Ghoul Synonym Novels & Stories

She knew that. "For God sake, I'm older than this motherfucker" she cursed beneath her breath as wandered the graveyard. She went there after school hours or when she wasn't busy teasing Austin, for some reason she felt at peace here. Maybe because she was a Ghost, but it was one place she felt alive. She came across Austin's mothers grave and thought about using her as a perfect revenge plot, but she knew it would jeopardise any plan of her getting help from him. So she cancelled that option

With a click, the clasp came undone, and the pendant fell to the floor. In a flash, Zoe’s eyes widened. She grabbed my collar like a madwoman. “Y-You… You didn’t switch fates? You lied to me?!” I looked at her in surprise. “What are you talking about?” Miles suddenly exclaimed, “Ow, Maisie. My neck feels itchy.” He pulled down his collar, exposing his collarbone, and clearly revealed who was actually wearing the demonic fate-swapping lock.

"More dire predictions, I take it? Or just plain paranoia? We've had nothing happen over here. No missing persons. No psychotic episodes. Oh, and no army of darkness at our compound walls." "Yet. I thought you might wish to know that the missing rogues have been claimed or killed by sources unknown." "One thing less to worry about, I guess." The nonchalance in Nathan's reply bothered Marc, and he got a sense this conversation was headed downhill fast. Thad gritted his teeth. "Not exactly reason to celebrate. We have reason to believe that a vampire is turning the missing wolves into ghouls." "And what exactly is a ghoul?" "Think half zombie, half vampire, a whole lot of nuts, whose sole purp

It said, sounding sure of itself. “Maybe an animal just took its last breath.” The other opined, “It’s the dark forest. Things die by the second. Let’s go.” “No. Just wait a second. If I am right, it means one more soul in the bag.” He stated gleefully and walked around, kicking everything in sight. I knew that move. It was a ghoul’s tactic aimed at catching anything that thought it could outsmart it by holding its breath. It was general knowledge that a ghoul would kick everything - including a dead animal - for days to ascertain it was truly dead and not pretending.

Skylar shivered, thinking back to how the voices echoed forcefully in her head. "Those are lost souls" She answered but continued when Skylar raised an eyebrow. "Ghost has no purpose but to haunt while lost souls are struck between the dead and the living, their bodies are either dead or alive while their spirit goes around, searching for their bodies, they feel tormented till they do so" She explained, looking around. "So, I still do not wish to encounter anything dead, I suggest we start moving if we do not want to be among them" "We are to walk to the deepest part of the forest, call for her and she will come to us" Skylar nodded and started moving, with Shailyn holding onto her arm like

The boy whimpered and curled up, his tummy growling as the fight started to leave him and he just cried pitifully for food, giving me a pleading look as he tried to lick his lips to get the blood off them with the muzzle on. "It's a ghoul," one of the members said quietly, looking at the boy. He was one of the calmer members who didn't fight much. He was mostly a scholar at heart and liked reading books and studying. "They're almost extinct because of how they eat. It gets them killed quickly when they're found. No one wants to be eaten alive. They're basically monsters that look human and are frequently called cannibals, but they're not because they're not human. The human race kills them w

Kash remarked, “But if it’s a party, you can count me in.” “A party about ghosts?” Sydney asked. She was still sitting on the bed but was no longer reclining. She strained her neck to peer across the short distance to Cadence’s computer screen. “It just means a specter or a phantom,” Drew proclaimed. “I know, I looked it up on Dictionary.com.” “And that makes you an expert!” Jon added in his typical sarcastic tone. “I’m not an expert,” Drew responded as she continued various searches containing the words “eidolon” and “festival” and “Iowa.” “But I would like to be!”

I clasped my hands around my mouth taking a step backwards as the Red ghoul rose, its blade dripping with blood. It advanced slowly towards me, like a predator would to its prey. I took another step backwards, stumbling on a log behind me. I stared up helplessly at the Red ghoul as he approached me slowly. This was it, this was going to be how I die. “Who the fuck are you? Why are you doing this?” I screamed out at it. “Why so much blood, what do you want?” All my questions were met with a dead silence. I didn't expect for it to answer me at all, but then it did. Just a single word that made no sense and at the same time it made all the sense in the world.

Who was he, King Solomon of old? I didn’t doubt the Blotters, but I was getting to think that whatever was in the basement couldn’t be a demon. I mean, not a demon-demon, hooves, horns and a pretty condo waiting in hell. My money was on something down the food chain. Ghost hunters like to investigate places marked by tragedy, like old prisons and abandoned asylums, where negative emotions had left an indelible residual imprint on the buildings themselves. That kind of energy is bound to attract paranormal creepy crawlers like maggots to rotting flesh.

When it touched her, her expression softened, as if the sensation soothed something deep inside her. Taffy frowned, eyes wide. She looked around, but all she saw was dirt, roots, and the ghouls watching them with blank, hollow eyes—unthinking, like broken dolls. “I don’t see anything,” she whispered. Selene opened her mouth to answer, but the ghouls shrieked again. This time, they lunged in. Taffy screamed as several bodies wriggled into the burrow at once—only to crumble into ash before they could get close.