I Am A Ghoul Novels & Stories

I grit my teeth as the man crouches in front of my cell, observing the very sorry sight of me. His face closes in on the cell bars, eyeing me up and down, sneering. A dark colored three-clawed scar is on his cheek, nearing his left eye. His entire aura is a darkened blue—which could mean anything negative. I stare at him angrily, not wanting his disgusting face near me. The man sniggers before standing up and examining Sandy and Valerie's weakened state.

He had jet black fur, two sharp protruding silver fang, long cold claws, and golden eyes that radiates killing intent. The aura he emanated suppressed the werewolf fighting in the area. All of them stood in place not attacking nor defending, it was as if time stopped. Among the warriors present, Delta Cluxx and Elder Justin trembled in fear. Because of their superior sense, they could immediately tell how dangerous Beta Terrie of the Golden Hound Pack had become. The aura he released were even comparable to Alpha Broderick. Before their eyes, Beta Terrie walked out of the collapsed building. The aura surrounding him gave immense pressure that standing upright was a difficult thing to do. Eve

He heard the soft shuffle of boots in the dirt, the heavy breathing of the ghoul a demon had created. Dangerous creatures, ghouls lived to serve their masters, feasting on tainted blood and the flesh of humans. They were vicious and without mercy. He waited, his power building and building, gathering until it flowed through him and poured out into the air around him. The ghoul approached from behind, shuffling closer, an evil being, clumsy but very cunning and impossibly strong. A human being would be in grave danger should he meet with a minion of the demon.

“It’s a Ryokan hex.” Kaze said indifferently, “Someone is out to get you. You were planted with a Ghoul Parasite. “The Ghoul Parasite feeds on your blood. It takes two to four weeks for the parasite to fully mature. Once it’s fully grown, you will die. “You would probably have three more days to live if I hadn’t knocked the Ghoul Parasite out of you. “You’re fine now.” Those infected with the Ghoul Parasite would have black undertones under their wrinkles.

If I am in a mine shaft, an old well, or just a hole in the ground, no one will ever find me. I hear the sound again, "Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch." This time it is even louder than it was before and it sounds strangely right above me. I hesitate to raise my hands for fear that I will connect with something that I don't necessarily want to and then I crouch down, hoping that whatever it is goes away before it finds me. Although, I already know better. I know what is haunting me and torturing my soul. She owns me and I know it. The minute she took my soul, pieces of my personality slowly started to disappear. Now I am just a shadow.

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.

The face was that of Igor, but everything else was unrecognizable, the blue twig-like lips and the dark circles on the mottled, ashen skin as he stretched out a diseased-looking hand to touch me. “Look what you did to me,” The thing that looked like Igor drawled in a distorted voice, rolling toward me at breakneck speed so that I sprang back, ignoring the sharp pain that pulled at my belly and gaping in horror, scarcely able to breathe. What the fuck?! “No! Get away from me!” I shrieked, throwing a small vase at the ghoul and watching the smoky form of its body hiss as the blue vase went through it to break against the rear wall.

" Who are you?" A man entered wearing a black jacket soaked of water. He's skin was pale but not as pale to the vampire that I saw in Louis house. He walked towards me while looking at me intently. I immediately stood up when he's in front of me. I thought if this person is a vampire, but he has no reddish eyes despite of his pale skin or maybe his like Louis, a werewolf. " How did you find this place?" I gulped. A bullet of panic rises in my throat.I could hear the slow, dragging beat of my heart. Suddenly a colds sweat dripping on my face. His gazed started to filled with darkness.

I asked him. "I will never bow to a witch. I will take pleasure in eating your heart since you chose to ruin my meal!" He spat back at me with an evil smirk. Yes, I could have easily done a killing blow, but I find a slight enjoyment in making the evil beings suffer a little. Plus, I get paid more if I deliver them alive. Mucelini here broke the law. Ghouls have centers where they can obtain flesh to survive. When several ghoul attacks started in the area and the Paranormal Enforcement Agents (PEA) couldn't find the culprit they called me. Freya Blackwood, paranormal bounty hunter. I take on hunting ghouls, vampires, werewolves, and other creatures of the night. I am the best of the best and

'The obliviousness of the night is as atrocious as the hour. “So, what do you intend to tell me? That I am a prawn for your non-executed affairs into this human forsaken island.” “I'd like to eat some of those. It's Halloween, lusting after sea food might not be as beneficial as clawing my nails into your skin and drinking every drop of blood from you.” The Ghost humored. “I won't be surprised if you actually do that?” Matt confirmed.