Ghoul Batman Novels & Stories

------ Rank 1000 : Creed Gryffon Origin : Clanless Combat Style : Unregistered Description : Batch-43, Cadet of the Internatory Glitch Armed Services. A reckless 17 years old Glitch hunter who blatantly challenged and fought the envoy of the Alliance itself and stood his ground. The alliance considered him to be an esteemed donor of a premium Soul Armas. His most recognizable feat is the unrestrained slaughter of more than 5000 ghoul on the Pandemonium all by himself using unknown twin blade proficiency. Title : The Ghoul Reaper

I finish my current opponent, an Earth Golem, as I thrust my claws onto his chest and jump to his head to kicked his charcoal orbs making it lose its balance and collapse on the hard ground making it shook for a moment. I smile in victory but my victorious smile suddenly fades as I saw the battalion of ghouls together with the goblins approaching my direction. I don't know if I could fight these number of foes for we've been fighting all along. My stamina is getting drained, and I don't have an element to use.

"I am the Shadow Knight. Once Kaelen Dawnblade. Bearer of the Soulstone. Enemy of the corrupt Council. Avenger of the murdered innocents. I claim these names and purposes. I reject oblivion's comfort." The amalgamation of memories retreated, its composite features displaying surprise. The bone song changed tenor, becoming less overwhelming demand and more respectful recognition. The darkness surrounding him thinned, revealing the ossuary's interior fully for the first time. At its centre grew a tree unlike any in the living world. Its trunk and branches consisted entirely of bones fused together, not constructed but somehow grown into this impossible configuration. Instead of leaves, small f

Chaos darted towards the bat, flying towards it directly, surprising the bat! "Let's see… can you vacuum my soul?" he asked, as Chaos' soul suddenly surged from his body like a blazing black flame, shaping themselves as giant chaotic claws that began to slash and attack the giant, ten-meter-tall bat! The bat tried to fight back by firing shadow bullets, but Chaos attacks were immensely strong, its Vacuum was not able to vacuum souls for some reason, and it ended ultimately being sliced into pieces! The entire pile of sliced pieces of the bat fell over the ground, making quite the bloody scene.

Then not caring for stealth Ezekiel descended on the Ghoul. Possibly weakened by blood loss the beast didn’t notice Ezekiel encroaching on its meal and with a dominate growl Ezekiel rushed in towards its front and much like a bat he cocked back and slammed the metal bar into its face. The metal connected on the solid side of the Ghouls head and barely managed to rip off its large leathery ear, as in the last seconds before the attack, the Ghoul became aware of Ezekiels presence and tried to dance back out of his range.

"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!

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

I close my eyes and fall into a variation of my usual nightmare. It’s quiet, too quiet. The only sounds are the soft patters of mouse paws skirting across wooden floorboards. I’m in the old slave holding cell from my childhood but I am, as I am now, an adult. I’m in my assassin outfit. There are slaves all around me, but they are frozen in time. Their mouths are agape as if they are afraid and their eyes are empty as if they’ve lost the will to live. Their forms are distorted into odd postures, some with their legs bent over their heads or an arm bent backwards against the joint and up. They don’t have hair or distinguishable faces, and they all wear the same rags I remember from my childhoo

It was like a dead human with the strangest appearance. Elongated nails that were as black as the dark night. A body that seems to be fading she could almost call it a ghost if not for the fact that she was really looking at it. No form of nose, eyes mouth or ears, just a black foggy head. What was it? Suddenly, bright reddish orbs blazed open from the formless head and looked straight at her, spellbinding her that she just couldn't look away. There was a flash of something in its eyes that if she had blinked, she would have missed it.

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.