Half Ghoul Novels & Stories

William raised a skeptical brow and his gaze followed Paoli around the table. “It’s rare they’re marked," Paoli agreed. "But it happens.” He took the chair across from William and propped his bare feet on the edge of the table for no reason other than it bugged William. Paoli was one of the oldest vampires William had ever met, and by far the least conspicuous. He stood only about an inch shorter than William was himself, which put him just shy of six feet. Where William's hair was raven and cropped short, Paoli's was a dark blond and long enough to rest on his shoulders. He had none of the dark characteristics a person would usually associate with a vampire—especially a vampire as old as he

Suddenly, Oliwen raised his hand and he said: “Me!” “Oliwen? Alright, but you should be careful, the Domin’s citizens are not friendly at all.” Oliwen: “...” “About the prophecy…” Pure waved her hand, and a crystal globe appeared “We should take a look at this globe.” When she’d just finished talking, a sudden light appeared in the room. Then the room was covered with a strange light. That kind of light made the room special. A dim picture appeared on the globe… That is a village, a village in the human world. A boy standing in the alley with a beggar…Then a small beautiful star fell on top of the boy. A series of deep breaths resounded from everyone in the room.

Walter rumbled as they all settled their attention on Mantilo. "These claw markings....the scent of bile....the black fluids...." The large Clan Head said at first instead of answering, glancing dispassionately at the damage and claw marks all about the room. "That's is a definite sign that what I had feared all this time is true." He finally began. "These things, these intruders are called Ghouls. I hadn't come across one of their kind in many decades. So when I first spotted the dead moose's and the black slime on the bodies my memory was tickled, but I couldn't exactly put the pieces together until I visited the library and recovered a few scrolls...."

Ahmet and his companions in the boat went towards the island while the crew waited for news in the ship, when they reached the shore it was empty but there were traces of life, they continued to advance towards the forest, they were surprised by the presence of a village inside the forest, this village was surrounded by wooden walls They hid in the trees and observed the situation. Caution was necessary. After hours, they found that the village belonged to ghouls. Ghouls look much like Zombies, i.e. rotting (and usually Human) corpses. However, their tongues are long and thin and usually flicker in and out of their mouths when they engage a prospective meal in combat. They also move faster a

The last thing she heard was a smooth familiar voice yell; “Enough! She’s staying." data-p-id=7e9013ab2d2276816a3fc59976f040a9,Blood. More blood. Screaming. Blood. Screaming. Pain. Ghoul. Blood. Mum. Dad. Flesh. Human flesh. Blood. Ghoul. Pain. Dead. Both dead. Blood. Ghoul . . . Blaise.

Even the zombies were not able to last even one second. With Greedy Wolf in his hand, Chase released a blade aura that was two feet long. A white blade flash formed into half a circle. Any undead that touched it would instantly turn to black dust. After about half an hour, these underlings were completely destroyed. That was when a giant, rotting old hag who was about ten feet tall crawled over like a spider. She moved with agile speed and made no sound, just like a phantom ghost. All three of them were shocked by her appearance.

Yukiya shouted glancing at his rotten face. The ghoul sighed once again. He caressed the clay prosthetics and peered at her. "I was telling you the truth. I am indeed a ghoul. I was rescued by my highness a while ago. Back then, I didn't have my memory but little by little I regained it all….being an undead….it's not fun. Most of the time I stink. I have to use special perfumes to keep it in check. My jaw falls off all the time, so I have to control my words…. My life is not easy," he sighed with his head down.

“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!’