Hunter (DarkiplierXReader) PreviewYou walked the halls of S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters, you were ecstatic when you found out they were going to put up a ghost hunter branch.You had always been interested in ghosts and hauntings, it wasn't until you found a few people who enjoyed ghost hunting that you made your own small business.You contended with every type of apparition possible, anything from ghosts of long dead people to something short of demons.Your clients would always thank you whenever you would take care of their problem, you didn't do all the shabang like most ghost hunters, you would communicate with a ghost, and make a deal with it for it to either go someplace else, or to finally rest in peace.You walked into your bosses office, he is about average height and just a bit above average weight, he had dark brown hair that he slicked back just enough to look nice."Good morning Haman, I heard you had a new report?" You asked, he turned to you from looking out of the window, "Oh yes I did." He replied as he w
MordecaiMr Kettering, a stout stubble faced man of thirty, stood hand poised ready to knock. Before him loomed an ominous ebony door, polished and illuminated by the striking glare of a nearby lamppost, it's gaseous flame flickered nonchalant. A confetti of snow had begun to collect over Mr Kettering's lacklustre brown jacket. He shuffled his thick soled boots. The cold was nipping his cheeks in a petty manner as is the wont of a premature snowstorm. Mr Kettering raised his knuckles again. Hesitant he rapped a couple of times. Silence. The wind around him howled. Behind him a merry threesome swayed to and fro up a long pavement. Listening to them as they cajoled. He assumed that they were on a return trip home or were just navigating towards their next drinking hole.After a time the ominous door creaked open. Mr Kettering stepped through. No one was there. No servant to greet him. No master of the house to inquire of his business. A simple straight forward hall. A cubby hole of a hall. Mr Ket
The rise of the Blue Bloods: Chapter sixMidnight in Hollow Lair forest, not the usual territory for Ryan and Bryn, however this forest was Blue Blood property, but it is not what it used to be, far from it. Haunted by a continual tear in its equilibrium, the tall trees have become twisted and mangled into peculiar living knots, the ground gives off a gas from the bog with a whistling sound the haze making visibility hard, humans at any long stretch of time readily become delusional.The Lone Assassin was making his way through the thick alienated hollow in the direction of Nightshade forest, he had a mission, and he was paid in advance, to assassinate the beasts that had killed so many innocent humans, when he came across a clearing, the moon was shining high in the sky, tired he took to climbing a tree to get some rest, nestled down he awoke to the sound of voices below, “Bryndle and Ryan, a Blue Blood family reunion, welcome cousins” muttered a hooded mysterious figure, The Assassin’s ears perked up
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