Nameless Ghoulettes 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.

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

When it touched her, her expression softened, as if the sensation soothed something deep inside her. Taffy frowned, eyes wide. She looked around, but all she saw was dirt, roots, and the ghouls watching them with blank, hollow eyes—unthinking, like broken dolls. “I don’t see anything,” she whispered. Selene opened her mouth to answer, but the ghouls shrieked again. This time, they lunged in. Taffy screamed as several bodies wriggled into the burrow at once—only to crumble into ash before they could get close.

No one is daring enough to do it. I would have taken it upon myself to ask Sin, but my concentration is focused on something else. Something lurking at the entrance of the throne room; something only I can see. Ten ghouls. These ghouls are waiting. Dark, grey matter is smeared on their clothes as their bodies itch with sores all over. They look worse than the previously dead people I have seen. These are the people who died recently. Death has come to punish me. Now, I have to accept my punishment.

’ I called them in the only language they understood, of which only demons knew. Deep and louder growls startled the ladies who tried to chant protective spells, but nothing happened. The growls got even louder enough to terrify the strong, confident witches of the group. My boys were almost here, and everyone could feel their dreadful aura of death. “Who are you?” Maureen asked with the last bit of strength she had. “I go by many names” I straightened my palm again, and my bottle returned. My hell hounds had finally started to appear, and the ladies’ screams boomed all over the house.

The problem I’m having is this: If I allow myself even the slightest bit of wiggle room for the veracity of Father Ward’s story in this journal, the door is opened wide for all sorts of other things. Like a child-devouring demon named Moloch or Baal. An odd yellow taxi and odder coins bearing a strange design popping up all over town. A ghostly boy maybe born of a man’s deep pain and self-loathing. A strange place called Carcosa—with black skies and even blacker stars—where it seems lost people go when they’ve nowhere else. Someone or something named Hastur (a name which runs cold shivers down my spine even thinking it).

Ahmet and his companions in the boat went towards the island while the crew waited for news in the ship, when they reached the shore it was empty but there were traces of life, they continued to advance towards the forest, they were surprised by the presence of a village inside the forest, this village was surrounded by wooden walls They hid in the trees and observed the situation. Caution was necessary. After hours, they found that the village belonged to ghouls. Ghouls look much like Zombies, i.e. rotting (and usually Human) corpses. However, their tongues are long and thin and usually flicker in and out of their mouths when they engage a prospective meal in combat. They also move faster a

I glance at my brother, “Oh, ok— um, it's filled with roaming spirits, creatures would be a better term for them, they are called wanders of the shadows. They were ordinary souls sent to Hell like any other for punishment, but strange things can come through hell's gates I tell you... I don't even know how Cerberus does it. Anyway, the souls sent to Asphodel are indifferent ones, upon entering, they are required to drink from river Lethe, so they can forget who they are, turning themselves into meaningless zombies,” Stefan explained, as we approached closer to the field. “Lethe— I have heard that name before,” Lilith whispered, “Wasn't that the name of a goddess, the one of forgetfulness?”

Vision swimming, head ringing, choking on pain and more than a little caught off guard Brandon held his stomach and looked up from beneath his tear stained lashes. And froze in disbelief and horror. Two olive skinned Ghouls stood before him, slowly stalking closer to him. Closing in for the kill. These Ghouls were reminiscent of the Ghouls that had attacked Ezekiel’s home and killed Billy the bee keeper....but Brandon instantly knew that these were not the same beasts.