Phantasma Scooby-doo Novels & Stories

It wasn’t particularly cold. “Oh come on,” I said. “It’ll be fine. If it’s one of those girl ghosts with the long black hair we’ll easily beat the shit out of her.” I followed Jespert through the gravestones, sword in hand just in case. Sadly, Sadako never appeared. In the middle of the cemetery there was a stone building. A crypt. The doorway was a gaping black hole. Jespert disappeared into it. I paused in the doorway and looked back at the Scooby gang jostling to let someone else go first.

As if struck by a sudden stroke of genius, the flight attendant scrambled on her hands and knees toward a foreign doctor standing nearby. "This is Dr. Reuben Smith, one of the top specialists in Scallow City! With how advanced modern medicine is, what illness can't be cured?" "Diana is nothing but a quack—waving around a few packets of herbs and pretending to be some kind of miracle doctor. She's just trying to scam you out of your money!"

then a pure joy when I ripped their heads off. I quickly shook that thoughts away and just proceeded to ready myself before coming down to have some breakfast. To my relief, my parents weren't aware that I was out last night which made me feel somehow guilty. If they found out that someone had tried to kill us again, I was certain that they're going to keep me grounded for the rest of my life. They may say that they were totally fine about the whole werewolf stuff but I still could hear them asking questions about me whenever I'm not in the room. Especially my Ma who was still quite shock about how we really exist. So I noted to myself not to transform in front of her, knowing that she might

The stench of death hung in the air, Mike’s black ooze slowly seeping into the carpet. I forced myself to stay calm, my eyes scanning the rapidly scrolling chat. 【Wait, I think this is a word game!】 【What do you mean?】 【I’ve played horror games like this before. The Boss twists your wish! That guy said he wanted to ‘expose’ the Boss, and the Boss stripped all the flesh from his bones.】 【Holy crap, so how do you beat it?】

Waiting until the moment I got drafted, and everyone knew I was leaving, giving Dominic all the time he needed to unleash everything he ever held back. Chapter 1.40 Scooby-Doo and a Witch, Xoxo Nyx

It was the sound of a world struggling to compress two incompatible realities into a single space. "Dr. Cross!" A nurse practically lunged at her, eyes wide and bloodshot. "The ER is a madhouse. We have six patients in the ICU with 'phantom limb' syndrome, except... the limbs aren't phantom. They’re appearing on the thermal scans." Evangeline hurried to the observation deck of Ward 4. What she saw was a scientific impossibility made flesh. A young man sat on the edge of his bed, clutching a head that was periodically Phasing.

I close my eyes and fall into a variation of my usual nightmare. It’s quiet, too quiet. The only sounds are the soft patters of mouse paws skirting across wooden floorboards. I’m in the old slave holding cell from my childhood but I am, as I am now, an adult. I’m in my assassin outfit. There are slaves all around me, but they are frozen in time. Their mouths are agape as if they are afraid and their eyes are empty as if they’ve lost the will to live. Their forms are distorted into odd postures, some with their legs bent over their heads or an arm bent backwards against the joint and up. They don’t have hair or distinguishable faces, and they all wear the same rags I remember from my childhoo

Scott’s POV The Eclipse party felt like a fever dream I couldn’t wait to escape. A tall guy in an expensive suit had been flirting hard, whispering how he could change my life, if I spent the night on my knees. My body reacted, my cock twitched at the offer, but my mind? Was not there.

​The platform dropped. ​As they descended into the Pacific, the water around the Shallows was no longer clear. It was thick with a violet bioluminescence that looked like oily smoke. The Sterling Exiles' needle-pods, once silent and dead, were beginning to vibrate in their undersea graves, their internal systems being jump-started by the Ouroboros signal. ​"They're waking up," Lyra whispered, her spatial awareness flaring. "The 'Exiles' in the pods... they're not coming back as people. The virus is using their neural interfaces to create a Ghost Army."

This was the first Sombra-Temple, though Avery preferred the more clinical term "Resonance Node." "They don't come here to trade anymore, Avery," Tommy said, his voice echoing in the vast, vaulted chamber. He was carrying a spectrum analyzer, the screen showing the complex overlapping waves of the "Ghost-Memories" currently flooding the local network. "They come here to remember. The Sombra is using the building’s old server cooling pipes to circulate 'Memory-Spores.' When a person stands in this room, they aren't just breathing; they’re downloading the history of the building, encoded in the fungal marrow."