Ghoul Novels & Stories

He had a very dark expression on his face. He walked closer to me, examining my bruised face and swollen lips. No one had given me medicine and my wounds were still fresh. I forced down the lump when he quietly stepped towards me. He was not the same man I had slept with many nights. He was the boss of the mafia. He was a murderer. He was back to the same monster. His eyes were telling me everything. It was difficult to ignore the scorching hatred in his eyes toward me.

"At least that's a relief.." Maira interrupted with a defeated smirk, "Don't underestimate Ghouls. They might not have eyes or ears, but their tongues are super sensitive and poisonous! They are merciless cannibals who eat their prey alive… Their sense of smell makes up for every other sensory organ. If they catch even a slightest whiff of our flesh, they'll chase us till the end of the earth." "Great! So we are stuck here…" Falco jeered in agitation. "What's the point of coming first when we can even cross the damn valley?"

I smile and walk down the red carpet toward my throne. Walk up three steps and twirled around, hitting my cape for a climatic effect as I sat down, crossing a leg over the other. Bastion appears on my side. The look on the three princes' faces as my Phantom Knights and other servants surrounded them. They have never seen humanoid animals and monsters living in the castle as my servants. They feel uncomfortable and threatened by how they could be easily killed on my orders. The princes had also never seen Bastian, a ghoul with gray-blue skin and bright white eyes, stand next to me as ghouls are considered flesh-eating monsters wh

There was silence in the chamber. Finally, the Head Priestess moved, supporting Mira as they both stepped out of the pool. Mira was panting and shivering, and one of the priestesses draped a thick blanket over her. "Is it over?" Mira asked in a small broken voice. The Head Priestess nodded. "You're free, Princess." I found my voice at last. "What was that?" "A ghoul," she replied. "A dangerous spirit of the dead who was unsatisfied with her lot in life. She was trying to come back using Mira's body."

The stench of rot hit me as ghouls wormed up out of the earth, their twisted bodies overflowing over mine. Claws dug deep into my flesh, their teeth snapping against my throat. I thrashed, a half-shift tearing my skin as bristles of fur came through, but the roots coiled tighter, crushing bone and my breath. My wolf roared, but the power faltered. I had no strength or fight. The ghouls' faces pressed up against my own, vacant eyes shining, their jaws wide open to devour me whole— And then a cry pierced the darkness. It didn’t sound human. Neither did it sound like that of a wolf either.

I suppose this means I'm about to have another not-so-pleasant chat with him, just as I did before, during, and after the Mate Ball. He's the one who had held me up after the liminal order arrived Crestbane, and he turned my body to stone so he could interrogate me about the state of Liminal Kaelith’s room, which he said was not in order. A signature behavior of mine. As we pass through the halls, I sense slight tremors in Velthra and know it's because of all the Ghasts there. Most people don't understand much about these creatures. They are like soul eaters and are readily available to feast on anything they find physically in Velthra.

She grabbed Selene by instinct, and Selene pulled her into a protective embrace, shifting her own body between Taffy and the entrance. The creatures stared with hollow, lifeless, blank eyes. One of them crawled forward—and the moment its hand touched the soil inside the burrow, it sizzled. Its arm rippled as if something was burning beneath the skin. Then it cracked, broke apart, and collapsed into ash. The ghoul shrieked—a sound so sharp it made Taffy’s ears ring—as it rolled away in agony. The others twitched and clicked, gathering at the entrance. Their shadows swallowed what little light remained, but none of them dared to cross into the burrow.

Even if one popped out, I wouldn't be scared. As he pushed with all his strength to pry open the stone coffin lid, he kept laughing to himself. Darius had grown up among outlaws and had heard every crazy ghost story in the book According to legend, if you came across a Blood Ghoul—basically a supercharged, undead monster—in an underground crypt, the best way to deal with it was either with a silver spike dipped in holy water or an old ritual. That ritual involved burning myrrh and mimicking a monk's apology tour.

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.

Judging from the carcasses, and dried blood platters, this where mother hid her research specimens, and successful chimeras. The place was silent, but for sure I could feel killing intent in all directions. In a sense, these were all my indirect siblings… nevertheless we were made directly through mother's own flesh and blood, furthermore, our race was made with the best materials, two of which is the reason why I'm here. I walked slowly and saw a Dracaena Ghoul, a carnivorous monster that sneakily attacked me from behind. I deflect it's metallic tentacles with my sword and dash across it, skill was activated.