Ghoul Books Novels & Stories

“They don’t like it when I say I’ve already been there.” “Hard to go somewhere you don’t believe in.” He mused. “True statement.” She agreed. “I pulled a few books for you. Don’t feel like you have to all of them. Or even any of them.” “I appreciate this. I’m not sure what to think about all of this.” “The woman? The feelings you have? Or the gifts she has?” Giving her a wry smile, he asked, “Do I have to pick just one?” “Absolutely not.” Ciara shuffled the books and pulled one out, handing it over. “This one is about ghosts. I also pulled a few about white covens.”

A cold dread, sharper than the chill in the air, shot up from the soles of my feet. The patch of shadow in the corner began to writhe unnaturally, coalescing into a denser form. A human silhouette, darker than the darkness around it, slowly detached itself from the wall. It was tall and gaunt, its entire form wreathed in an impenetrable, smoky blackness. The air grew still and heavy, as if the room itself was holding its breath. Then, a voice, cold and utterly devoid of emotion, sounded not in my ears, but directly in my mind.

She opened it—pages parting easily now, as though the book recognized her exhaustion and offered no resistance. She flipped past the early chapters she had already memorized. Deeper. To the sections she had only skimmed before, too afraid to linger. *Control of the Undead* The script here was denser, colder. Diagrams of binding circles, sigils of domination, lists of names for the restless dead. Zombies—simple thralls of flesh, bound by will alone. Ghouls—carrion-eaters, drawn by hunger, controlled through offerings of meat and bone.

The drumming grew louder. It wasn't a drum made of wood and skin; it was the sound of iron paws hitting stone. ​"Kael, what is that?" Seraphina asked, her voice shaking as she climbed out of the massive bed. Her legs felt like jelly, but the adrenaline was starting to kick in. ​"The Shadow-Hounds," Kael said, his face pale. He moved to the door and pressed his ear against the metal. "They aren't animals. They are creatures made of hunger and smoke. They can smell the magic in your blood, even through the void-iron walls."

The books here were faintly covered in dust. As he reached out to the top shelf, his eyes fell on a familiar thick black book lying on the floor. The Art Of The Body. Before he could stop himself, his eyes flicked up and locked with Scarlett. She didn't look away, but a deep blush gradually spread across her cheeks. That book brought back memories, and for a moment, he forgot the unspoken tension between them. He looked away finally and pulled out several dusty books from the shelf. Two were about old werewolves, one about vampires, and the last one was about witches.

But when she arrived, my sister was already there—having my remains exhumed, preparing to cremate them alongside our parents and take us all back to our hometown. The sight of my bones stopped Adeline cold. Her face went white, her lips drained of color. She stared, transfixed, at the skeletal remains. My sister spotted her and immediately stepped in front of me, protective. "What are you doing here, Adeline? Are you here to destroy my brother's remains too?!" Her voice carried, and the workers nearby turned to stare at Adeline. Adeline's face crumpled. She hung her head, overcome with regret. "Nellie... I was wrong. I know I was wrong. I didn't know... I didn't know about all the things Sam

Tasha was devastated about the reality of her being a ghost. She thought she was dead, she had dreams. Even if she acted like a slut whose only interests were parties and getting boys hard for fun. She wanted to be a doctor, just to save lives. But everything was never gonna happen for her, and she thought everything had ended for her.

It said, sounding sure of itself. “Maybe an animal just took its last breath.” The other opined, “It’s the dark forest. Things die by the second. Let’s go.” “No. Just wait a second. If I am right, it means one more soul in the bag.” He stated gleefully and walked around, kicking everything in sight. I knew that move. It was a ghoul’s tactic aimed at catching anything that thought it could outsmart it by holding its breath. It was general knowledge that a ghoul would kick everything - including a dead animal - for days to ascertain it was truly dead and not pretending.

with its ribs sticking out at all angles and exposed bones everywhere. As I took in their appearance, they smiled at me, making me wonder why I thought it was a good idea to knock on this door. There must have been at least 5 rows of razor sharp teeth in their mouth. The idea of having to fight a ghoul truly did make me nauseous. I straightened my spine and made “eye contact” with them and smiled. “I need to know where I am please.” The ghoul tilted their head and cackled, “Are you new to the underworld or something? How did you even get out this far?”

She said. "This is my ghost Talia." Melanie said. "Gracie." Emily said. "Fredrick." Jay said. "Jessie." Adam said. "Oh my, its a ghoul." Screamed Fredrick. The other ghost couldn't understand what was wrong with a ghoul so they thought he was over reacting. "So." Jessie said. "You don't know what a ghoul is do you?" They shook their heads and Gracie said, "Nope." "Ghouls are known as fiendish creatures, they are stubborn, and dangerous isn't that so Kazu." He said, focusing on the ghoul who found him dramatic, Kazu smiled at him, and said.