Nameless Ghoulettes Novels & Stories

Like she is in a trance. “This is a hell loop. It is a torture used in the underworld. It will show Bethany her worst fears. To us they are simply images like a movie, but to her she will see, feel, taste and smell them. Like she is living in them.” My eyes widen as Bethany screams at what is happening around us. I watch as her mother is killed and her father. Then I watch as I and Asteria are making love. “Kinky.” Gaia says from the side as she wiggles her eyebrows. I gulp as I watch the images. I feel embarrassed. It’s like watching porn and your mom walking in and catches you jerking off.

A gaping wound tore across his neck, a gruesome wound where a chunk of flesh and artery had been bitten right off. She'd heard of ghouls before, she'd seen some too. Grave stealers, flesh eaters, undead entities, Zombies. So many names, and yet, none of them had struck fear into her until now. Oh Jesus! Her legs had gone weak.

Their smell was suffocating and the noises they made was repulsive. A very faint and low whisper filtered into her ear as he rasped "Ghouls." She did not know much about the amortal world, but in the movies, she remembered them portraying ghouls as monstrous purifying humanoids that preyed on human flesh and corpses, spreading their virus through bites and scratches. The modern name for them was zombie. What were they doing here? She thought this planet was shunned by amortals and every other being? Soon after the ghouls passed, a few minutes later, she heard coherent voices speaking as they drew close.

With fear. “Aria” The warning sent ice through my veins. Then I felt it. Something is awakening deep within the graveyard. Something older than the Forgotten Ones. Older than the Nameless King. Older even than the First Wolf. The dead realities began shaking. Entire ruined universes started collapsing. The Nameless King’s face drained of color. For the first time, genuine terror appeared in his eyes. He looked toward the darkness behind him and whispered a name. A name nobody had ever heard before. A name that made the First Wolf herself recoil in fear. “The Hollow Creator.” The darkness split open. And something inside it opened its eyes.

They were vicious and filled the hearts of other wolf packs with fear. They were worshipped like gods and manipulated other wolves to do their bindings, they formed the association of the underworld, distinguishing the wolves from the humans, it was treacherous to have anything to do with the humans and it could cause a death sentence on anyone caught with a human. Great Lycan Silva was the first Lycan to be born and his birth was to be a salvation to all of the underworld… or not.

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.

Malleteagan’s POV We are slowly but surely advancing down through ill-dimmed, sewer-like channels that separate Oribus from Damnarynth, the next circle of Wengarthria. Now I understand why they call it the way they do. It is a damn labyrinth, although I was told that it got its name from all the damned souls that are built within it. This level of Wengarthria seems like an underworld maze. It is laid out so complexly that it almost reminds of a large underworld ant heap. Ghouls of lost souls loitering around, screeching and beginning for mercy. Arachnoid warriors are protruding and attacking us left, right and centre as we advance through stinky swamp sewage of Damnarynth that reaches my wai

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.

I was able to shout at them my teeth gritting together with the cold. The girl, Cassidy or whoever she was, moved towards my two servants Ana and Marissa, she stood over them as she motioned her hand to them as if she was choking them and I see them in pain coughing hard again and again their face turning blue as blood flowed out of their mouths. I was terrified. I can feel my heart beating so fast, I'm in a panic. I have to snap out of whatever spell or voodoo this is. Hannah? I told myself this cannot be. I must be dreaming. I closed my eyes trying to calm down while telling myself that this is not true this is just a dream. I breathe in and out. It suddenly felt very quiet. I can feel my

Creed felt disgusted just from the glimpse of their hideous appearance. The horde moved with no sense of direction or purpose. They kept crushing and stomping over one another mercilessly. The ground was swarming with mud, blood, and organs. Not only that, but some of them are also devouring and gorging on each other's flesh. An indiscriminate chaos was bubbling among the horde. "Argh! Crap… " Creed muttered with a disgusted squint, "Ghouls!! so many of them…"