Nameless Ghoulettes Novels & Stories

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

After a while, Leslie stretched and yawned, feeling the weight of sleep. ​"Hey, I'm tired. Let’s go back, it’s really late," Leslie suggested. ​"You go ahead," Scarlett replied firmly. "I’ll head back later. I just want to stay a bit longer." ​Leslie looked at her with a mix of worry and resignation, but finally nodded and began walking back to camp. Scarlett was left alone by the lake, unaware that she was being watched from the other side of the water. ​Across the lake, Zafira and her sister Zahia—two gorgons, women with serpent tails instead of legs—hid in the shadows. Zafira, her serpentine body coiling around itself, watched Scarlett with a mix of surprise and overflowing rage.

When Seza realized that Hande was making fun of her and fell again, she was walking and talking while looking in a distorted way. "Damn, I fell again." "Look, I knew that too. You're so smart." "Hand!" one ... Cappadocia Hilton hotel and the hall where the celebration was held. Dozens of guests and the press were eagerly waiting for the historical artifacts and the underground city to be shown. Hande is chatting standing up with her family and a few other people. Seza could not concentrate on the conversation and looked around with restless eyes. Not seeing the person she wanted was bothering her more and more, she.

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.

“You’re still quite the character, Nameless. How do you not understand after being in the underworld for so long? “Family members aren’t supposed to be involved in our quarrel. “If you hand over Mandy Zimmer right now, I’ll turn around and leave without saying another word. “If not, I’ll turn this entire place into a mass grave.” Harvey’s calm words were filled with murderous intent. Then again, the women beside Nameless pouted when they sized up Harvey with disgust. ‘How dare a mere geomancy expert say that?’ ‘Is he getting too cocky after tending to his customers a little too much?’ “Heh heh! I didn’t peg you as such a romantic! Nameless showed a playful glare. “I was contemplating whether

It was a Psychological-Horror landscape—the sanctuary had become a gallery of Elara’s maternal trauma. "Elara, stay back," Kazimir warned, drawing his Glitch-Blade. The flickering edge hissed as it moved through the air, sensing the Corrupted-Code of the ghosts. "The garden is dying, Elara," the ghosts whispered in unison, a hundred different voices creating a Polychromatic Chorus that shook the ground. "The General is gone, but the shards remain. We are the 'Infection' you can never delete." One of the ghosts—the one in the lab coat—walked toward Elara. She didn't have feet; she drifted across the grass, the moss turning to gray ash beneath her. She stopped inches from Elara’s face.

Mrtyu knelt to clutch her knees and cried bitterly by burying her face in between her legs. “Warnings, Bella. I no ghost,” Hexa told her watching her sobs. The clutches of chains increased on Aaron’s body. “If not a ghost, then are you phantom or spirits,” Mrtyu ragged out with fear, “Then, what are you?” Hexa proceeded out of the room closing the door with a loud bang by sending her a warning signal. The loud bang on the door resonated in and around the villa. The windows of weaker glass are broken into pieces and fall onto the floor.

Adam lamented. “I’m just wondering if maybe we should get him inside and bolt the door. This might not be the safest place for him after all. She’s getting a might closer and some of those zombie spirits look like they’re coming back to life in a not too friendly way.” He studied the spirits who were once so animated but were now acting dazed and confused. A few of them were losing that dazed look. It was being replaced by one of intelligence and… Anger? Hate? He couldn’t tell.

the mysterious being said to me in a forbidding whisper-like voice. “Wh-who are you,” I asked with fear lacing my words. The mysterious being slowly turned towards me and with a sarcastic smirk he replied, "I am a shell of the God I once was, my dear Gia. I have had many names, Hel, La Muerte, Shinigami, Psychopomp, and Thanatos. Many in North America know me as the Grim Reaper or just plain Death for short. In this moment, and under this demon’s rule, I am Thanatos.

Their long and thin tongue is stuck out as if they are already craving human flesh. The hole emits miasma nonstop as it stands as the portal to hell. Every moment, other creatures were materialized and given life. Goblins, Golems, Ghouls, Orge, Imps, Lich, Warlocks, you name it! To make everything short, everything related to the corrupted souls of Tartaro. I look at Phelan, and I see no fear on him despite the innumerable foes. Neither anyone in my pack shows fear. Instead, I see their excitement in their hazel orbs.