Batman Ghoul Novels & Stories

Her eyes were set on the person that I pointed at. "Oh." She turned to me, raising my eyebrows, "That's Ares Young." "Ares Young?" "Yeah. He's a billionaire, and he owns the White Claws team. Rumors said that he killed people before and got away with it." My eyes were about to pop out of its socket hearing it. My lungs suddenly decided to betray me by not letting me breathe properly. "We were warned not to mess with him before, and he's bad news." Too late, Jaz.

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

Nate pointed out "There is more to this poison then the norm...I would know." Mantilo replied heavily. "Back in my younger years...There was one man, a Leopard with me when I stumbled upon the first and last dying Ghoul to appear in our lands years ago." Mantilo ran a hand over his chin, took a deep breath and resumed his tail, with obvious hesitation.

Sebastian did the same and attacked the ghoul, stabbing him in the process. The ghoul roared in pain; Cassandra rushed to it and stabbed its leg. Sebastian rode its back, strangling him. He waved his hand, and a huge rock went to the ghoul's face. Cassandra transformed back into her wolf and bite its stomach. She felt disgusted tasting the green liquid coming off from the ghoul. Sebastian jumped down, and the ghoul fell on the ground, dead. To make sure, Sebastian stabbed his chest. "Hecatos!" Ikrur roared. The battlefield fell in silence. The man with a black coat appeared, and they didn't expect to see him.

They also move faster and more determined as Zombies do. Often these monsters will use their similarity to any other rotting corpse to wait for prey, lying dormant until a victim comes too close. Once this happens, the Ghoul will awake suddenly and lash out at its target, often achieving surprise. Ghouls are stupid creatures who are controlled by a slandered necromancer who uses shadow magic . Ahmet led the group away because he felt that this place was not suitable to expose themselves, two hours to the north they found another village they hid to watch the situation.

A ghoul now stood behind them only 7 meters away dangling his giant tongue like a whip. "Kid! You need to back off!" Falco grabbed Creed by his shirt arm and pulled him away. In the blink of an eye, Agenor and Colt bolted with their weapons to decapitate the beast. *SHHRRIKKKEEE The Ghoul screeched as he felt the bloodthirst against him. Nevertheless, Colt biceps bulged as he launched his lance towards the ghoul's neck. Unfortunately, before it could reach its target, the ghoul used his tongue to thrash his lance away from him. The impact of the tongue against his lance, Colt arm tremble and his grip loosened. The lance dug two feet into the ground.

If I am in a mine shaft, an old well, or just a hole in the ground, no one will ever find me. I hear the sound again, "Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch." This time it is even louder than it was before and it sounds strangely right above me. I hesitate to raise my hands for fear that I will connect with something that I don't necessarily want to and then I crouch down, hoping that whatever it is goes away before it finds me. Although, I already know better. I know what is haunting me and torturing my soul. She owns me and I know it. The minute she took my soul, pieces of my personality slowly started to disappear. Now I am just a shadow.

"It's simple, the vanishers are a different specie of werewolves, and in my pack, there'll be vanishers and werewolves. I won't make everyone invisible, only special people. The vanishers will be our army." "Whatever, as far as you all bow down to me," Zain chuckled. "Then we won't have problems." *** "You are under arrest for the murder of a total of two thousand werewolves that were entrusted in your care," Trainor said aloud as he barged into Matt's office. "Trainor?" Matt stood up. Trainor walked over to Matt, roughly pulled his hands behind him, and handcuffed them. "What is going on here?" Matt screamed. "You are advised to remain silent or whatever you say will be used against you." T

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

"Ehm, I'm about to uhm, you know, take a bath and stuff. Being a descent uhh ghost *clears throat*..." His blue eyes were focused on her and nothing else, revealing no emotion or thought whatsoever and his mouth remained mute. Is he still mad at me? In the end, that bath was the shortest one of her life. Geneva came out once again but now with a face deeply highlighted to look like an ebony queen and nails polished nude. She was covered from head to toe in her white lolita wedding gown. A wide hat sat atop her head as a veil covered her face. Her feet were in heels, her fingers in gloves, no skin was left available to the ghost!