Nameless Ghoulettes Novels & Stories

Jason looked genuinely puzzled. Avoiding his gaze, Liora explained, "We don't do that. We call male ghosts 'dark souls' and female ones 'phantom queens'. And guess what? You've got yourself a phantom queen right beside you. Looks about 20, long hair, and, oh, bleeding from the wrists." Jason's face went through a sudden transformation. "Seriously, Liora? Are we playing games now?" Liora rolled her eyes, sizing up Jason like he was the slowest kid in class. "Fine, let me break it down. Why do you go visit your dead relatives' graves?"

His razor-sharp teeth tore the flesh and chewed the muscle, his body growing plump as he feasted on her guilt. She screamed and tried to get away. But she couldn’t move. The angry Nameless Dead drew near, a pile three hundred thousand deep worming her way in a line four miles long. At the end of the hall, Madame’s skeleton carefully stood. In the dusty red light, Lucky could see the flesh grow. Pale and white, it slithered from the bone and snapped around her limbs, reaching up to her neck and the smooth of her skull. The kimono fell and rose as the darkness pumped fetid air into her dry lungs. Fingers stretched. The head circled on the neck. Hands rose to find the black wig with the high bu

"What are these things? They're like something out of a nightmare." Caleb's eyes glinted with determination as he stepped forward. "They're nothing we can't handle. Stay together and fight as one. We'll make it through this." And they did. The group worked together, their movements fluid and efficient as they battled the undead horde. Eventually, the last zombie had fallen, and they were able to continue on their journey. Their final obstacle came in the form of ghosts. As they approached their destination, they were suddenly surrounded by a group of ethereal beings, their faces twisted in anger and pain. The ghosts seemed to materialize out of thin air, their moans echoing through the night

Josh seems to be unconscious, which was probably caused by the massive lump on his head. Slowly I reach out a hand and shake him. He lets out a groan and opens his eyes extremely slowly. As he gets up he looks around for his attacker but can’t find it. I glance at the monster, well what use to be the monster. It had lost its entire colour, now just greyish colours like the sky on an overcast day; it’s eyes just black holes in its head. Josh looks up and see’s Ash and says “What’s that dickhead doing here? And why are you here Natalie?” “I could ask you the same question Josh. Ash and

Only if I had known my soul would have been sold for nothing, I would have ended it. The room hadn't changed a bit all these years. Same dark walls that made the room intimidating and the absolute perfection in the way it was organized just as its owner, hiding all that evil just barely underneath the surface, simmering and waiting for the perfect time to strike its prey. I repressed a shudder and took a seat waiting for him to notice my presence in the room. He was writing in a journal on the desk, I had always wondered what he wrote in there, the number of people he killed, or the latest mission he accomplished?

This was not the same man he had battled day in and day out for countless eons in the past. That foe was relentless in his offense and it did not matter how little he profited from each of their engagements but he had still kept on coming like an undying plague that rose with the drumbeats of battle. "Because it really doesn't matter anymore for you to know." The Nameless One replied and flicked two of his fingers. "CRACK!" The resulting sound vibrated once and it created multiple visions that were presented before the man's guests. One was of a gorgeous woman who was naked in bed but she was dressed not with any garments whatsoever but only of a lone jewelry on her neck.

Azrael released the little girl from her hug and looked her straight in the eyes. “You may have lost your loved ones dear, but always remember they don't want you to be eaten by your own sorrow. Think about those people who were left behind as well like you-- they also want you to move forward in life” Azrael said. The little girl wiped her eyes and tried to get back to her senses. “By the way-” she looked at Azrael with confused eyes. “What is that monster?” she asked. Azrael just smiled at her. “That's a ghoul, it's an evil spirit that harms and eats humans with negative emotions. So, if you feel depressed or angry they will find you and eat you. Just like what happened recently because th

She said. "This is my ghost Talia." Melanie said. "Gracie." Emily said. "Fredrick." Jay said. "Jessie." Adam said. "Oh my, its a ghoul." Screamed Fredrick. The other ghost couldn't understand what was wrong with a ghoul so they thought he was over reacting. "So." Jessie said. "You don't know what a ghoul is do you?" They shook their heads and Gracie said, "Nope." "Ghouls are known as fiendish creatures, they are stubborn, and dangerous isn't that so Kazu." He said, focusing on the ghoul who found him dramatic, Kazu smiled at him, and said.

The Halfling prince, Maleficent the Glutton, Levi the Envious, Dagger, Gabriel the Faithful, and dozens of dozens assassins were left in the arena. The assassins were wisely picked. Ghouls. The Trilateral Court along with the guardian angels commissioned the ghouls for they were the creatures of darkness that were never loyal to anyone. They worshipped the gold and nothing else. Though their name was very monstrous, they had the image of a human. Only, their eyes were bloodshot and they fed of human flesh. The ghouls were very agile and they were also the master of weaponry. Maleficent could not help but admire this move from her enemy for a fraction of a minute before she shifted her attent

he yelled as he stepped back, more corpses arising. “Ghouls,” Janshai said. “Ghouls?” Arth repeated, studying the ugly-looking corpses, having bone claws and razor teeth; long and sharp. Their height stood taller than any regular human, and their eyes glowed in blue light. “Est Immortuos … The Undead” Janshai added. “They’re the corpses that have been revived and controlled by a powerful Demonlord.” “They’re like zombies without flesh … only skeletal ones,” Arth said as he unsheathed his sword.