Nameless Ghouls Ghost Novels & Stories

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

Every member is a goddamn freak of nature…" "Are we sure these guys are clanless ?" "You gotta be kidding me…those are like thousands of ghouls… how the heck is he still alive?" "Alive….this fucker is living breathing demon!" "Those mindless creatures don't stand a chance… Where did this monster come from? " "He is like a freakin reaper of souls… " "First Phantom and now this party….so clans aren't the only shelters for prodigies…" "He kinda reminds me of the tale of the grim reaper...."

After escorting the young recruits, the deity of 9th space went to the gathering place of the deities. “Oh, number nine!” Everyone was so excited to see the 9th deity. “Hey, I have a name. My name is Maley! Don’t call me number nine!”- The 9th deity always tries to look serious. “OMG! Maley! Are you still annoyed with names?”- the Perian deity said. Maley was about to say something when an old voice resounded: “Maley, Perian, you two just come here, don’t argue!”

The coincidence was just too much to be true. He took another look at the name on the ID card; with his imaginative eyes he slowly turned the name Heaven backwards and it appeared as Nevaeh. He has been sleeping with a ghost he concluded. There was no need to call a prophet to reveal it, even the blind will see and understand this. He needs to drive this thought away, make the pain and fear disappear, he needs to get drunk; so he ran away from the morgue and went to a beer parlour.

“Who we are does not matter, what matters is that the Wolves will die tonight!” Zephyr huffed, produced out his sword, and quickly sprinted towards him. “Ha! Do you not know where you are? I am Ghost! You will not be spared tonight!” he replied. Seeing Zephyr rush over, Ghost steadied himself. “Wolf’s Howl!” Ghost howled, with that the attack started. Even though he looked barbaric and unruly, he was very careful. Seeing how many of his men had been slaughtered, even if he did not know who Zephyr was, he knew he was formidable.

Her eyes went wide with shock: tiny skeletal remains slipped out. She froze, watching in horror as the bones instantly shattered, turning to a fine dust that vanished before her eyes. Ghouls rushed forward, sickles raised to cleave her. Suddenly, Horan surged between them. He cursed with every ounce of his being, delivering a bone-jarring kick to the face of each attacker. "I don't give a damn about bad deeds in times like these!" he spat. "Jennet, get up!" Horan nudged her leg, his voice sharp with urgency.

“It can get in the way at times.” Lily put her hands on her hips and heaved a sigh. “So, friend and mentor of my niece. Are we going to do this?” “Ah, a brave and foolish spirit has entered thy circle. Good. The more the merrier,” the witch cackled. “Oh shut it, Annabelle,” my aunt hissed. “My name be not Annabelle,” the ghost said with indignation. “Annabelle, Lucy Lu, Suzie Q… whatever it is, I’m sure it’s a silly name,” my aunt

Cool! "Okay. I guess you aren't aware that there are four other ghosts around here. There they are." I told her as I pointed to the other entities around the place, and she just shrugged her shoulders in response. "That's why I don't get scared." She said and opened the paper bag that she bought from that Fuller-dude at the convenience store. I noticed she bent down and lit up some candles; then, she placed them on each side of the tombstone before us. And I just noticed the names written on it.

It was a Psychological-Horror landscape—the sanctuary had become a gallery of Elara’s maternal trauma. "Elara, stay back," Kazimir warned, drawing his Glitch-Blade. The flickering edge hissed as it moved through the air, sensing the Corrupted-Code of the ghosts. "The garden is dying, Elara," the ghosts whispered in unison, a hundred different voices creating a Polychromatic Chorus that shook the ground. "The General is gone, but the shards remain. We are the 'Infection' you can never delete." One of the ghosts—the one in the lab coat—walked toward Elara. She didn't have feet; she drifted across the grass, the moss turning to gray ash beneath her. She stopped inches from Elara’s face.

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.