Nameless Ghoul Fire Novels & Stories

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

"If it isn't Elmore's resident brooding sociopath." I wait him out. Once he's materialized to run a steady pace beside me, I draw my fist back and smash it into his face. He roars in pain, falling behind. Wiping blood from his nose, the ghoul starts at me again, dematerializing mid motion. His voice sounds above my head, poisonous. "Scratch that, Elmore's resident sociopath with anger issues. What happened? Mummy didn't love you?" My chest twists inadvertently. She doused me in gasoline and lit a f*cking match.

**** Fiend I allowed my malevolent doppelganger to roam freely within the wolf perimeter. After all, if the ghoul is dead, there is nothing anyone else can do about it except for the wolves. Besides, a vampire cannot truly be killed, so he can only scavenge for food there. And his only source of sustenance was a lifeless body. Many members of his clan perished due to their actions involving the corpses of some wolves. Let's be honest, even with strict rules in place, some of those rules can be disregarded when no one is watching. Wolves and vampires are eternal enemies, and that is an unchangeable fact. Not too far away, I catch a whiff of the ghoul's decaying blood, and a sinister smile cre

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.

Shadows flicker red beneath my door now, dancing like cruel spirits. “Run!” The word echoes in my skull. The door bursts inward in a spray of sparks and splintered wood. Flames roar behind a towering silhouette. A man steps through the fire. I cannot see his face — only the outline of him carved in burning light. And his eyes. They glow. Not with reflection. With power. The world fractures into red and gold. Heat devours everything. The scream tears from my throat— I wake choking on smoke that isn’t there. My room is dark. Quiet. Whole.

i screamed, he angrily threw me a humans head , a dead human head and it was Mr franklin's head, i wanted to drop tears when i saw an innocent person's head but i had no time to cry, i had to run away , i almost reached the exit but he was there before me then he blocked the way . "Don't ever call me a punk again, punk" he said in an angry voice straight up to my face. "You are E.V.I.L !!" i yelled at him , he immediately grabbed my throat and threw me away, he was more powerful than i thought he was. I was gasping for air but he was still coming after me, he had no mercy at all , all he wanted was to kill me then replace me , that's why he killed Mr Franklin, he knew that Mr Franklin knew t

“She is no longer one of us. She's Hrazgoul now” "My daughter". The woman moans, staring helplessly at the ghoul, who is slowly getting closer. There is no recognition in its gaze, only sunken eyes staring hungrily at the people. "We can survive this !" Saren shouts, pulling a flame out of the nearest torch. "Great Mother !" Cries the man holding the torch, and runs away from Saren.

"November. Run!" With my heart in my throat, I flip my head around. But, as expected, it is too late. Before I can take my foot off the ground, two male ghouls materilize in front of me. And without a warning, they force themselves inside of me. In a matter of seconds, the familiar, maddening pain gushes through me. The last thing I remember before I go unconscious is Sin screaming my name on the top of his lungs as I fall backwards to the burning soil.

said Easy Street as he pulled the machete out of Curtis’s chest. Curtis lay unmoving. Jeannine couldn’t process what had happened. She was feeling nothing, thinking nothing. She was like a radio tuned to a station that played only static. “Shall we go?” asked the ghoul, pointing the ancient blade at Jeannine. “Your escort awaits, dig?” Dozens of Civil War ghouls materialized silently from shadows, pointing their weapons at Jeannine.

I’m five foot ten. He whines and grumbles, and I stroke his massive head. “Yes, I know. She is ok,” I say to him and he huffs before he stands and moves to sit in between my legs. The Hellhounds can take down a wolf with ease. Their bites have the sting of icy death and they secrete venom that can kill a werewolf. Fortunately, they are extremely loyal creatures. Destinee has Anubis and I have always had Set. But he can’t swim in the depths, so Gaia has been keeping him for me.