Ghoul From Beyond Slugterra Novels & Stories

She hovered her left hand above them quickly to see if she could sense something coming from them and pulled it back to grab a black glove out of her jacket. “Were they by the graves that got raided? I will take these. We just started our investigation. It’s too soon to tell if they’re related to our case, but we will look into them. Thank you for bringing them to our attention.” Coralis knew exactly what these marbles were, but she couldn’t tell what they were to the caretaker. They were not marbles: they were spelled cages containing thick and highly concentrated smoke. If someone breaks any one of them, upon contact with the ambient air, its content will materialize into a ghoul.

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.

One of the Ghouls, the largest, nearly seven feet tall, had skin the color of dead leaves, and heavy thick claws and fangs that were so over developed that some talons curled and some of the fangs shot strait up through its own snout. The second Ghoul was smaller at only about six feet and had flesh the color of cardboard. It also now had a giant knife handle sticking out of its brain that was leaking a furious fountain of blood down its face and jowls to mix into the black goo that dripped thickly from its jowls. Ezekiel glanced away from the disturbing sight, glanced at Brandon and shook his head. “Were not running nowhere....were going to the Grand Lake.” Brandon panted, his eyes dancing

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].

One left. She turned, her chest heaving, her knuckles bleeding beneath the crumbling stone armor. The third monster had stopped at the edge of the mud trap. It looked at its dead companions, then looked at the human woman standing amidst the gore. It didn't charge. The chaotic purple light in its eyes began to pulse with a blinding, erratic intensity. The veins on its grey scalp bulged, glowing with toxic, unstable mana. This was no mere brawler. This was a Mana-Ghoul—a creature whose internal magic was so volatile and broken that it was essentially a living bomb.