Novel & Cerita Pinhead Horror

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

Then, I pivoted and yanked his hand down, resulting in a loud crack followed by his scream as his hand broke. Having tied my hair into a bun, I reached for my hairpin, which was coated in wolfsbane and hidden in my hair. His eyes widened when he saw it. "You should have been smarter than to point a knife at me," I told him before stabbing him with the pin. "Die a sweet death, amateur," I added. It was then that I noticed the horror on everyone’s faces, and I saw a concerned Brenton making his way toward me. He pushed me into a room that turned out to be the bathroom.

Lowly humming, looking around and chewing on the inside of her cheek. “You know you’re gonna end up chewing a hole through your face if you keep doing that,” I sigh, trying to get my mind off the obviously impending nightmare awaiting us both. “What do you suggest I do?” she asks. She stretches her neck and shoulders uncomfortably. “This is taking hella long. I just want this night to end.” “I know.” Then it begins. An electrifying pain shoots through my brain as a blinding ringing fills my ears. The electricity coats my head before bleeding downward, radiating over my entire body. White hot pain rips and tears through me as every bone in my body cracks, breaks and extends before jutting its

Who will I blame other than me for making a flower like girl into a heartless one ? I shut both my ears after getting irritated when I began to hear all unnecessary sounds. Already I took an ampule till now but I think dosage wasn't enough and my hand was itching for another one. I grabbed another ampule and a syringe on floor. Left hand is almost filled with black dots.

The red-clad female ghost had once slaughtered an entire room of players in three seconds, then hung their corpses upside down from tree branches with red silk, creating a forest of dangling bodies. The Scissorhands monster had skewered more than a dozen people together, stirring their organs with his blades until they dissolved into a pile of flesh. As for the warden, he locked each team inside separate rooms and released over a dozen ghosts among them, forcing them to betray one another in desperate attempts to survive. In the end, every single one of the players was torn to pieces. All the players knew was that the bosses' methods were monstrously cruel. What they didn't know was that tho

I sat there, watching my little girl, silent and soulless, as if she were already gone. The emergency room's red light flashed urgently. Numb, I perched on a hallway bench, frozen in time. After an eternity, or maybe just two hours, the emergency room doors swung open. The doctor removed his mask, his face grim. "I'm sorry, we did everything we could. The fishbone pierced her trachea; we couldn't save her." I tried to stand, but my legs betrayed me, and I crumpled to the floor. A guttural scream tore from my throat.

Then I push my power into her one more time. Corinda’s body tenses, attempting to curl into itself, but I hold her legs apart with all of my strength. Her head is flung back into the dirt and her fingers claw at the ground, ripping up dead grass and clumps of dirt. Soon enough, silver starts to ooze from her opening. Her body is wracked with the full-throated screams that leave her panting and her throat raw. When I’m finally done, there is only a few ounces of silver on the jacket. It seems like so little to set off the amount of pain and terror that has run through this trio and has happened because of them.

A loose sleeveless shirt and pajamas shorts. Her hands were smoothly shaven and exposed to the hungry gaze of the demi god making the preteen stomach grumble very loudly. The lady did not even stir. She was so deep in sleep, she didn't realize the doom about to befall her. Makunde bared his razor sharp rows of fang like teeth before clamping his jaw down on her hand taking off a huge chunk of flesh in the first bite. The female screamed in pain right out of her sleep as blood immediately began to flow out of the limb. Her eyes widened at the sight of the kid calmly chewing her flesh.