Ghouls Kagune Novels & Stories

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

I sign the note with PR and tuck the note in the message tube on Shadow’s leg, button it closed, and send Shadow to deliver it to the client. Once I’ve accepted the job formally with a client, my usual routine is a one to three days to gather intel on both the target and the client (in case the little pieces of shit decide they don’t want to pay after I’ve completed the job, they pay with their life). After I’ve collected enough intelligence such as maps of estates, entrances, exits, security, rooms, patrol routes of guards, shift changes, etcetera, I either stay in the Underworld or leave the Underworld via grappling hooks tied to ropes at my secret entrance, depending on where the target i

“We fight.” Kelvin stared at me, shocked. My eyes were glowing silver. “We can’t outrun this forever,” I said. “If I’m the Ghost Wolf, then let me be one.” We stepped into the tunnel as the ground began to shake. Shadows poured in from both sides—cloaked figures, each holding long silver daggers glowing with cursed energy. Flame Hunters. One of them raised a horn to his lips and blew. The sound wasn’t loud, but it cracked the air like lightning.

Claude: "A beta? You are not a stranger in this land; it could be a servant that adores Beaumont's fame. Nonetheless, it is a security matter; I will look into it immediately." "I doubt that this is a mere servant Master Claude. This intruder comes and goes as if he had the blueprint of your Castle at his fingertips." Luca was unconvinced. "There is another matter I also believe needs attention." Luca lifted his head. "I saw something unusual in the river that day. The ghouls were afraid of it." Claude's eyes widened and narrowed almost suspiciously when he said, "What do you mean?" "The creature was not like the rest. It appeared as a person with bright scarlet eyes and had an alarming cry

"Ehm, I'm about to uhm, you know, take a bath and stuff. Being a descent uhh ghost *clears throat*..." His blue eyes were focused on her and nothing else, revealing no emotion or thought whatsoever and his mouth remained mute. Is he still mad at me? In the end, that bath was the shortest one of her life. Geneva came out once again but now with a face deeply highlighted to look like an ebony queen and nails polished nude. She was covered from head to toe in her white lolita wedding gown. A wide hat sat atop her head as a veil covered her face. Her feet were in heels, her fingers in gloves, no skin was left available to the ghost!

Her voice dropped to a whisper, "I can sense danger. We need to return to the palace immediately." Without hesitation, they turned back the way they came. Suddenly, a twig snapped nearby. "Did you hear that?" A hand slithered out and grabbed Lila, dragging her into the shadows before she could reply. With a cry of surprise, Hailey staggered back. "Lila!" She screamed while her heart raced in her chest. Lila was firmly held by a shadowy figure that materialised from behind a tree. Hailey could see glowing eyeballs and rotting flesh in the dim light. It was a ghoul, with a horrific grin curled around its decaying mouth.

The mission had seemed straightforward, but the moment Keith and Yver entered the market square, they could already sense that something was wrong. The area was reeking of decay. The fiends that attacked them was not common ghouls like in the Eastern borders, but Walking Ghouls; pale, humanoid horrors with elongated claws and hollow eyes, shambled from the shadows, their numbers seeming to swell into the hundreds. "What do we do now? Did you really rush in without a plan!" Yver yelled, somersaulting over a ghoul's lunge and decapitating two others with a precise, sweeping strike. "We can't just keep cutting them down! The dust will choke us!"

He stepped forward, his energy shifting into survival mode. Five figures emerged from the square entrance of the tomb. They moved in a tight, jerky formation, their bodies dry and pale like old parchment. Their long hair was braided into tight, whip-like cords on top of their heads, swaying as they sniffed the air. Shimmering blue inscriptions on their cursed bracelets pulsed with a sickly light, and the grotesque claws on their hands clicked against the stone. “Ghouls,” Kayhan muttered, his hand going to his side. “Revolting things. I saw them once in a demonstration, but never a group this size.”

The smell of fresh human flesh made her head throb and her throat ache. data-p-id=56531b05a9961565cf198616dbe583b2,Sensing an audience, the three ghouls drenched in blood turned to the two younger ghouls, their eyes were wide, pupils diluted and orbs the colour of blood. Their eyes held a wild gaze, as if this was their first taste of flesh in months. data-p-id=dadab1d8892f46a58c49423177a34a51,One of them snarled. "Hey punks, get lost, unless you wanna be next."

She's right, not only can I do this but I have to. "Cassandra, now." Nikolina persists and Cassandra just nods. She pushes her hair to the side, exposing her neck. And just like that Aurora takes over. I grab Cassandra and immediately sink my teeth into her neck. She succumbs and even holds onto me but that doesn't satisfy Aurora, who hasn't been able to feed in centuries.