Ghouls Supernatural Novels & Stories

They are like soul eaters and are readily available to feast on anything they find physically in Velthra. Unlike Fetches, they don’t feast on people’s subconscious. They feast on real living beings, which is rather convenient whenever I have a body to dispose of without a trace. But recently their presence in Velthra has been growing. More and more Ghasts are popping into existence. It's only a matter of time before their outrageous number starts causing trouble for everyone, both in the mortal realm and Velthra. Azrien takes me to the Dean’s office, and when the doors closes behind us, all of them are here.

The silence was deafening, broken only by the sound of their footsteps and the occasional distant howl. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows, its eyes glowing with malevolent intent. It was a rogue werewolf, its body twisted and corrupted by dark magic. The creature let out a chilling growl, and more shadowy figures appeared, surrounding the clan members. "We've been ambushed," Seraphina hissed. "Prepare for battle!"

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.”

Every member is a goddamn freak of nature…" "Are we sure these guys are clanless ?" "You gotta be kidding me…those are like thousands of ghouls… how the heck is he still alive?" "Alive….this fucker is living breathing demon!" "Those mindless creatures don't stand a chance… Where did this monster come from? " "He is like a freakin reaper of souls… " "First Phantom and now this party….so clans aren't the only shelters for prodigies…" "He kinda reminds me of the tale of the grim reaper...."

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

But, oh well, talks with Sharon did this to her. She came closer and her brows flew up. She definitely didn't see this before. There was a locket right beside her snacks. She hastily looked around the silent house. The house suddenly wasn't seeming so silent anymore. There was something eerie about the way that the trees that she could see from her window were dancing and clapping without a definite pattern. There was something definitely wrong with the way she was suddenly feeling like a shadow lurking behind her. Returning to her senses, Geneva pursed her lips and flicked her forehead. What was she busy scaring herself for? Ghosts do not exist neither do vampires or any other form of creat

With a click, the clasp came undone, and the pendant fell to the floor. In a flash, Zoe’s eyes widened. She grabbed my collar like a madwoman. “Y-You… You didn’t switch fates? You lied to me?!” I looked at her in surprise. “What are you talking about?” Miles suddenly exclaimed, “Ow, Maisie. My neck feels itchy.” He pulled down his collar, exposing his collarbone, and clearly revealed who was actually wearing the demonic fate-swapping lock.

I had no emotional attachment to her at all. The body was really torn up and I inspected it very carefully using a magnifying glass. “Vampires have learnt to disguise their kills to make it look like animals have attacked them.” Lucas said. “I know. And that’s why I’m looking for anything I can. You haven’t done an autopsy yet or examined these bodies really closely?” I asked. “Not yet. I guess I wasn’t ready to deal with this yet.” Astrid said. “I don’t blame you. It’s fine.” I said. But I kept looking for anything that I could find.

he yelled as he stepped back, more corpses arising. “Ghouls,” Janshai said. “Ghouls?” Arth repeated, studying the ugly-looking corpses, having bone claws and razor teeth; long and sharp. Their height stood taller than any regular human, and their eyes glowed in blue light. “Est Immortuos … The Undead” Janshai added. “They’re the corpses that have been revived and controlled by a powerful Demonlord.” “They’re like zombies without flesh … only skeletal ones,” Arth said as he unsheathed his sword.

Feelings that I buried deep inside are resurfacing and I don't know how to handle it. Sobs come bubbling from my lips as I let the last few days sink in. From finding out Anita is pregnant, to nearly losing our relationship to her becoming immortal. Then there's my mother returning from the dead, but as a vampire. Meeting my grandparents. I went from being alone for three hundred years, to meeting Anita, reuniting her with her parents, getting her pregnant to now and it's all hitting hard.