Novel & Cerita Nameless Ghoulettes

She nodded, her trust in me unwavering even in the face of unknown danger. The ghouls materialised from the shadows, their forms ghastly, a grotesque mockery of the living. Their eyes, devoid of soul, fixed upon us with hunger and malice. I positioned myself between Bethany and the beasts, my body ready to protect, to fight, to sacrifice.

He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me. "I read it in this book , there is a certain theory which say that people might have ghost clones, these clones looks and dresses exactly like the original you and they can do anything you can do. Sometimes if you are lucky you can have a good clone but if you are unlucky you are likely to have a bad and evil clone , which means you are unlucky because yours is evil" he explained. His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories.

Ghost doesn't exist and evil spirits obviously doesn't exist either. ******

“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

The battle was about to begin. From the shadows, they emerged – creatures born of nightmare, twisted parodies of nature itself. They were grotesque, their bodies a horrifying fusion of flesh and shadow, their movements jerky and unnatural. Some were vaguely humanoid, their limbs elongated and twisted, their skin a sickly, pallid green. Others were more monstrous, hulking behemoths with razor-sharp claws and teeth that dripped with a viscous, black ichor. They were the remnants of the ancient entity’s corruption, its failed creations, driven by a mindless rage and a thirst for destruction.

They were midway across the path, in front of a cemetery when suddenly graves started opening. "What is going on?" Isabella asked, clutching onto Chris tightly. Chris was suddenly sweating so furiously but Ariel was cool and her face was blank and devoid of any emotions. They stood there watching six tombs open and six scary-looking ghosts walked out. Isabella was already whitish in appearance knowing who they are. Chris's hairs were all up and his eyes green, his normal sight nature. "GREETINGS TO THE SPECIAL ONE." One of them muttered. "GREETINGS TO THE LITTLE GODDESS." Another muttered.

And he secretly just wanted to leave the room. "They are called Ghouls." Everyone's attention shifted towards the large Shifter as he said this. "What..?" Ezekiel asked and once more Mantilo spoke a name that literally made Brandon want to gag. "Ghouls....." Mantilo supplied once more. "I believe that is the long forgotten name for these monstrosities that have intruded on our lands." Mantilo growled as he walked further into the room stepping casually over the shattered chair blocking the door way. "Over the last few days, I've dug through a few of the minds of the men in the villages, and then I did some research on my own in the library."

Enough of the long story,my name is Natasha Gabriel, I'm 18 and very pretty with a body to die for. Back to the situation on ground,I dragged the only belonging I have managed to get although my 18 years on earth. I dragged them through the lone road leading to my work place,a restaurant where I worked as a waitress. I just hope Miss Lauretta let me pass the night.Today is gonna be a long night.... . .

The stench of rot hit me as ghouls wormed up out of the earth, their twisted bodies overflowing over mine. Claws dug deep into my flesh, their teeth snapping against my throat. I thrashed, a half-shift tearing my skin as bristles of fur came through, but the roots coiled tighter, crushing bone and my breath. My wolf roared, but the power faltered. I had no strength or fight. The ghouls' faces pressed up against my own, vacant eyes shining, their jaws wide open to devour me whole— And then a cry pierced the darkness. It didn’t sound human. Neither did it sound like that of a wolf either.

Greystone, King's uncle, understood the old ways and secretly taught an emerging group of young men to fight their pacifist ways, King among them. When the hellhounds began destroying the human world, Greystone and his trained Warriors came to the rescue. Hellhounds are our name for these undead creatures that look like hounds from hell. Scientists genetically modified formaldehyde, or more precisely modified a protein within the formaldehyde, and started the chemical reaction that took our dead, melded their bodies into four-legged, hunched creatures with poisonous claws that tunnel through mountains of dirt and razor-sharp teeth with a toxic saliva that kills humans.