I Am A Ghoul Novels & Stories

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."

I saw Eric as three of the beings tackled him to the ground and I concentrated on them first. “Brenna,” I said as I locked eyes with one of them and I felt the cold dread in my soul. His eyes were lifeless and black, his skin was pale like a corpse that had been dead for some time. His nails were long and he had fangs instead of teeth. ‘Watch out for their bite, that’s how they fight,’ I said in everyone’s heads. ‘What are they?’ Slade asked. ‘Ghouls,’ I said. We were on the attack and I saw the ghouls go down easily but to my utter shock they stood up again after a few minutes of being killed. The only ones that remained dead were the ones I had burned.

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.

Blaise chuckled lowly. The sound of skin being ripped and bones being cracked echoed along the cold brick walls accompanied by a few strangle cries and grunts. When Mia opened her eyes, they were all lying in a pool of their own blood. Mia blinked. She had forgotten how strong her brother had become. He was a Class S ghoul. data-p-id=474c6704571cb546b1c130e01de71d39,He landed without a sound and stood up, hands leisurely in his pockets. He glanced at Caitlynn to see her curled up in a ball, her eye's squeezed shut.

There was silence in the chamber. Finally, the Head Priestess moved, supporting Mira as they both stepped out of the pool. Mira was panting and shivering, and one of the priestesses draped a thick blanket over her. "Is it over?" Mira asked in a small broken voice. The Head Priestess nodded. "You're free, Princess." I found my voice at last. "What was that?" "A ghoul," she replied. "A dangerous spirit of the dead who was unsatisfied with her lot in life. She was trying to come back using Mira's body."

“Did she scare you?” “No,” she breathed. “This isn't the first time. I've gotten used to it.” I froze, my fingers pinching too hard on a shred of broken glass; the last piece in her back. It cracked. I hissed because of the mishap. It was trickier to pull out than the others. My eyes rolled back to Catalina. “Catalina, did you just say that this isn't the first time you've seen a ghoul?” “What's a ghoul?”

Feeling that familiar iciness in the air surrounding them, the hairs on her body stood instantly. "Let's start with the basics, what is your name?" "Nicholas." What an ordinary name. So ghosts do have one. "You said something about being half dead and second chances, what does that mean?" "Recovering my memories gives me access to my body and its location." Oh, so he doesn't know where his body is. Poor ghost. "But, why me?" "I told you. Soulmate." All strength left her. Conversations with this ghost led nowhere.

I suppose this means I'm about to have another not-so-pleasant chat with him, just as I did before, during, and after the Mate Ball. He's the one who had held me up after the liminal order arrived Crestbane, and he turned my body to stone so he could interrogate me about the state of Liminal Kaelith’s room, which he said was not in order. A signature behavior of mine. As we pass through the halls, I sense slight tremors in Velthra and know it's because of all the Ghasts there. Most people don't understand much about these creatures. They are like soul eaters and are readily available to feast on anything they find physically in Velthra.

A ghoul—a smoky, semi-corporeal horror with glowing red eyes and clawed hands—materialized from the shadows and slammed into him. He grunted in pain as his back connected hard with the carriage, the breath knocked from his lungs. The cube clattered to the ground but continued its ominous pulse. The ghoul, joined by a second, shambled toward him. The mayor, witnessing this, screamed, and the few townsfolk nearby scattered.

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.