Once Upon a Nightmare
Neither demon nor specter, but more of a shadow. it moved as i did, matching me step-for-step, with unerring, and unnerving accuracy and persistence. there was malice in its veiled eyes, and an unspoken pain in its poise.
The Promise 2 - To Herself
_well, i helped._ the spectre grinned circling her head.
The Shrouded Scribe and the Audacious Composer
“excuse me,” asked bartholomew, “but aren’t you the one who wrote that penny dreadful about jack the specter?” “i am,” said andrew. “you gave me nightmares for a month.
The Asylum
Farkas noxx, an expert dog fighter, and we have state-of-the-art specter fighters for him to fly. onyx shadowwolf, the weapon smith behind most of the new guns on the ship. and a cook named sivilla.
Ander - Chapter 6, Subchapter 68
She put one foot outside, squinting into the night, and the face of a tortured spectre suddenly loomed out of the white darkness of the storm, its eyes half-lidded and its fur covered in clumps of frost.
Nyandemic Story, pt. 8
° entropy gets us all, sooner or later; the spectre at the masque of the red death had probably just come to fix the clock. ° (god _knows_ what happens to the tax authorities when entropy sets its sights on them.)
Chapter 1: Dawn
#1 of detective lucario and the specter of mt. pyre my first story, so please, no flames... anyways this is a prologue to a story i'm going to write whether the public likes it or not!
Reaper: Graesham Campaign: Seventh Interlude
spectre..." i narrowed my eyes. "hmmm... no... not quite. it responds to emotion instead of actually having a soul... it can differentiate friend from foe with their emotions...
The Leaves of Fall Act 2: Fear the Nobodies (Part 26)
“the specter of capitalism was a lot less frightening than i thought it’d be.”? “that’s just a concept from the communist manifesto,” you remind your dumbass friend? \>”ah, yeah. that book was good. not at all scary though.”?
Across the Rift 12
Fiona also removed a weapon from the rack, a m4 spectre, and brought it to the table before retrieving the necessary materials to fully clean the weapons.
How not to be Pony
**nobody likes a wise guy... and here is where lord vile specter, who refused to speak to us, lives.** a nondescript shack is blown up.
Bunkhouse Stories
I blinked, and that specter tried to make itself known again. it was smaller than i remembered, not as close to me now. it was a more strange, less frightening form, like a lost child, if demons ever lost their children.