Nameless Ghoulettes Novels & Stories

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.

Warm blood slides down my cheek as the ache swells and throbs. The shadows gather, their forms flickering in and out of focus. Four silhouettes emerge, closing in with unnatural slowness, their movements dragging through the air like figures wading through water. They hover at the edge of my vision, shifting and distorting, a pack of vengeful ghosts drawn together by hunger. “There’s nowhere to run, Tabitha Huxley…” Their mouths stretch into impossible smiles as they advance, teeth gleaming too white in the dark. NO!

“You should ask Amy. All I know is that we need to perform three cleansings over three days on you and your friend, in order to rid you guys of all your parasites without leaving an open wound. Then, you can come into the Manor, and we can perform the ritual to unchain Ku— the shadow.” He narrowed his eyes. “You had a name for it.” “I call him Kujo.” He tried not to laugh and failed. “Oh, right! Like Stephen King’s novel Cujo!” “Well, he’s big and angry and dangerous like a rabid Saint Bernard, right?” “Right!” He laughed heartedly a moment longer. “Sorry. You’re just full of surprises, young lady.” “Go figure, old man.” He elbowed me, laughing out loud again. When he calmed down, he took an

’ 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

Waaaaaaaaaaaaaa~ . Drrrrrtt~ ... Drrrrttt~ ... The ground shook violently. An extremely eerie black aura enveloped the entire vast expanse of land. Homemade field, by cutting down all the trees around. And Damien who was standing on the cliff, was staring at the field. From within the shadows, appeared about seven hundred thousand ghouls who were enveloped in an extremely dense black aura. Yep. They had all become Damien's shadow army. However, Damien wouldn't be his name if he was satisfied with just the result.

Zeke turned behind too. Quincy who sat by the sofa shrugged meanwhile she knew that Abi walked into the Catacomb. Something they didn't explain to Abi was that, the catacomb was filled with deadly beasts which used the form of the littered bones to attack and that alone made them immortal. First, the beast were mindless and in a soul form. They only possess vessels knowing as they wouldn't do any harm unless they use a vessel. And the vessel was of the littered bones. So anyone who enters never comes out.

However, he knew he heard him but he didn’t care. Irene smiled but it didn’t reach her eyes and she answered Edward, “yes, ghouls. I have been seeing them a lot in my vision these days. They are innocent souls of humans who died prematurely and their soul cannot have peace because they believed that their lives was ripped out of them. And in a way, they were but she didn’t care, it is her doing after all. They are her army.” “What?” Asher asked in shock.