Minecraft Hantu Novels & Stories

I went through my portable computer that was on my arm and a black silverfish-like mob & a mob with tendrils appeared right in front of us as holograms. “Just to let you know that most of the holograms models that I have are from v1.8.2 of the mod anway, the mob on the left is a buglin while the mob on the right is Rupter the buglin doesn’t do anything it just kills the player but the Rupter does, the Rupter spread the parasite to these mobs” then six minecraft mobs appeared “and they are Wolves, Zombies, Pigs, Sheep, Cows & Villagers until they can infect Horses on v1.9.0 also they these parasites have tricks of their own when they die.” I said

The thing barely hesitated—it charged Haunter with a reckless speed that made no tactical sense, claws slashing through the air like a blade with no aim. He dodged low, raking his arm up with a sickle-shaped blade he conjured mid-step. It howled—high and broken—but didn’t stop. It should’ve stopped. “Cursed,” I said sharply. “It’s not just rogue—it’s infected.” “Looks like spell rot,” Haunter growled, grabbing its scruff mid-lunge and twisting it midair. I didn’t wait. I surged forward, jamming my dagger straight through its exposed ribs.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

"I will kill all the members of your family if you do not offer yourself to me. I will bring you to the situation when you will intentionally come to me and plead to save your family members by offering yourself to me." Amara walked helpless towards the haunted mansion. She felt numb and lifeless for the happenings around her. The words of the sage begin to ring in her ears. "It will be the dark night without the moon, the onset of heavy storm and the shrill howls of dogs. There will be an unfathomable clamor present in the atmosphere, the unwelcoming cries of the eagles and the uproar of tumult yowls from everywhere around will be the indication to alert you it was the one and only day in y

Marcus cast his eyes down as his shame covered him like a new winter’s coat. “ For now,Noah, please just trust me.” For a while after Noah left his room, Marcus stared up at the ceiling, feeling like the lowest form of life for lying to his best friend. How could he possibly explain to him that his dad and new girlfriend were being haunted by an ancient spirit, the same one who haunted his gran and her sister years before? “ Hello Marcus.” The voice which suddenly interrupted his thoughts, was melodious and familiar. Marcus looked to his side and by the light of the moon beaming through the window, he saw her.

They emerge from a hole in the ground, a dark and menacing opening that seems to be the very gate to the underworld. The Drider, an equally terrifying entity, accompanies them. Its appearance is a grotesque blend of spider and humanoid, with a body covered in dark hair and long, sharp legs that creak with every movement. Its eyes, a bloody red, reflect pure malice and an insatiable thirst for power. Together, Drider and the Skinning of the mind are the embodiment of horror, a sight that could chill the bravest of souls to the bone.

' He smiled to the two who looked at him with a confused expression, and said, "Since both of you would have easier lives later, extend some help to me. When we get to the city, help me look for people haunted by ghosts, or riddled with debts, alright?" Hana, the cute school girl only thought for a moment before she nodded. "Okay. My best friend, oh, I mean, ex best friend is a horror fanatic and has shared with me several haunted locations and tips in finding haunted houses." ... A day passed. After they settled their accommodations, the young Anitos went out and split up to see their families and friends, of course from afar. Then they toured the city, bit excited since it had been a year

"Do you have any idea what you’ve just initiated?" "I’ve initiated the end of the game, Dante," I said, my voice shaking but sharp. I backed away toward the dropping lift platform, my eyes darting between him and the Ghost units who were now hesitating, their rifles lowering as the facility's own security protocols began to override their HUDs.

I dragged myself off the floor and into the bathroom to wash all the blood off me and bandage my wounds. It was a painfully slow process. I had never gotten hurt when hunting before. Never. That was partly because I didn’t hunt and partly because in all my practice, I was a silent killer. I never engaged in fights. I ambushed and killed. There were times when I felt guilty about that style, never giving the animals a fighting chance, but I thought it was better in the long run. They would still loose, werewolves were at the top of the food chain with the exception of Lycans, although they had died out so long ago that they were now nothing more than a myth. By attacking them and ending it qu

“ The next game is called the game of Echoes.” Luke announced, standing on the makeshift ring where the five used to practice fighting. “Each competitor will go through the East portal which leads to the world of the hollows. For the sake of those who do not know,” he continued. “ Hollows are phantoms that can see guilt, pain, rage, jealousy, and envy. They can also materialize into your greatest fears, your deepest desires and the things that haunt you when you sleep.