Ghoulettes Ghost Novels & Stories

"What are these things? They're like something out of a nightmare." Caleb's eyes glinted with determination as he stepped forward. "They're nothing we can't handle. Stay together and fight as one. We'll make it through this." And they did. The group worked together, their movements fluid and efficient as they battled the undead horde. Eventually, the last zombie had fallen, and they were able to continue on their journey. Their final obstacle came in the form of ghosts. As they approached their destination, they were suddenly surrounded by a group of ethereal beings, their faces twisted in anger and pain. The ghosts seemed to materialize out of thin air, their moans echoing through the night

Leon panted, scanning the dim corridor as his breath came in uneven bursts. Suddenly, a faint figure emerged out of the shadows—the female ghost. Her face was blurred and indistinct, her presence otherworldly. She didn’t speak but raised a hand that glowed faintly blue, pointing silently in a specific direction. Leon froze, instinctively stepping back half a pace. But time was slipping through his fingers, and hesitation was a luxury he couldn’t afford. Clenching his jaw, he forced himself to follow the ghost’s lead.

Cassandra nodded hastily, and they began to walk to the area where the scream seemed to originate. Cassandra wanted to vomit at the sight of the dead body in front of her. It was a girl of their age, and her body was sliced open. She had missing organs, heart, and even eyes. The girl also has a missing leg and was murdered brutally. "Holy moly! What kind of monster would do this to a girl?" Cassandra asked. Sebastian looked around and spoke. "Ghouls."

In the moonlight, a woman in a white lace dress was kneeling on the stone steps of the chapel, her face buried in her hands, her shoulders trembling. She had no feet. Below her dress, there was only a swirling black mist. "I see her." Lorenzo let out a low whistle. "Two years ago, Marco put her in the ground right there. Her ashes are buried under the rose bushes behind the chapel." I didn't stop, walking straight toward the chapel. Giovanni froze behind me but didn't dare to call out. As I reached the bottom of the steps, the female ghost's head snapped up. She lunged at me, her face a sickly pale green, her eye sockets empty black pits.

Hair, long and filthy, braided so tight it made their faces even more horrifying. From their ears hung thick black hoops. From their wrists and ankles, blue bracelets with gold incriptions glowed faintly. Adem’s voice shook. “What the hell are those things—” “Ghouls,” Aziz spat. “Cursed forever for eating human flesh. Don’t wait. Kill them before they reach you!” “They don’t actually… eat people?.” I said in disbelief. I waited for someone to correct me. When no body did, my stomach dropped.

At that moment, a glint of murderous intent flashed across Gerald’s eyes as the youth retrieved the Phangrottom Talisman! Once it was in his grasp, the talisman immediately began emitting a dark purple light… that soon released an immense wave of energy! The next thing anyone knew, countless ghosts—who appeared to be warriors of the Phangrottom Clan—suddenly manifested! The Soul Hunters didn’t even have time to register what was happening before they were mercilessly attacked by the ghosts…! Within seconds, the only thing that remained of the Soul Hunters were pools of blood… “H-Holy sh*t…!” exclaimed the shocked Rey as he immediately began rubbing his eyes in disbelief.

Dangerous. She was still thinking about it when the message arrived at 9:47 PM. Ghost: Private session. One hour. I want to see you in something new. Aria’s stomach flipped. She sat on the edge of her bed, heart already beating faster. Aria: What do you want me to wear? Ghost: Crimson lace teddy. Sheer. The one with the deep V in front and open back. No bra. No panties underneath. Hair down. Lights low. Be ready in fifteen minutes.

Even if she did, she'd blame it on the wind. "Ghost?" Sharon was becoming concerned, "I thought you don't believe in such things?" "Really? Oh, em." Geneva cleared her throat and spoke confidently, "that's true, I am not scared by flimsy things such as ghooosts!" The last word Sharon heard was the word 'ghosts' being screamed into her eardrums before she heard nothing else. The phone had fallen and disassembled and the call, disconnected.

They were midway across the path, in front of a cemetery when suddenly graves started opening. "What is going on?" Isabella asked, clutching onto Chris tightly. Chris was suddenly sweating so furiously but Ariel was cool and her face was blank and devoid of any emotions. They stood there watching six tombs open and six scary-looking ghosts walked out. Isabella was already whitish in appearance knowing who they are. Chris's hairs were all up and his eyes green, his normal sight nature. "GREETINGS TO THE SPECIAL ONE." One of them muttered. "GREETINGS TO THE LITTLE GODDESS." Another muttered.

Warm blood slides down my cheek as the ache swells and throbs. The shadows gather, their forms flickering in and out of focus. Four silhouettes emerge, closing in with unnatural slowness, their movements dragging through the air like figures wading through water. They hover at the edge of my vision, shifting and distorting, a pack of vengeful ghosts drawn together by hunger. “There’s nowhere to run, Tabitha Huxley…” Their mouths stretch into impossible smiles as they advance, teeth gleaming too white in the dark. NO!