Ghoul From Beyond Slugterra Novels & Stories

I ask, needing a confirmation of what I already know. "You already know Sarrtina. There's Zacharie and Hasiah and they are just as dangerous as Sarrtina, if not more. Then there's Achilles." "She's the blonde?" "Yes." Zaralina says. "What makes her truly evil and vicious is the world of pain which has created so much darkness inside of her." For some reason I want to know more about this Achilles. When I saw her in my dream I felt like I knew her from somewhere, her eyes were oddly familiar. But it could be because all these nonhuman eyes look very similar.

As flames ignited in his hand, Adrian hurled them mercilessly at the Human Ghoul. Realizing it had been struck at its most vulnerable point, the Human Ghoul's fury surged. It charged at Adrian, its massive body swelling as if to crush him into dust. In an instant, the creature's towering form grew to a terrifying height of over ten meters.

The bad type. Chiara ceased writhing, and her breathing returned to normal. She appeared to have lost consciousness. Yet, what truly disturbed me was the movement beneath her skin. I thought I was hallucinating at first; howbeit, I saw it again. This time, it was creeping out of the open wound on her chest. The creature looked like a large slimy slug at first, but at a second look, I came to realize what it really was. It was a Simus. A soul eater.

The monstrous being unlocked the cell's door and placed the tray on the table. "Eat, drink." The being beckoned. Sally whinced in fear. "Oh don't give me that. You'll get over your fear soon. You should be grateful for you have become a permanent resident of the great Ancient Graveyard of Gladios, ruled by my master the majestic and wise Zilleh, a lich of unsurpassed power. Consider it a blessing. I am Hamid, a half-ghoul and chief grave digger of this graveyard." Hamid pulled a chair that was beisde the table. He pulled out a pipe out of his trousers' pocket and lit it with a lighter. The smoke was the same green mist that permeates the graveyard.

My body hasn’t fully recovered from that and I didn’t know if I could handle another bullet today. The rogue rested his forefinger on the trigger but before he could pull it, a shadow dropped from the trees above. It was so swift, almost like a monkey swinging from branch to branch. My eyes widened in shock when I realized what it was; a body that was slightly bent down, sunken rounded eyes, fingers stretching into long sharp talons, razor-like teeth, and skin that wrapped around the bones like molten rubber—it’s a ghoul.

Undead Creations: Bone Knight: A towering behemoth clad in armour forged from the very bones of the fallen. These warriors are formidable in battle, their strength augmented by the souls of countless warriors bound within their skeletal frame. Summoning a Bone Knight requires a vast number of souls and a deep connection to the power of death. Wraith Stalker: A spectral assassin, swift and deadly, composed of pure ethereal energy. Wraith Stalkers are masters of stealth and surprise, their forms flickering in and out of existence, leaving trails of icy cold in their wake.

The tiny creature wiggles its body repeatedly in the space of my thighs, scurrying around as it looks for another host to feed on and poison. But before it can search any further, Greed materializes beside me and picks the parasite up. He pinches it with his index finger and thumb, grimacing when his fingers grazes the vomit that had exited my Queen’s mouth. As he picks it up, the green parasite squirms, letting out a loud, shriek. I watch with my eyebrows furrowed as Greed lifts the slug into the air, showing the rest of the Grand Alkhemi.

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 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

Everything else was blurred due to the mist in the air. Mixed in the scents of many oils and fragrances, I smelled the most intoxicating scent I have smelt in my life. Pine and sandalwood. I inhaled a large gulp of that heavenly scent and looked for it's source. My gaze centered to a figure sitting in the large pool showing me its back. I concentrated on it, it was a werewolf, a male. As if feeling my eyes on him the man turned his head slightly towards me.