Ghoul From Beyond Slugterra Novels & Stories

“The one on my windowsill the night İpek disappeared. It smelled like sulfur. What was it?” Aziz rubbed the bridge of his nose, his expression unreadable. “A creature,” he said finally. “From the Obsidian Dimension. I killed it that night. Beheaded it, actually.” My heart skipped. “You’re serious?” He nodded once. “It was a ghoul. Nasty little thing. It must have climbed up the drainpipe. Don’t ask me how it managed that high. I tried not to wake you, but I set off your alarm when I pried the window open to get rid of it.”

] [Talent items: A set of F-Rank kitchen utensils (upgradeable), ability to create culinary concoctions that even ghouls can taste. Screens displaying my in-game identity and talent items floated before my eyes. Meanwhile, there was already a huge audience watching the livestream. They were waiting for the action to start, and I was the unlucky soul picked to play in this horror game. When they saw that I was only eighteen and possessed only the lowest-ranked talent items, everyone’s eyes nearly popped out. [She’s done for! She’s a newbie, AND she got sent to an S-Rank Map! She’s going to die in ten seconds flat.]

“The one on my windowsill the night İpek disappeared. It smelled like sulfur. What was it?” Aziz rubbed the bridge of his nose, his expression unreadable. “A creature,” he said finally. “From the Obsidian Dimension. I killed it that night. Beheaded it, actually.” My heart skipped. “You’re serious?” He nodded once. “It was a ghoul. Nasty little thing. It must have climbed up the drainpipe. Don’t ask me how it managed that high. I tried not to wake you, but I set off your alarm when I pried the window open to get rid of it.”

The staples I had driven into his side were visible—tiny, silver-white stitches against skin bruised an oxygen-starved purple. He wasn't fighting a King. He was fighting a Sledge-Wolf—a chemically enhanced monster with arms like tree trunks and eyes leaking necrotic fluid. "Betting is closed!" a voice shrieked. "The 'Mortal Relic' vs. The Butcher!" I watched, my pulse thudding a slow, syncopated rhythm. I didn't feel the fire of a fated bond. Instead, the Gilded Toll pulsed in my skull, a sharp, clinical erasure.

"It's an old dry well. Come with me, Mr. Lloyd. I'll take you there." Ten minutes later, the team geared up and returned to the ruins once again. This time, with Tora guiding them, they no longer wandered aimlessly. He led them straight to an ancient well. It was so deep that they could not see the bottom. The opening was wide enough for a grown man to descend without issue. Tora pointed down into the dark, and he seemed terrified as he said, "This is where I saw a Blood Ghoul crawl out. Mr. Lloyd, when they're not active, Blood Ghouls retreat to underground lairs—places soaked in dark, heavy energy.

Right into the crowd of the dead. “Am I still your fiancée?” I couldn’t help asking in response, looking around and noticing a ghoul roll its whitish iris just a foot away from me. He was cracking his long steel-hard claws. On the other side of me, I saw a draugr open its huge maw and look up into the sky. Its dry skin covered its bones, and its mutated muzzle was so scary I wanted to cry out. Nevertheless, I kept silent. I only squeezed the necromancer’s hand more tightly.

“Now it would be Nick.” “Charlotte and Jessica can block the stairway with magic,” Malachi said and I nodded. “I’ll be in my cloak,” Kiran said and Adara shot him a glare. “No fire, I promise. I’m never going back to Helheim.” “How many guns do you have in the house?” Malachi asked and Charlotte started to laugh. “Nine in the house and seventeen in the forest,” I said and he shook his head as he chuckled. “I guess I’ll take a gun or two,” Malachi said.

Luis was relaxing in his pool at the back of his mansion, with Marco his right hand man when one of his men walked up to them. “Boss.” He said with a slight bow. “Lucas.” “One of our stash houses was hit this morning.” There was silence for a while, which made Lucas fidget. Luis watched as Marco emerged from the pool, his arms, chest and back full of numerous black tattoos on pale skin. At over 6”4 he was an intimidating figure made of raw muscles. “And?” He asked impatiently. “They made away with two kilograms of our product.” Marco was now standing few inches away from Lucas.

Always me. “Morning, healer.” Kael didn't greet him. Typical. “What did you find?” I asked. Bren pointed at the water. “This.” I knelt beside him—and froze. Dead fish. Dozens of them. Floated up along the shore, their scales pale, eyes clouded, bodies stiff. All of them with the same odd discoloration beneath the gills—a greyish-green marbling that looked disturbingly similar to the veins spreading along the spines of the sick pack members.

I nodded like I was following her words when I did not know anything that she meant. She took me to a room where someone was making a call, the person was alone inside. She wanted to knock when the person let out a growl of anger like he was a shifter, one of the five prominent group. He wasn’t. He had that glow around him which reminded me of my father and that told me that he was a Folk.