Babies Services, except they do not look like babies. At all. They were huge men in uniform. Their looks were out of this world. If that was even possible. And oh, the muscles. Yummy.

While most of the time, he would beat anyone he sees. Sasha changed and came back. She wore a mask and entered the office where Zander was sitting while he was interviewing Henry. "So, I found a place nearby. It is said that the place is haunted. What do you say if we can go there and check it? I am pretty sure, a grandmaster like you will surely go to check it and help those poor ghosts." Henry chuckled nervously. "Of course we will." He agreed while Sasha facepalmed herself. Henry fell right in Zander's plan.

I hug my arms around her waist and hide my face in her neck. "Mack," Anita asks in a concerned whisper as my tears roll down her skin. "I'm three hundred eighteen years old, half human half vampire. What if I can't...," I break into uncontrolled sobs. Anita gingerly pulls my face from her neck as her own tears roll down her cheeks and gives me loving eyes. "It changes nothing between us," she says in a wavering whisper and gives me a chaste kiss.

“Dm!” Windy felt scared when he had to hunt with Ezra; he involuntarily cursed. Since hunting with Ezra was very risky and laborious, it was not according to standard rules but special training. The prey they caught must not die; it must be alive. The prey they just caught will not be kept but must be released, and they have to track down the prey they have just seen. And that will repeat many times until Ezra stops.

Who would ever have thought that it would come to this… ”Skkkrrr Rhhe Kruuu Ggrrrah Nheehe“ I can't understand whatever he is talking about. The only thing I know is that… he was big…. Twice, no… thrice bigger than those I have killed. His arms are so big, that muscles can be seen forming on them. Even his veins can be seen showing on his skin. Is he the boss of these creatures? Still… he seems to be hostile even towards his likes. ”Skkkrrr Rhhe Kruuu Ggrrrah Nheehe“ Spitting out the blood that mixed with my saliva, I stood up and held my sword which was just nearby. My head is dizzy and I can say that I can lose my consciousness any time soon… ”Wai… recovery potion purchase now, hurry!“ [A

He hesitated. “But what?” “It’s through the haunted zone. My father refuses to let me go and the guards know it’s where I’m headed, so they keep cutting me off.” He bared his tiny white needle-teeth in frustration. “You aren’t afraid of the ghosts?” I asked. He patted his tiny hand against his chest. “Nyx Hura’nyx fears nobody and nothing, living or dead.” The ground began to shake. If this was the big one, flaming lava could come bursting through the walls at any moment.

“You still don’t understand, do you? You can’t control the Hallow. You never could.” My pulse spikes. “Enough.” I turn away before I do something I can’t take back. Her words echo in my skull, scraping at the edges of my patience. She’s hiding something. She’s protecting Drake. She’s sabotaging me. And I will find out how. I storm back into the main room, breath sharp, magic buzzing under my skin. The candles flicker violently as the Hallow stirs in the walls. hungry, impatient. A floorboard creaks behind me. I turn. A shadow steps into the candlelight. Tall. Broad‑shouldered. Eyes like mine, but colder. My breath catches.

The humans went about their business eating dinner and getting ready for sleep; oblivious to what went on inside the large canopy of the dense trees. Deep inside the forest, the scent of blood hung thick in the air. The night had gone eerily quiet as the five creatures were standing in a loose circle. They were oddly shaped- a cross between an orc and a goblin with limbs sprouting from their bodies at odd angles. Their eyes were mere sockets, lidless and black orbs and a slit for a mouth with a set of crisscrossed pincers and a long nose to complete their look. They were the hycwens, a blood-thirsty race of wild and untamed creatures that killed for sport and ate anything that moved.