Fun Ghoul Novels & Stories

Now I knew where the worst Youtubers had learned all their stupid clichés. The four ghost hunters looked like one of the rock bands Mom listened to, all of them wearing black from head to toe, and a hot macho frontman: Brandon Price, creator, executive producer and lead investigator of the show. Anything else in your spare time, dear? But no matter their looks, they actually behaved like teens on spring break.

Was she safe? But of course, he cannot concentrate on that when the Beta was trying to bite his throat. Caleb was struggling before he was snapping his jaws at the Beta. ‘You’re good but not that good. You did not learn the Ancient way and you have been missing out pup,’ the Beta snarled before he was punching Caleb with his hind limbs before Caleb was hitting the trunk. He went limp before something—or someone—was screaming inside his head. ‘Mine!’ it roared before Caleb saw a giant wolf with blonde fur and blue eyes. It was attacking the Beta before it roared. Caleb was limping before the new wolf was tearing the hind limbs of the Beta.

She'd been right about Paoli. He was an honest-to-God blood sucking vampire. Not really alive, but not dead. He was undead. There was no telling how many innocent people he'd killed. Well, she wasn’t about to be added to his numbers. She jerked the gaudy silver cross from her pocket and shoved it against his forehead.

She seemed to be out cold, and his stomach knotted as he thought of how she might react when she woke. Sighing, he nuzzled his face into her neck, breathing in her beautiful scent. He hadn't known it would happen this way, but he was glad she was finally his, even if she didn't know it yet. It would take time, but the darkness would become a part of her, until she was as strong as he was now, a full 'Shadowsouled', as the few of her kind that knew of their existence called them. Her former kind, he corrected, smiling and wrapping his arms tighter around her. He'd grow stronger from his too, much stronger, and some of that power would flow through to his brothers in turn, and their cousins, t

Cyrus chuckled, "I was overseas, Iraq, you know the war on terror. Anyway, we were in the middle of a hot zone when a group of things called Ghuls I Beanban appeared." "What are those?" "Flesh-eating undead, or something like it," Cyrus shook his head, "Thank the god's Boomer brought his flamethrower that day. The Taliban didn't stand a chance the Ghul tore them apart. It was the first time I uncorked the bottle," He raised the phylactery, "Giichi appeared, and the Ghuls knew what it was. They tried to run. The bastards didn't get far." Warren found it hard to keep his eyes open, and he forced himself to stay awake. "So, how should we take down the forest giant?"

No one is daring enough to do it. I would have taken it upon myself to ask Sin, but my concentration is focused on something else. Something lurking at the entrance of the throne room; something only I can see. Ten ghouls. These ghouls are waiting. Dark, grey matter is smeared on their clothes as their bodies itch with sores all over. They look worse than the previously dead people I have seen. These are the people who died recently. Death has come to punish me. Now, I have to accept my punishment.

He took his time and finally fixed his attention to the short girl with butterfly hairpins, thinking he would easily devour her. As soon as he was done calculating, he jumped as high, alerting the three humans. But as the ghoul’s increased speed, he immediately took his target and disappeared within a blink leaving Yushiro and Rebecca to freeze in the moment. When they realized, they spread and chased the ghoul.

I don’t even want to tell her about the exhausting day that I had. “…” She gave me a hard and piercing stare that meant she wants to hear everything even if I don’t want to tell her. “A monster killed one of my co-teachers. It’s called a winged-ghoul and it could detach its torso from its legs. I’ve never heard of one or even seen one before but it apparently feed on pregnant women.” “Oh my, how dreadful is that. Did it hurt you?” “No, I said I’m fine. We easily killed the thing.”

The two bloodsuckers Mikali was holding at gunpoint in a dark cavern looked exactly like what Jo had been imagining when she’d picked out two potential snitches in her mind. Both of them were groveling on the ground, sweat pouring from their undead foreheads as they pleaded with the Guardian to let them go. Mikali was glaring at them, standing at his full height, which had to be at least six three since he towered over Jo, alternating the target at the end of his Beretta from one sniveling bastard to the other.

"Let's do this." The God Giant Statue of Destroyers, a grotesque amalgamation of dark energy and ancient power, roared to life. Its eyes glowed with malevolence, and its massive arms swung down, aiming to crush the Gaia clan beneath its might. The ground trembled with each step it took, and the air crackled with dark energy.