روايات وقصص ضمن Nameless Ghoulettes

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…"

A ghoul—a smoky, semi-corporeal horror with glowing red eyes and clawed hands—materialized from the shadows and slammed into him. He grunted in pain as his back connected hard with the carriage, the breath knocked from his lungs. The cube clattered to the ground but continued its ominous pulse. The ghoul, joined by a second, shambled toward him. The mayor, witnessing this, screamed, and the few townsfolk nearby scattered.

Hair, long and filthy, braided so tight it made their faces even more horrifying. From their ears hung thick black hoops. From their wrists and ankles, blue bracelets with gold incriptions glowed faintly. Adem’s voice shook. “What the hell are those things—” “Ghouls,” Aziz spat. “Cursed forever for eating human flesh. Don’t wait. Kill them before they reach you!” “They don’t actually… eat people?.” I said in disbelief. I waited for someone to correct me. When no body did, my stomach dropped.

*Nameless POV* “This is not sparkling enough, you worthless piece of trash!” Beta Diana yells while her little princess giggles. A slap on my face, a kick on my ribs and a spat on my face, I block her words and continue scrubbing the corridor. There is a much more inferior position in the Ruber pack than that of an Omega. It’s reserved for those not worthy of anything. Yes, that’s me, the nameless girl. No rights, no roots, no identity, not even worthy of a name. No one knows where I came from, if they do, they don’t talk about it.

That was why it was called Auxilia Guesthouse and café; Auxilia was greek for ‘help’ or ‘safety granted’. The Others were the ghouls who eat humans every day, sometimes just because they were bored. They even crossed over to ghoul kind. The more fresh and alive a human is during consumption, the more powerful and strong a ghoul becomes. The Others were the most powerful and unstable ghouls.

“He didn’t happen to be telling you about another demon, did he? Somebody more powerful than he?” I thought. “He was telling me to ask about someone called the Tip-Toe Shadow. Do you know who he is?” His long ear flopped in irritation. “How am I supposed to know? You humans and your silly names. That isn’t important. What’s important is that he was obviously betraying one of the Others.” This had my attention. “The Others?” He growled. “The Others, the Builders, the Elders. Older than time, creators of all of us. You can’t betray the Others. It’s . . . ”

Their original purpose is necromancy, to revive the dead. The wizards are trying to break through nature. The mystery of death. They tried to experiment with thousands of corpses for years. When no result, they dispose of the corpse and buried underground. But during the non-stop study of necromancy, the dead bodies rose from the dead with monstrous faces and abilities. It resulted in negative effects and now, after the Celestial Beasts, the Netherworld is facing nightmares. The ghouls will only attack at night. They are fast, strong, dangerous, and hideous. Whoever can have a close encounter with them will no longer be able to telltale.

Cassandra nodded hastily, and they began to walk to the area where the scream seemed to originate. Cassandra wanted to vomit at the sight of the dead body in front of her. It was a girl of their age, and her body was sliced open. She had missing organs, heart, and even eyes. The girl also has a missing leg and was murdered brutally. "Holy moly! What kind of monster would do this to a girl?" Cassandra asked. Sebastian looked around and spoke. "Ghouls."

“When your dad was listing the things he didn’t want… what did he mean by… ‘no fucking cowbell’?” For the first time since the attack, Jo found herself laughing. She’d let that slip by her, but Zane was right. He had said that. “Well, when Elliott died, apparently, Hannah decided his funeral should be a little different than the norm. Apparently, the funeral started with the song, ‘Don’t Fear the Reaper,’ by Blue Oyster Cult.” She remembered how her mom would always laugh when she told that story. Thinking of Hannah, a Guardian and the second in command of all of the Guardians made her wonder where the hell the woman was. She’d thought all along that Hannah was with Jamie--but she hadn’t bee

He simply stopped at that distance, as though he was giving her the choice to step back. Or remain. The choice, however, felt like an illusion now. Because she did not move. And neither did he. The silence that followed was no longer empty. It was dense. Full. Almost unbearable in its stillness. Meera’s pulse had begun to feel louder than the rain outside, louder than reason, louder than anything she could use to ground herself properly. And then, very quietly, Rudra said her name. Only her name. Nothing more. But the way he said it did not feel like speech.