Half Ghoul Novels & Stories

Together, they launched a counterattack, their combined forces driving back the Wolfsbane and Silverbacks. Amidst the raging battle between the Silverbacks and Wolfsbane clans against the formidable Gaia clan, a group of stealthy observers watched from the shadows. These were members of the Crescent Claws, a werewolf clan known for their cunning and mastery of shapeshifting. As the battle intensified, a surge of immense power erupted from the depths of the forest, signaling the emergence of Kai, a half-powered werewolf wielding an aura of unparalleled strength.

Her eyes went wide with shock: tiny skeletal remains slipped out. She froze, watching in horror as the bones instantly shattered, turning to a fine dust that vanished before her eyes. Ghouls rushed forward, sickles raised to cleave her. Suddenly, Horan surged between them. He cursed with every ounce of his being, delivering a bone-jarring kick to the face of each attacker. "I don't give a damn about bad deeds in times like these!" he spat. "Jennet, get up!" Horan nudged her leg, his voice sharp with urgency.

Azrael released the little girl from her hug and looked her straight in the eyes. “You may have lost your loved ones dear, but always remember they don't want you to be eaten by your own sorrow. Think about those people who were left behind as well like you-- they also want you to move forward in life” Azrael said. The little girl wiped her eyes and tried to get back to her senses. “By the way-” she looked at Azrael with confused eyes. “What is that monster?” she asked. Azrael just smiled at her. “That's a ghoul, it's an evil spirit that harms and eats humans with negative emotions. So, if you feel depressed or angry they will find you and eat you. Just like what happened recently because th

I call ghost, he got more than one skill, and opening closed-door virtual and real ones are one of his many skills. He uses his key locks tools and messes with the door for a bit until it opens. Finally, I walk down with ghost behind me, I find a small girl laying naked on the floor. She's thin, too thin, her blond hair match mine only hers is dirty and matted on her head. Her blue eyes are hardly open, I can see bruises all over her fragile body. Taking off my shirt I cover her quickly and pick her up leaving this hell behind. "You're safe now baby sister" I whisper in her ears she closes her eyes letting darkness take her.

I hug my arms around her waist and hide my face in her neck. "Mack," Anita asks in a concerned whisper as my tears roll down her skin. "I'm three hundred eighteen years old, half human half vampire. What if I can't...," I break into uncontrolled sobs. Anita gingerly pulls my face from her neck as her own tears roll down her cheeks and gives me loving eyes. "It changes nothing between us," she says in a wavering whisper and gives me a chaste kiss.

When he looks back at me, his eyes have changed. His irises are lost in the shadow of his sclera. The latter has taken to two shades―obscene halfway from the top, then bloody below―with blue scanty veins pulling over them. At first, I thought it was just his supernatural eyes, just like that of Xaulfur. Yet, somehow, I feel that his inhuman state is not a threat to me. It is not as if I trust the old hag, I just trust the feeling of warmth I usually have when around him. However, it soon hit me.

She had to hope that the scent of the thousand spices and illegal concoctions around them was enough to drown out the smell of a hybrid and her marked friend. In the dense, perfumed fog of Alchemist’s Row, a figure no taller than a fire hydrant watched them from the shadow of a stall selling pickled manticore eyes. His name was Gnash, a gnome with skin the color of a cured ham and a vest full of brass gadgets that ticked with a rhythmic, nervous energy. He was currently on his fourth cigar of the morning, the thick, pungent smoke curling around his oversized ears. Most in the Half-Market ignored the duo,just two more girls in hoods,but Gnash was a connoisseur of "Others."

She turned just as the first creature lunged. It had been a half-blood once. She could see the remnants of humanity in its face, the shape of its eyes, the curve of its jaw. But those remnants were buried beneath layers of corruption, dark veins pulsing under gray skin, teeth that had been filed into points, eyes that held nothing but hunger. Elif shifted and met the creature mid-leap. Her claws tore through its chest, but it did not stop. It did not even seem to feel the wounds. It kept coming, snapping at her throat, its claws raking across her shoulders.

Then, I went back to doing my work. [Number of survivors left in the map: 2] A misty rain started falling, washing away the scent of blood in the air. Half an hour later, Jorvan came back while looking like nothing had happened. Right after that, ghouls started flooding out from all over. They lined up in an orderly fashion and stuck their heads out to see what food I had come up with. “What’s on the menu today, Ms. Graves?” “It’s so cold out with the rain. I’d love to have something hot.”

On top of that, the goblin toddler also joined with the ghost lady. Both of them frenziedly attacked Azalias. The ghost lady clawed toward his abdomen, and the goblin toddler targetted his head. His survival instinct kicked in and dodged the ghost lady's claw. Then kicking the wall behind him flew toward the goblin toddler and gave a flying punch to its face. Just as he thought, he succeeded in punching. It opened its mouth and bared its sharp teeth on his fist. The ghost lady flew toward him again, baring her hideous teeth. He thrashed the ghost lady with the goblin toddler, which was still crunching on his hard fist.