Half Ghoul Novels & Stories

Skyler said with an uncomfortable peep. Claire pushed her in and they closed the door "Ghouls are humans drank completely dry by a vampire then the vampire gives them some of their blood, they come back to life but are basically slowly rotting away... The most loyal of followers, unfortunately also the most smelly ones" she said. "Like a zombie!?" "Yeah, like a zombie" Claire said and laughed at Skyler's bewildered face.

My body hasn’t fully recovered from that and I didn’t know if I could handle another bullet today. The rogue rested his forefinger on the trigger but before he could pull it, a shadow dropped from the trees above. It was so swift, almost like a monkey swinging from branch to branch. My eyes widened in shock when I realized what it was; a body that was slightly bent down, sunken rounded eyes, fingers stretching into long sharp talons, razor-like teeth, and skin that wrapped around the bones like molten rubber—it’s a ghoul.

The creature resembled neither a human nor a ghost. The Violet Rain Bird’s expression turned grim, its massive body trembling. “Be careful, Master Adrian. This is a Human Ghoul.” A Human Ghoul was a humanoid monster classified as a type of daemonic beast. Its sharp fangs and black eyes presented a truly frightening sight. As the creature growled, Adrian's gaze turned icy. “You really think you’re something?” He charged at the beast.

"More dire predictions, I take it? Or just plain paranoia? We've had nothing happen over here. No missing persons. No psychotic episodes. Oh, and no army of darkness at our compound walls." "Yet. I thought you might wish to know that the missing rogues have been claimed or killed by sources unknown." "One thing less to worry about, I guess." The nonchalance in Nathan's reply bothered Marc, and he got a sense this conversation was headed downhill fast. Thad gritted his teeth. "Not exactly reason to celebrate. We have reason to believe that a vampire is turning the missing wolves into ghouls." "And what exactly is a ghoul?" "Think half zombie, half vampire, a whole lot of nuts, whose sole purp

She felt a shiver go down her spine as the ghoul's eyes fixed on her. The ghoul laughed, "Oh, I do not think she will be going anywhere." It shoved Lila aside, sending her crashing into a nearby tree. Lila crumpled to the ground, dazed. The ghoul advanced on Hailey, its clawed hands reaching for her. "You smell...different," it hissed. "Special. I wonder what your blood tastes like?" The ghoul bared its sharp teeth, its face twisted in what seemed like a grin. Before Hailey could react, it moved so quickly that she barely saw it coming. Her shoulder was suddenly ripped apart by a sharp pain.

The middle-like canines that could easily pierce through the hardest flesh, tearing out muscles and arteries with ease. For a moment, she found herself back at that event that had haunted her for months, continued to hunt her even now. The cold rain. The metallic smell of blood. The searing pain of claws digging mercilessly into her flesh. A ghoul. “I… I need some air.” Maya’s voice was low and far too breathy even to her own ears. She wasn’t even sure either her sister or Anna heard her. She shoved through the crowd, desperate to make her way outside. And with each move she took, she swore those dark, predatory eyes followed her.

The ghoul which was beginning to land heavy punches on Penelope who was barely conscious stopped and turned its neck three hundred and sixty degrees till it was staring at Harold with dark hollows dug into its head, representing his eyes. It was true what Trisha had guessed. The 'shadows' which they now knew as ghouls had been barely visible down in the cavern. Now they were although smoky, a lot lot easier to spot. It had to do with the full moon.

Tasha was devastated about the reality of her being a ghost. She thought she was dead, she had dreams. Even if she acted like a slut whose only interests were parties and getting boys hard for fun. She wanted to be a doctor, just to save lives. But everything was never gonna happen for her, and she thought everything had ended for her.

They were midway across the path, in front of a cemetery when suddenly graves started opening. "What is going on?" Isabella asked, clutching onto Chris tightly. Chris was suddenly sweating so furiously but Ariel was cool and her face was blank and devoid of any emotions. They stood there watching six tombs open and six scary-looking ghosts walked out. Isabella was already whitish in appearance knowing who they are. Chris's hairs were all up and his eyes green, his normal sight nature. "GREETINGS TO THE SPECIAL ONE." One of them muttered. "GREETINGS TO THE LITTLE GODDESS." Another muttered.

His fingers still wore the shades of red and black colours, while tiny drops of white and gold, glinted off the backpack he had scrapped off the floor, just a few minutes after Yvette's text. He tilted his head to the brick wall he stood before, and stared a few seconds at the half finished painting. He had managed the upper half of the skull with tiny rose petals floating over it, but the lower jaw was missing. The top had its complete set of gold lined smirking teeth, which among those was a fang soiled in mostly red and part gold. A second of satisfactory smile smeared on his face and disappeared, as he grabbed tighter the straps of his backpack, and picked his way to the location Yve had