Nameless Ghoulettes Novels & Stories

“When your dad was listing the things he didn’t want… what did he mean by… ‘no fucking cowbell’?” For the first time since the attack, Jo found herself laughing. She’d let that slip by her, but Zane was right. He had said that. “Well, when Elliott died, apparently, Hannah decided his funeral should be a little different than the norm. Apparently, the funeral started with the song, ‘Don’t Fear the Reaper,’ by Blue Oyster Cult.” She remembered how her mom would always laugh when she told that story. Thinking of Hannah, a Guardian and the second in command of all of the Guardians made her wonder where the hell the woman was. She’d thought all along that Hannah was with Jamie--but she hadn’t bee

The desert seemed endless at night. Beneath a sky scattered with cold stars, the dunes stretched in every direction like waves frozen in time, their pale surfaces glowing faintly beneath the moonlight. The landscape was beautiful in the way certain things became beautiful only after dark-vast, lonely, and indifferent to human suffering. Meera Rathore barely noticed any of it.

They emerge from a hole in the ground, a dark and menacing opening that seems to be the very gate to the underworld. The Drider, an equally terrifying entity, accompanies them. Its appearance is a grotesque blend of spider and humanoid, with a body covered in dark hair and long, sharp legs that creak with every movement. Its eyes, a bloody red, reflect pure malice and an insatiable thirst for power. Together, Drider and the Skinning of the mind are the embodiment of horror, a sight that could chill the bravest of souls to the bone.

Rows and rows of them. I clamped a hand over my mouth, muffling the scream that threatened to escape from my throat. Inside each tanks and soaked in the strange bubbly green liquid were men and women. Some looked human. Others were Outworlders—werewolves, vampires, ghouls. They were all naked. Their bodies were suspended in the thick green liquid and their eyes were wide open, as if frozen in an expression of silent horror. “What the hell?” I muttered in a shaky breath.

(Battle Theme : 'Dark Chest Of Wonders (Instrumental) by Nightwish) "Master, two ugly ghouls are coming from the right corner!" Silver Moon spoke. "Four from the left!" Ming Yue rushed toward the right and in fast speed, she slashed the first ghoul and cut of the head of the second one. Yang Lixin who already adapted--even though forcefully, to supernatural things that was happening right at this moment, shot one of the ghoul while Bai Hu helped with his wind, shredding the rest to pieces. Ling Mao who was running along side everyone noticed how the ghouls kept appearing, it was endless.

So did things that had no names. Rowan and Elara’s voices rose above it all, chanting together words that had no language but were born of blood and choice and sacrifice. The shard cracked again. The light grew unbearable. And then Silence. The shadows convulsed. The eyes blinked once Twice Then it went dark. The Nameless Ones began to fall apart, pulled into a spiraling vortex that formed beneath the twins’ feet. It consumed them like smoke in a storm, tearing the battlefield apart in concentric waves.

The building was still as cold as they remembered. The corridors were silent to death. Dim lights add to the chillness of the walls. A certain odour lingered in the dark holes in the walls. It was a castle. But it seemed like nobody lived in it. A faint hint of blood entered Max's nostrils and he held his breath. It burnt his inside.

Her men swarmed my elderly father and hanged him alive—right there, in front of my grave. Despair and regret swallowed me whole. I screamed, I sobbed, I begged her to let him go. But as my father's body swung lifelessly, Adeline's smile only grew colder. "Now it's his sister's turn." At that moment, her face was twisted and grotesque, like a demon that had crawled straight out of hell.

He had no idea what to do, but he knew he had to find someone to keep on selling this lie. He knew today was supposed to be his official day back at school, but he wasn't mentally stable to go back and he knew it. Struggling to recover from his mother's demise and now he is seeing Ghosts. He got into his bathroom to wash up and prepare for school. Turned on the shower and stood still as the water paraded his skin and him exhaling, he felt calm at least. He closed his eyes and ran his hand through his hair, and immediately saw Tasha calling his name, her eyes filled with darkness and Her hand stretching out to him. He couldn't move, his heart felt like it was being squeezed. He couldn't breat

"Look at them turning tail already." Through drifting smoke, the four remaining vessels reverse hard, heavy hulls churning grey foam white as they retreat past the outer reef line, engines straining loud enough to vibrate the very air around the estate's stone walls. A ragged cheer rises from the courtyard below, forty Nullborn voices lifting together in relief that clearly hasn't fully settled into trust yet, fists raised and void auras flaring bright in celebration against the cold morning sky. Even Julian allows himself one brief, controlled exhale before turning his scope back toward the horizon out of pure habit, dark eyes already searching for the next threat before his body has finish