Half Ghoul Novels & Stories

It was like getting a hold on the straw before drowning completely. Uncle Haron raised his brow curiously. "How?" "She's not a full vampire, but a half-human! If I mark her and make her a full vampire then she can be saved." I spoke so fast that I doubted if he had understood what I said. But the change in his expression showed he did. His eyes turned sharp. He looked deep in thought with one finger on his chin.

Still nothing happened. When the dust settled, an ugly sneer twisted through their throats. Suddenly, their heightened senses of sight and hearing were restored and almost instantly the sound vanished. A young girl about twelve years of age, wearing a foul robe of dark brown, stood at the top of the broken staircase. With a swift turn of her head, she gazed down at them, her face set in a cold, cruel smile. Her eyes looked like empty pits in the darkness, and her long, thin mouth opened in a hideous, cackling laugh. A twisted grin covered the right side of her face, and gleaming white fangs dripping with red blood stared back at them. An evil leer smeared across her face. In a voice like sto

She nodded, her trust in me unwavering even in the face of unknown danger. The ghouls materialised from the shadows, their forms ghastly, a grotesque mockery of the living. Their eyes, devoid of soul, fixed upon us with hunger and malice. I positioned myself between Bethany and the beasts, my body ready to protect, to fight, to sacrifice.

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.”

Half of his head was blown off, brains and dark red blood clinging to his eye socket. He must have been one of Marco's hired guns in life. There was no way he was among the living now. "Careful, little kitty. Nosing around can get you killed," the spirit said with a ghastly smile, black blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. A ghost. "Another one of Marco's guard dogs?" I asked coldly. "I'm the master of this pier," the spirit said, closing in. "But I took the boss's offering, so I have to clean up any bugs that crawl in."

“It’s a Ryokan hex.” Kaze said indifferently, “Someone is out to get you. You were planted with a Ghoul Parasite. “The Ghoul Parasite feeds on your blood. It takes two to four weeks for the parasite to fully mature. Once it’s fully grown, you will die. “You would probably have three more days to live if I hadn’t knocked the Ghoul Parasite out of you. “You’re fine now.” Those infected with the Ghoul Parasite would have black undertones under their wrinkles.

"You two seemed to be close with each other. Do you know Giaus, dad?" I know dad the most. He never put his hands on someone's shoulders unless they were close. Like they have this brotherhood kind of sensation. And so is Gaius to him. He was a bit awkward but, he find dad comfortable to talk with. "Yes. I know him very well." dad confessed. "He is not the man you think he is. Giaus is a Blood Demon, Cecelia. He is a vampire. That's why I don't want you to befriend him, understood?"

Edzar's father. Ariesta Collison is a beautiful princess with a unique face. It stands at 170cm, the figure most women dream of, weighing just 48kg this month due to post-traumatic stress. Her exotic yellow skin has become even more pale since he's been living like a vampire for months. Sunscreen. It still hums from its thick lips.

The attacker was two heads taller than Samson and had limbs that were nearly two hand sizes larger. The ghoul-like figure rose to his full height as he looked down on the group, standing over them like a true nightmare as the sun slowly set in the background. “I… won’t even… need him for… this huuh…” He yawned.

Shortly the complete room was filled with milk. Amara looked around in shock. How can a glass of milk submerge a complete room? She lifts her legs and shrinks herself to a ball moving to the center of the bed. "I asked you what is your name?" Amara whimpers to the girl in anguish. And then it happens. She turns around, the body of her completely in white, a fierce scar on her face and half of her facial features covered in black long hair. Her fierce aura was much similar to the man she saw few days ago playing guitar outside her room. His body was as well covered in white and hair falling on his face with a feral scar occupying the center of his forehead.