Ghouls Supernatural Novels & Stories

(Battle Theme : 'Dark Chest Of Wonders (Instrumental) by Nightwish) "Master, two ugly ghouls are coming from the right corner!" Silver Moon spoke. "Four from the left!" Ming Yue rushed toward the right and in fast speed, she slashed the first ghoul and cut of the head of the second one. Yang Lixin who already adapted--even though forcefully, to supernatural things that was happening right at this moment, shot one of the ghoul while Bai Hu helped with his wind, shredding the rest to pieces. Ling Mao who was running along side everyone noticed how the ghouls kept appearing, it was endless.

"I am a Night Hallow and yes, I do have quite the interests in machinery." "That's so cool." Noelle mumbled under his breath. "Do you mind if I asked what kind of Night Hallow you are?" "I am a ghoul." she answered him briefly. "A ghoul..?" Noelle gave Asty a puzzled look. Chaol rolled his eyes. "She's an undead monster." "I'm sorry?" "Well, Lana here," Chaol pointed at her. "Is a ghost-like being with a physical body. She looks dead, isn't she?"

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.

Suddenly, a ghoul jumped in front of them and roared. Cassandra couldn't help but gasp. Sharp teeth, long sharp claws about 6ft tall. A very hideous and scary creature that eats humans and vampires, werewolves, faeries, and witches' flesh. A ghoul, one of Ikrur's loyal animals. "I have to fight it. Stay back, hon. I will handle this," Sebastian said and pushed Cassandra behind him.

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.”

I turned the light back on. The scream that tore from my lungs wasn't human. The attic was packed. Hundreds of them. Not just my collection, but things that had crawled out from the eaves, from the crawlspaces, all wearing the faces of dolls I had never seen. They were all staring at the light, their pupils shrinking in unison, a sea of black dots vanishing into porcelain voids. They didn't retreat this time. They flinched, but they kept coming. "Don't look," a voice whispered from directly behind my ear. It sounded like Lady Genevieve. "It hurts to look."

The eerie feeling of entering the dark gates persisted in Myra’s gut. The deeper they went, the more the once-welcoming sunlight disappeared as they were immersed in darkness. As Draven had explained, the dark territories were homes to nocturnals like ghouls and vampires. "The ghouls had pleaded for a home, which the vampires had given with a price to be their servants, but they only serve the main family, that is, Remmnick’s bloodline," Draven explained.

"I will kill all the members of your family if you do not offer yourself to me. I will bring you to the situation when you will intentionally come to me and plead to save your family members by offering yourself to me." Amara walked helpless towards the haunted mansion. She felt numb and lifeless for the happenings around her. The words of the sage begin to ring in her ears. "It will be the dark night without the moon, the onset of heavy storm and the shrill howls of dogs. There will be an unfathomable clamor present in the atmosphere, the unwelcoming cries of the eagles and the uproar of tumult yowls from everywhere around will be the indication to alert you it was the one and only day in y

Riversane all of this seemed just fine He was in search of God Till he let Himself in the entranceway shadowed with the Underworld sheath The dome-like ceiling carved in bones and screams drowning in the dark light The fight to get to the center Souls foul screeched pulling the other down Limping and bleeding Black Their hearts on display To thump all the silent evil Echoing the thoughts of monstrous atrocity There was no pity for them As they lived now for eternity Always in the presence of hurt and pain They had nothing to gain in this part of the world They lived in spite And Mr. Riversane marched through in steady strides Never wavering in front of this scene It was a regular Halloween T

A ghost girl supposedly haunted Bassler Road on the way to Clifton Heights. Every small town has its creepy stories. Even though our town was smaller than most, I figured this was just one more of those. Dead dogs found skinned in the woods behind Tahawus First Methodist Church, arranged all spooky-like before a weird altar? Probably just some punks trying to creep-out church folks. That’s all. And by the time we got home, I believed that. Mostly.