Harry Potter Ghoul Novels & Stories

He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me. "I read it in this book , there is a certain theory which say that people might have ghost clones, these clones looks and dresses exactly like the original you and they can do anything you can do. Sometimes if you are lucky you can have a good clone but if you are unlucky you are likely to have a bad and evil clone , which means you are unlucky because yours is evil" he explained. His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories.

"Can they wake him without me?" "No. You are the key. But they can try." Kara stepped into the room. "If enough shifters believe in his return, if enough of them pour their power into the idea of him, he might manifest on his own. Not the real First Wolf. A shadow of him. A hungry ghost." "And what would that ghost do?" Kara's face was grim. "It would consume. Every shifter it touched would be drained, their power added to its own. It would grow until there was nothing left."

"There are quite a few dirty things in this morgue, there are actually ten of them." While talking, Cadell Marcus took out the Divided Soul Pot, placed it on the ground, and quickly pressed his fingers to recite the spell. The Divided Soul Pot quickly grew larger under the magic spell's movement, surrounding his body. All around the golden light, those originally attacked the Evil Devil towards Cadell Marcus, and were implicated by the Divided Soul Pot. One by one, they were all sucked in by the Divided Soul Pot and sealed within it. These dirty things can only be considered Evil Devils at most, not really ghosts, for Cadell Marcus is just a breakfast.

Even if one popped out, I wouldn't be scared. As he pushed with all his strength to pry open the stone coffin lid, he kept laughing to himself. Darius had grown up among outlaws and had heard every crazy ghost story in the book According to legend, if you came across a Blood Ghoul—basically a supercharged, undead monster—in an underground crypt, the best way to deal with it was either with a silver spike dipped in holy water or an old ritual. That ritual involved burning myrrh and mimicking a monk's apology tour.

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."

They also move faster and more determined as Zombies do. Often these monsters will use their similarity to any other rotting corpse to wait for prey, lying dormant until a victim comes too close. Once this happens, the Ghoul will awake suddenly and lash out at its target, often achieving surprise. Ghouls are stupid creatures who are controlled by a slandered necromancer who uses shadow magic . Ahmet led the group away because he felt that this place was not suitable to expose themselves, two hours to the north they found another village they hid to watch the situation.

"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

One left. She turned, her chest heaving, her knuckles bleeding beneath the crumbling stone armor. The third monster had stopped at the edge of the mud trap. It looked at its dead companions, then looked at the human woman standing amidst the gore. It didn't charge. The chaotic purple light in its eyes began to pulse with a blinding, erratic intensity. The veins on its grey scalp bulged, glowing with toxic, unstable mana. This was no mere brawler. This was a Mana-Ghoul—a creature whose internal magic was so volatile and broken that it was essentially a living bomb.

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.

She managed to find her name, and thanks to Raphael she was able to attend university with her, Rebecca thought she was just a friend who wanted to be friends, but how deeply she was fooled indeed. "So can I turn someone?" She asked the question into the car. "Ye-s you can, before the bi-te you prick your tongue, allowing your b-lood to enter his veins" Jane answered. "And if I drink him dry? Can I still turn him then?" "Yes bu-t he will be a g-houl, not a vampire" "A ghoul?" "Basically a decaying corpse, only half the strength of a vampire but but in return dead loyal to the one who bit him" Duke said.