Ghoul From Beyond Slugterra Novels & Stories

If it were an ordinary sharp weapon, it would bend or even break if the monster exerted its full force. However, the Ghoul-Locker Spear was almost a spirit tool. Not to mention the level three Underworld's Alligator-Turtle, even if it was given a hundred years to grow to level eight, it would not be able to damage the Ghoul-Locker Spear. Caspian watched as the Underworld's Alligator-Turtle struggled helplessly, and his eyes flashed with a harsh light. The low intelligence of a level three monster exceeded Caspian's imagination. Using that opportunity, Caspian quickly took out an array map and activated it. Then, a glowing red light was stuffed into the depths of the Underworld's Alligator-Tu

Greystone, King's uncle, understood the old ways and secretly taught an emerging group of young men to fight their pacifist ways, King among them. When the hellhounds began destroying the human world, Greystone and his trained Warriors came to the rescue. Hellhounds are our name for these undead creatures that look like hounds from hell. Scientists genetically modified formaldehyde, or more precisely modified a protein within the formaldehyde, and started the chemical reaction that took our dead, melded their bodies into four-legged, hunched creatures with poisonous claws that tunnel through mountains of dirt and razor-sharp teeth with a toxic saliva that kills humans.

The thermal overlay on Leo’s visor flared. Clinging to the ceiling and walls of the massive filtration chamber ahead were dozens of heat signatures. They weren't human anymore. They were Feral Ghouls—scavengers and Sump rats who had consumed too much unfiltered runoff and heavy metals. The toxicity had destroyed their higher brain functions, leaving only a hyper-aggressive, mutated predatory instinct. They were pale, hairless, and their limbs were grotesquely elongated, allowing them to scramble across the rusted pipes like spiders.

Possibly registering the pain in relation to the alluring taste of Shifter blood, filling its rotten mouth. Not allowing the beast another second to think Brandon gripped the poker and pulled back, releasing a fine gush of blood, and at this the Ghoul shied back in pain, as dark blood gushed out of the new, and slightly cooked hole in its throat. Possibly choking on its own blood....The Ghoul hissed in rage and drew back further, dropped the child’s leg, before it came up to its full height, black ooze dribbled off into the shadows of the night as it flashed a set of needle sharp fangs and like a coiled spring the Ghoul suddenly shot forward.

I saw Eric as three of the beings tackled him to the ground and I concentrated on them first. “Brenna,” I said as I locked eyes with one of them and I felt the cold dread in my soul. His eyes were lifeless and black, his skin was pale like a corpse that had been dead for some time. His nails were long and he had fangs instead of teeth. ‘Watch out for their bite, that’s how they fight,’ I said in everyone’s heads. ‘What are they?’ Slade asked. ‘Ghouls,’ I said. We were on the attack and I saw the ghouls go down easily but to my utter shock they stood up again after a few minutes of being killed. The only ones that remained dead were the ones I had burned.

I looked through the window of his eyes, wondering what was wrong. “Ghouls!” Came the sturdy voice of Kir. “They are here and in large numbers. I can smell them!” He explained, and every atom of peace left me. Ghouls were bad news, and Ithra lay asleep on Kir’s back, totally undisturbed. They were dead spirits that escaped the underworld, roaming through the dark forest and sniffling souls from every living thing they sensed. Thankfully, as a werewolf, we learned to mask our scent using the earth, and Kir was ready to do that. Except that Ithra was still asleep and in harm's way.

Even the zombies were not able to last even one second. With Greedy Wolf in his hand, Chase released a blade aura that was two feet long. A white blade flash formed into half a circle. Any undead that touched it would instantly turn to black dust. After about half an hour, these underlings were completely destroyed. That was when a giant, rotting old hag who was about ten feet tall crawled over like a spider. She moved with agile speed and made no sound, just like a phantom ghost. All three of them were shocked by her appearance.

When your soul has reincarnated, it doesn't matter whether you are a strong level or not, what matters is the evolution. “Ha~” Yao Tie wiped his sweat using the [Undead Robe]. He has no inventory so he can't store the equipment he found in this dungeon. “I will fight the boss soon…” He pointed out that the boss here was the Undead Great Summoner. A boss-type ghoul that can summon dozens of ghouls in an instant. He guessed that this would be enough for [Soul Blood Throat].