Ghouls Book Novels & Stories

Amanda tried to copy her decency, she craned her neck, as she skimmed her carefully. Mercy tittered and gushed. “don’t worry I will teach you.” She crooned Angela could barely hear them, her eyes looked at the stairs, she barely paid attention at them. She waited for them eagerly. they walked in; Melina marched on her hounds making a sharp click-clack as they walked down the stairs. Mercy looked mortified as she spoke to them. ‘‘it’s my mom, she loves wearing hounds, you will get used to the sound.’’ Her face said it all; she was pissed with that atmosphere; it must be really eating her up.

A human bone… Gag. Looking at Catherine, they nodded to each other and turned running back the way they had. As quietly as they could. Once far enough away Opening their l**k to as many pack as they could within the area. “Barghest in the Colton’s Graveyard! I repeat Barghest in the Colton’s Graveyard. It’s huge! We need back up! Now!” With their hearts pumping Yolanda and Catherine kept watch around them. The Barghest wouldn’t be alone. These were pets of more powerful Fae. A Shining One if they were unlucky owned it.

Period. But a vampire? They just apparently deteriorate into a sack of flesh and then bones after long enough. I was stupid enough to look it up online and instantly regretted it. When I hear the doorknob rattle, it's all I do all I can to get my shit together. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK “Grandma!! Grandma’s here,” Gage shouts, as I lift my head from one wall, and take two steps back to lean it against another.

No one is daring enough to do it. I would have taken it upon myself to ask Sin, but my concentration is focused on something else. Something lurking at the entrance of the throne room; something only I can see. Ten ghouls. These ghouls are waiting. Dark, grey matter is smeared on their clothes as their bodies itch with sores all over. They look worse than the previously dead people I have seen. These are the people who died recently. Death has come to punish me. Now, I have to accept my punishment.

Ashe’s visions, past and present. She plucks another book from close by and opens that one. Again, all I see are blank pages, but she skims the open book like she is reading. “This one is about the duke of deception. A Duke who ruled the army of the underworld's war god. The moon goddess granted him a second chance after spending a millennium in hell as a destroyer. The moon Goddess sent him to our realm to watch over us.” “There’s so many,” I breathe out taking in the thousands upon thousands of books that lined the hall. “It would take ten lifetimes to read them all, and I’m sure that wouldn’t be long enough.”

"What do you mean?" Dr. Percy walks over to a hidden compartment in the wall and retrieves a worn, leather-bound book. Its pages are yellowed with age, and strange symbols are etched into its cover. "This is the Grimoire of Shadows," he says, holding it out to Chloe. "It contains spells and rituals of immense power—power that comes at a great cost. If we are to stand any chance against the creature, we must be willing to use it." Chloe hesitates, eyeing the book warily. "You’re asking me to embrace the very thing that created that monster?"

Rosenthal to me? Right then, the door behind me squeaked open, causing my heart to skip a beat. My arms shot up, pointing the gun in the direction of the door. I peered in to find the bedroom empty. Bracing myself, I entered slowly with dread pumping through my veins. Her bedroom was home to an endless collection of books, and a double-wide bookcase, covering the majority of the wall, held an extensive variety of the occult genre. Interesting... Mrs. Una Rosenthal was a woman with secrets. Dark ones.

When I stepped into the hall, Jason caught my arm. “Aria....” “I’m going to the library,” I said. “There’s a book. In the restricted wing. On Binding Hungry Spirits.” He stared at me. “You can barely walk.” “I can remember,” I said. “And that’s enough.” The library was empty. I found the book hidden behind a false panel, its pages brittle, ink faded to rust. It spoke of the Hollow Revenant: born from the first soul denied burial, bound by blood-oaths, sustained by external animus.

He inhaled simultaneously, trying to catch any foreign scent. There was one another time he felt this way, while he visited the graveyard. He always thought it was because of that place. Now he couldn't shrug the feeling off like he did every other time. His wolf was alarmed and perked within his chest. "You got a stalker. It explains the strange presence and the murders," Logan stated, his eyes carefully combing the area. "They must be really good to not leave any clue or even a scent for that matter," Asher mused.

I say to both men, and Remnick shrugged. “It seems she isn’t even at all scared, good, because the ghouls prey on fear,” he called, and now I feel a cold chill down my spine as I look up towards Draven. Ghouls were real? Of course they were! “Ugh, I thought you meant that only literally,” I say with a sigh, just as I hear Remnick snicker towards me as we reach for the door. “Oh, she will make this a fun journey, Drav…” He called with a smile I didn’t trust. I knew I had to be ready for anything as we crossed towards the backyard of his estate to a black gate.