I Am A Ghoul Novels & Stories

I smile and walk down the red carpet toward my throne. Walk up three steps and twirled around, hitting my cape for a climatic effect as I sat down, crossing a leg over the other. Bastion appears on my side. The look on the three princes' faces as my Phantom Knights and other servants surrounded them. They have never seen humanoid animals and monsters living in the castle as my servants. They feel uncomfortable and threatened by how they could be easily killed on my orders. The princes had also never seen Bastian, a ghoul with gray-blue skin and bright white eyes, stand next to me as ghouls are considered flesh-eating monsters who can take on the form of the person they ate.

"Did I ever say that ghouls eat fruit and animal flesh? After they broke from the container box and came out to prey on the low-ranking vampires we sacrificed to get them to this island, they just staggered around the island in a random direction. They only prey on humans and races that are similar to them. Even if a werewolf transforms into a wolf, they won't attack, because they have no lust for anything else that is formless like a human." Just as Damien finished explaining, a ghoul passed by. The ghoul paused and stared at them. “Grrraaaawwwwlllll!~ ...” the ghoul shouted in his hoarse voice and immediately ran towards Damien. Slash!~ … In one single slash of the sword, the ghoul's head

The sudden move seemed to catch the Ghoul by surprise for only a few seconds, then as Brandon scrambled across the ground and tried to roll up to his feet the Ghoul was bearing down on him. This was it. This was the breaking point. This was his miracle. Something he could fucking kill. Something he could kill...and eat! With a shudder of need and desperation Brandon glared at the towering Ghoul with its long gangly arms, nearly dragging across the earth, and toxic black saliva staining its gaping fang filled maw and wide boney nostrils. Its long ears swiveled forward in aggression and its thick lips pulled back on a cackling yelp that made Brandon want to spit in its face.

I ask, tossing Dargo onto the manager’s desk. “Gaston has found one more, but she is unconscious.” He replies. “Carmen,” I call, turning to my mate, “are you okay?” She nods her head and looks up to meet my gaze as she kneels beside the armless ghoul bleeding out on the floor. While ghouls share many of our powers when we create them, they’re unable to heal. Lips trembling, Carmen slowly rises and comes to my side. “Is there anything we can do for her?”

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.

With a click, the clasp came undone, and the pendant fell to the floor. In a flash, Zoe’s eyes widened. She grabbed my collar like a madwoman. “Y-You… You didn’t switch fates? You lied to me?!” I looked at her in surprise. “What are you talking about?” Miles suddenly exclaimed, “Ow, Maisie. My neck feels itchy.” He pulled down his collar, exposing his collarbone, and clearly revealed who was actually wearing the demonic fate-swapping lock.

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.

Walter rumbled as they all settled their attention on Mantilo. "These claw markings....the scent of bile....the black fluids...." The large Clan Head said at first instead of answering, glancing dispassionately at the damage and claw marks all about the room. "That's is a definite sign that what I had feared all this time is true." He finally began. "These things, these intruders are called Ghouls. I hadn't come across one of their kind in many decades. So when I first spotted the dead moose's and the black slime on the bodies my memory was tickled, but I couldn't exactly put the pieces together until I visited the library and recovered a few scrolls...."

Right then, a stack of hundred-dollar bills was shoved into my hand. Jorvan had been moving among the ghouls occasionally and only came back after collecting the payment for the food. Seeing my unusual moroseness, Jorvan could not help but rap my skull. Ghouls could not cry; only humans did. He expressionlessly stood so that he blocked the ghouls’ line of sight to me. His gaze roamed over my face. “Those who get pulled into the supernatural world all have unfinished business.” “What?” In a panic, I wiped my face with my sleeve and pretended as though there was something in my eye.

"How is it possible that you can drink? Thought you said you're a ghost?" He scoffs at her. "Thought I said...," he pauses and takes a peek at his body before turning back to her. "Isn't that my body laying lifeless down there?" "Hmm, how is it possible then that you can drink?" "Because my mum is from the ghost clan while I'm from the clan of the ghost of terror. So even in my ghost form, I can do anything I want. Although I don't feel comfortable with being a ghost and there are certain limitations."