Ghouls Novels & Stories

Roo and Fernández looked at each other. “The Major gave his word, did he? And how do you know the Major’ll leave us alone, Carl?” asked Roo quietly. The phone was silent for a moment. “It’s still dark out,” said Roo. “Those undead things—all the ghoulies and ghosties and zonbis—all work a lot better in the dark, don’t they, Gallow?” Even with his ears as bad as they are, Roo heard Gallow swallow, making the speaker crackle again. “Yeah, don’t answer that. I’ve been studying this shit for decades, man,” said Roo. “These . . . things . . . are creatures of the night, of the dark. They don’t like the sun very much.”

The creature resembled neither a human nor a ghost. The Violet Rain Bird’s expression turned grim, its massive body trembling. “Be careful, Master Adrian. This is a Human Ghoul.” A Human Ghoul was a humanoid monster classified as a type of daemonic beast. Its sharp fangs and black eyes presented a truly frightening sight. As the creature growled, Adrian's gaze turned icy. “You really think you’re something?” He charged at the beast.

Walter rumbled as they all settled their attention on Mantilo. "These claw markings....the scent of bile....the black fluids...." The large Clan Head said at first instead of answering, glancing dispassionately at the damage and claw marks all about the room. "That's is a definite sign that what I had feared all this time is true." He finally began. "These things, these intruders are called Ghouls. I hadn't come across one of their kind in many decades. So when I first spotted the dead moose's and the black slime on the bodies my memory was tickled, but I couldn't exactly put the pieces together until I visited the library and recovered a few scrolls...."

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.

A ghoul—a smoky, semi-corporeal horror with glowing red eyes and clawed hands—materialized from the shadows and slammed into him. He grunted in pain as his back connected hard with the carriage, the breath knocked from his lungs. The cube clattered to the ground but continued its ominous pulse. The ghoul, joined by a second, shambled toward him. The mayor, witnessing this, screamed, and the few townsfolk nearby scattered.

I frown. Then my pulse rises. “So, I’m dead? And this is punishment before I ascend to Heaven?” Sin’s beautiful face scrunches. “No. No, you are not dead, November. Stop thinking that, it drives me crazy. Just listen to me.” He pants. “Ghouls, the things that attacked the mansion the other day. I created them during my first attempt in creating life. Then came the Fairies. They were nothing like humans, so I continued. Then came the Minotaur, then Trolls, then the Goblins, and then, Djinn, the Centaur, Cyclopes, Ogre, then the hilarious looking ones, the Leprechauns.”

They are faster, stronger, and heal quicker and do not age because of blood magic. The most important thing about ghouls is that they have no souls and can only eat from humans or animals. This is why they are known as Blood eaters. Their skin is dark, and their eyes are gray with black teeth. Ghouls live in groups or alone. There is a rule that all ghouls must obey and follow. "Our main problem is the Epsilons we have to deal with, and first, we have to retrieve the body of True Alpha Alparic from Dr. Boris's research lab," Alpha Altan tells him of his plan.

Their smell was suffocating and the noises they made was repulsive. A very faint and low whisper filtered into her ear as he rasped "Ghouls." She did not know much about the amortal world, but in the movies, she remembered them portraying ghouls as monstrous purifying humanoids that preyed on human flesh and corpses, spreading their virus through bites and scratches. The modern name for them was zombie. What were they doing here? She thought this planet was shunned by amortals and every other being? Soon after the ghouls passed, a few minutes later, she heard coherent voices speaking as they drew

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

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.”