Ghouls Supernatural Novels & Stories

There was silence in the chamber. Finally, the Head Priestess moved, supporting Mira as they both stepped out of the pool. Mira was panting and shivering, and one of the priestesses draped a thick blanket over her. "Is it over?" Mira asked in a small broken voice. The Head Priestess nodded. "You're free, Princess." I found my voice at last. "What was that?" "A ghoul," she replied. "A dangerous spirit of the dead who was unsatisfied with her lot in life. She was trying to come back using Mira's body."

Long ago when I was a little girl before the werewolves attacked the village, I once used to call home. My dad used to tell me stories about witches that dwelled not too far from our village in the hoods, where no sounds were made, no wind blew and everything was still there, even the waters. He used to tell me stories about witches with unbelievable abilities that were very strange to us humans. Witches that had the powers to see the future, to heal, to speak to the dead, and possess the soul of us, humans. I used to be scared of these frightening stories, but soon I had gotten to love them. Knowing that there were beings with such unique abilities

The witches pitched battle against the hungry hordes, and the goblins’ threats were meaningless against the ageless witches’ wiles. As for Millie, she remained clueless in her hide, and Becky was determined not to indulge her younger sister's active fantasizing brain as she was mortally frightened of goblins, ghouls, zombies, succubus, and other such-like creatures. The next visitors to their corridor were hooded and caped figures carrying red candles in a funeral procession. Their destination was the large storage across from theirs, where they observed a ritual stacking of the coffins.

I can honestly say that we all are hoping that it shall not be a Wendigo. Then with our last option here, we are looking at an Alpha-level monster that feeds on flesh, which is why we were considering a demon at first. Though problem being with a Ghoul is that it feeds on the deceased, and we are under the firm impression that their victims are very much alive. But as Ethan looks at me, he looks rather defeated, "Sebastian, it seems that Ghouls fee on the living as well. And, do you want to know the best part?"

And then she vanished. I said to the sorcerer surprisingly, that looks like my mom, just exact stature and face and...then suddenly it turns into a freaking monster, is that...is that how ghost looks like? Exactly! sorcerer replied me, they try to know what's inside the mind of anyone looking at them to get them lured to meet them. You were thinking about your mom right? Yes, I replied him.

So, why do we even need souls? But ... wait ... if we have no soul? Where do dead vampires go? "Where do vampires go when they die?" Azrael smiled devilishly as he dropped, "Hell."

Taking shape. And they all watched, none of them doing anything as it morphed into what distinctively resembled a Supernatural form. Two arms, two feet and a torso, but it looked unnatural. A freak of everything Supernatural. “Hale do you see this?” Snow asked a hand on his ear. “I do your highness” he replied. “Hold position” he said removing his finger. The things began to make some noise and then they were in motion. There were moving, towards them.

Even if one popped out, I wouldn't be scared. As he pushed with all his strength to pry open the stone coffin lid, he kept laughing to himself. Darius had grown up among outlaws and had heard every crazy ghost story in the book According to legend, if you came across a Blood Ghoul—basically a supercharged, undead monster—in an underground crypt, the best way to deal with it was either with a silver spike dipped in holy water or an old ritual. That ritual involved burning myrrh and mimicking a monk's apology tour.

The host chuckled, masking a hint of envy in her voice. "Welcome to 81.9 GistFM, I'm Aaaa-manda, and we're ready to delve into something spooky today. Though Halloween isn't here yet, we'll be discussing the supernatural, including Vampires, Werewolves, Ghosts, and even Witches. If young ones are tuned in, you might want to switch off the radio. But first, let's get down to business - do you believe in these supernatural entities? Miranda halted.

said Easy Street as he pulled the machete out of Curtis’s chest. Curtis lay unmoving. Jeannine couldn’t process what had happened. She was feeling nothing, thinking nothing. She was like a radio tuned to a station that played only static. “Shall we go?” asked the ghoul, pointing the ancient blade at Jeannine. “Your escort awaits, dig?” Dozens of Civil War ghouls materialized silently from shadows, pointing their weapons at Jeannine.