Haunting Their Asses Novels & Stories

Asher The drive to the Aston pack was a long but quiet one. I sank into several feelings and notions in my head, none helped try to ease the worry of what I might find. What I might witness. Too much was already happening and I felt that all of these were connected in some stupid and deranged way. All of these could not be orchestrated by one person, one man that wanted to bring chaos to the night creatures. Or where they are trying to get my attention on something because it worked.

Weak. "Don't you dare ignore me you asshole! " His neck snaps around and he growls lowly in warning, baring his teeth. "You killed someone, you understand that. Killed! I know it wasn't your intention but you won't be able to save them like this. " Jax ignores me sniffing the air, stepping off, maybe to find a more interesting prey. Oh no asshole. I scramble from my position, running around him and blocking his path. "You're upset. I get that, but guess what man, we're all f***ing upset and exhausted. Our pack is dying you asshole. "

Its height, making the trees sway. The bushes rustled…. The birds sleeping in their nest flies away. Bones so hollow and empty, rotting flesh hangs from the monster. It takes a step, inching further. No heart, no lungs — the monster feels nothing. Yet it souls yearn for something. ‘Accashia’s death. Accashia’s death! Death of the beast from the east… my wretched soul, tonight will feast.’ “No,” Luntian breathes, and her voice returns to her own ears. “No! You will not touch them! You will have to stomp over my dead body before you can get to that cave!”

Have you become gay Sky? They were hustling and heckling greedily like vampires for the best scoop I can offer them....whether it was real or not.... Really I hate them bastards....but as if to say they don't really get to me. It's been a long time since they've been nothing to me.

’ were the only nuggets of wisdom Dad imparted onto me. I already knew what a bite from a hellhound meant, an agonizing and painful death with your spirit eventually claimed by the very hellhound that bit you. I saw them all emerge from the woods like a large shadow. Their rotted flesh stung my nose with their putrid smell, making me almost wince.

Yes_you_suck YES, SAY THAT AGAIN AND IMMA COME TO YOUR HOUSE THIS MINUTE TO HIT YOU WITH MY BAT. Cereal_killer DAMN! SORRY THAT WAS AUTOCORRECT. NOE4LIFE! THERE! Will_the_devil WOW! YOU ALL ARE SO WEIRD. I_pooped WELCOME TO THE LIFE OF COMMONERS, MR. ASSHAT PRINCE. Will_the_devil I DON'T UNDERSTAND THE MEANING OF HALF OF THE WORDS YOU GUYS USE. WHAT'S 'ASSHAT' AND 'NOE' AND 'ZOE?'

The real nightmare would begin when the greater haunts came. I could not waste a second, so I floored it downtown. The streets were a horror show of limbs and shattered skulls. Bloated haunts, stuffed from their feasts, snored as they floated in the air. When my car suddenly died, I stepped out and, with a wave of my hand, summoned the nearest haunt, slapping a cool million in gold coins into its palm. "Get me downtown, pronto." The haunt, grinning ear to ear, nearly lost its head, literally. It slapped its head back on and, turning into a dark mist, whisked me away to the city's heart.

HAHAHA! Everything back there was once exciting yet it easily turned dark and dim once they learned something unnatural for them. Their mischief laughter still rang so clear like crystal in my mind. I could even feel the trash and any liquid substance being thrown or poured as I was once a rug on the mud. ‘HAHAHA! Take that freak.’

The drive back to the mansion felt like a journey through the depths of hell. Ashley stared out the window, her reflection in the glass a ghostly image of the girl she used to be. The streets blurred into one another, but all she could see was the man’s face—the terror in his eyes, the sound of the gunshot, the lifeless body slumping in the chair.

“Sight and sound are irrelevant to them. Once they smell you, they will find you, and end you." ‎A chill crawled down my spine. ‎“That is unless— you end them first." I let out a small sigh. What was wrong with this system and dramatic effects? Would it have killed it to spit everything out in one go? ‎“These beasts are like no other. They are super fast. We call them the flash of the underworld,” it added brightly. ‎Great. Just great. ‎One more problem, to throw in the mix, like we weren't already in enough problems.