Ghouls Book Novels & Stories

“You see that gigantic hole there, they are in there and I have no idea what is happening. Now, we just have to get to that Catherine woman. She is the end of all this. Even if we can hold off the fight, the young warriors can’t. The ghouls may be attacking aimlessly but they can still kill and they feed on corpses. So imagine dying and without a body to be buried.” Damien understood what Maleeka meant instantly. Even if they can withstand the fight of the ghouls, they are still people and they will get tired. Whereas the ghouls can go on like that forever, which means, they must kill Catherine as soon as possible. It was a big battle and soon, the meadow started turning red with bloods of w

Browsing for books casually, one of the books caught my eyes. It was titled “The ancient Realms” I took the book from the shelf and I opened it, I was surprised by its contents. It's a book about ancient creatures like that, Vampires, werewolves, goblins and other creatures and their domain. “Nice choice of books,” I was startled by the voice, with the book almost falling from my hands. I turned around to look at the owner of the voice, I saw a woman at a distance cleaning a crystal marble and smiling.

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.

I managed to whisper, my eyes fluttering shut. "The ledger is finished," Silas said, his voice a low rumble that was blissfully silent in my head. No psychic echo. No judgment. Just the cold wind. "Now we start the design for your ghost." As he carried me toward the Northern Citadel, I felt the "Voice" of the Crescent Pack finally fade into static. Roman was screaming into the void, but for the first time in a long while, I couldn't hear him. The pavement had cracked. And I had finally fallen through.

Inside my apartment, I collapsed on the couch, my mind was everywhere. The photo. The rumors. The mask. The fear in his eyes. “Damn! I didn’t show him the picture again.” I can’t keep doing this blind. I grabbed my laptop and started digging deeper into “The Ghost.” I needed to know the whole truth. Because if I was going to stay fucking this man, if I was going to keep sucking his cum which I knew I wanted to stay. I had to know exactly what kind of beast I was falling for.

But the fear that had been gnawing at her for days pushed her forward. She opened the book. The first pages were cold, filled with business notes and travel schedules. But as she flipped forward, the handwriting changed—it became jagged, frantic, and deeply personal. Her eyes landed on a single sentence near the end: Some ghosts don’t stay buried because they were never dead. A chill crept down her spine, turning her blood to ice. Before she could process the words, the lights throughout the estate flickered once, buzzed, and died. The house fell into absolute, suffocating darkness.

I followed my ruined corpse all the way to the mass grave. My limbs were twisted at unnatural angles, my body covered in crisscrossing bruises, my face drained of every drop of color—like a weed that had been stomped flat by a hundred boots. Soon, a pack of mangy stray dogs caught the scent of fresh meat. Their eyes glowed hungry and green in the darkness as they circled in. At first, they just tugged at the edges of my clothes. Then one bolder mutt sank its teeth into my calf and ripped off a chunk of flesh.

Levy asked Carla who looked at the book in front of her, seeing this Levy followed her gaze and was surprised to see that a ghostly figure etched on the pages of the book. “ I hope that you have enough blood in your body after being used as a blood bank by the dark ones,” Carla stood up as she walked towards the cabinet which was sitting right next to the entrance of the kitchen and then pulled it open before taking out an old cauldron, some vials which looked older and ancient and some other things as she walked back to the table and placed it everything down.

I opened the earth behind him, making him fall into a deep bit. The ghouls closed the space, not allowing a minute of rest. They lunged at Ares, Liam, Nova and Auggie at once. I was happy to see their shadows curl up like tentacles around them, wrapping and throwing away every ghoul that made their way to them.Nova stuck close to Auggie, almost appearing like she had her own shadow to control. The baby in my arms began to cry, causing the attention of some ghouls. I rocked her, hoping to calm her, but it was too late. 10 ghouls were already heading our way.

She ran into several dorm residents who stared at her in astonishment. Lyla descended the stairs quickly, then walked out of the building, and stepped into the library building that Louisa had pointed out a moment ago. "Name?" asked the short-nosed and pointy-eared creature with wrinkled pink skin. At first glance, he looked like an old man, with minimal white hair, showing his scalp. His name is Mister Burgog---a Goblin---the librarian. "Lyla Helliwell." Mr. Burgog wrote Lyla's name on a small piece of paper then took a duplicate and put it in a drawer.