Goblin And Ghoul Ghost Walking Dog นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.”

“I’m sorry, Liam. I don’t know how to sense them because I’ve never seen a ghoul before.” “Damn it,” Liam mutters under his breath, tightening his grip on my shoulder. “We need to get out of here. Fast.” Before I can even process what Liam is saying, the ghouls appear out of nowhere. Their ghostly figures seem to appear and disappear almost like a mirage, and their shrieking fills the air. Fear takes over me, especially when I hear a voice inside of my head say, ‘Purple-eyed wolf. I want to feast on your blood and take your powers!’

“Here boy!” There’s a giant ghost hound in my flat, see through tongue lolling out, tail wagging cheerfully. Ghostly slobber dripping onto my carpet, where it vanishes. “Good boy!” I tell him, thinking it a very undignified way to refer to a creature that’s been around for a thousand years or so, if the stories are true. I keep a tin on the mantel, above the fire. I open it and get out a couple of dog biscuits for Bellmouth.

’ I say and lunge toward it, striking it across the throat, only for it to vanish and reappear moments later. ‘What!’ I say, stepping back. Someone claps behind me. I turn to face a man stepping out from the shadows towards me with a smile. ‘It’s not very often someone attempts to strike and kill my pet Blood Dwellers,’ he says and holds his hands, palms down beside him. Black demonic dogs flicker, appearing under his hands. He pats them gently. They have fangs three times as long as vampires. I watch as the Blood Dwellers twitch and flicker as if they are apparitions. Their eyes are red, blood red. The same eyes that had surrounded Micah and me. The Blood Dwellers are real.

And it was far colder than when he was surrounded by thousands of corpses on both sides. GRRRRRRRRRRRR! “Huh? What’s that sound? Where’s that water coming from?” Xiao Chen, who had just managed to catch his breath, looked up and saw a huge mouth wide open, drooling right at him. “Damn it, what kind of beast is this?” Xiao Chen asked with a shocked expression, immediately backing away from the spot without a second thought. When he looked again, it was a demonic beast shaped like a giant dog, but jet-black in color, with three heads… This was clearly no ordinary dog, and if even its guardian looked like this, wouldn’t Xiao Chen really have to fight this giant dog all by himself? He immediatel

I heard the faint rasping of a wheeze nearby, causing me to clutch onto Andy while I turned my head. "Something is watching us," I whispered to her. "I know," she whispered back, causing my heart to race further. "There's about 6 ghouls following us right now. They aren't coming closer because of the light, but they are also here because of the light." "Shit," I cursed under my breath. "What do we do?" "Now? We fight them off, I'll tell you where they are and you wrap them with shadows and drag them out for me to stab their hearts out," she whispered softly as she continued to walk like we were not aware of their presence.

Dozens of glowing eyes blinked back. Ghost wolves. “They found us,” Logan hissed, stepping in front of me. “Stay behind me. Don’t let them touch you.” The wolves stepped forward—not made of fur and blood like normal wolves, but of ash, smoke, and glowing runes that pulsed along their spines. The temperature dropped. My breath came out in visible clouds. And then I felt it. One of the ghost wolves stopped and bowed its head at me. “What the hell?” Logan whispered. I didn’t understand it either. But something inside me stirred.

You’ll need it. “Alright,” I murmur, a grin tugging at my lips, “let’s go.” My wolf lifts her head and lets out a howl that cuts through the still air. Her presence brushes against my mind, eager, and strong. She’s mentally fifteen now. Ezra and I are at forty percent. Professor Sloane has helped me more than she’ll ever know. - Goblins—short, green-skinned pests with long ears and crude armor. They never fight head-on. Cowards by nature. They swarm, corner, and separate their prey before dragging it down.

Not a werewolf. Man. Dead. And then the wind changed direction brought a suffocating stench to the sense of smell. Ghoul. Legs weakened, bent. The Citadel Apprentice collapsed to the ground. Animal panic deprived her tongue, the girl silently looked up at the approaching ghoul. A deadly marsh radiance flowed from the Walker. Lesana saw a disfigured swollen face, blue lips, blind eyes covered with a whitish veil. Swollen hands reached for prey. The gait of the deceased was terrible, he clumsily rolled over on stiff legs, sometimes falling on his right, then on his left foot. Like hoppy.

Holding him by the arm, I asked gritting with so much concern. “I’m fine.” He muttered casually removing my hand from his arm. “Don’t mind me, we still have to take care of that creature, whatever that is.” “What is that?” Soraya looked disgusted by the presence of such devil. “Diwata said it’s a winged-ghoul, some sort of a flying vampire than can sever its upper torso from its legs.” I replied basically telling her what Diwata just explained earlier. “What happened?” Idris groaned talking to Soraya.