Supernatural Ghoul Novels & Stories

Is this why Mary hated all supernaturals? Suddenly my senses were overwhelmed with the strong scent of death, Mary’s scent was intertwined with it. How did she manage out of the entire forest to stumble into a Ghoul’s hunting ground. Ghouls were rare and few. Vampire’s hated losing to the beast within them, we lived the longest out of all the supernatural creatures, with the Fae coming in a close second and couldn’t imagine being stuck in a state where our beast was in control of our every action. Vampires are born with their beast, from the minute our eyes open were taught how to control the monsters inside of us. We were taught to always quench are blood lust and to never let our beasts ta

So far Hal was keeping up. “The North American Ruling Council. They are the North American branch of the supernatural world’s version of the UN. We have a couple of ambassadors as members of this pack. Hence why we run the medical centre for the supernaturals in this region. There are other institutions in other areas. None are as large as this one. Anyway, back to the important stuff. The lich manipulated thousands of disenfranchised supernatural beings to join him. Some went and others he did things with magic to manipulate them. One of those was Gregory’s own brother, Richard Wolversen. Richard is Evan’s brother. That mess is its own story. But Richard died out in BC in an attack on him,

Cyrus chuckled, "I was overseas, Iraq, you know the war on terror. Anyway, we were in the middle of a hot zone when a group of things called Ghuls I Beanban appeared." "What are those?" "Flesh-eating undead, or something like it," Cyrus shook his head, "Thank the god's Boomer brought his flamethrower that day. The Taliban didn't stand a chance the Ghul tore them apart. It was the first time I uncorked the bottle," He raised the phylactery, "Giichi appeared, and the Ghuls knew what it was. They tried to run. The bastards didn't get far." Warren found it hard to keep his eyes open, and he forced himself to stay awake. "So, how should we take down the forest giant?"

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.

Walter rumbled as they all settled their attention on Mantilo. "These claw markings....the scent of bile....the black fluids...." The large Clan Head said at first instead of answering, glancing dispassionately at the damage and claw marks all about the room. "That's is a definite sign that what I had feared all this time is true." He finally began. "These things, these intruders are called Ghouls. I hadn't come across one of their kind in many decades. So when I first spotted the dead moose's and the black slime on the bodies my memory was tickled, but I couldn't exactly put the pieces together until I visited the library and recovered a few scrolls...."

He immediately inspires confidence and security. Henry is almost as tall as Santo, but he is much more slender in build. He has curly blond hair cut short and sky-blue eyes that shine with kindness and gentleness. What's more, Henry is a hopeless romantic who believes that he will find the love of his life at the corner of a street. Henry is an angel of kindness, and Santo is a demon that the Lord has placed on Earth to remind us of the existence of purgatory. And my husband, Elio, is the only person in this world who can control this demon.

He was quickly brought to his senses as he punched me across the face and he used his legs to kick me off of him. He jumped to his feet and he lunged at me as I quickly got up and I dodged his blow at the last second. I then heard something weird overhead. It wasn’t a drone. It was a helicopter this time. I didn’t know what it was, but I couldn’t be distracted. I faced that vampire again and I lunged at him just as I did before, but this time I bailed him up against the wall of a building that we were next to. He was trying to push me away as I was snapping and biting at him.

"I bet lots of supernaturals heal quickly." "So now you're saying you're not human?" She arches an eyebrow at me. "I mean, maybe it's from the spell, the blood magic I did. It advanced my natural healing ability." "What is it you're not telling me?" she asks. As much as I want to share with her, I can't. This is my problem. My Viking ghost. "Nothing. Just feeling a little woozy from everything still. Sorry, I broke your containment circle for the zombie."

I saw Eric as three of the beings tackled him to the ground and I concentrated on them first. “Brenna,” I said as I locked eyes with one of them and I felt the cold dread in my soul. His eyes were lifeless and black, his skin was pale like a corpse that had been dead for some time. His nails were long and he had fangs instead of teeth. ‘Watch out for their bite, that’s how they fight,’ I said in everyone’s heads. ‘What are they?’ Slade asked. ‘Ghouls,’ I said. We were on the attack and I saw the ghouls go down easily but to my utter shock they stood up again after a few minutes of being killed. The only ones that remained dead were the ones I had burned.

“It’s a Ryokan hex.” Kaze said indifferently, “Someone is out to get you. You were planted with a Ghoul Parasite. “The Ghoul Parasite feeds on your blood. It takes two to four weeks for the parasite to fully mature. Once it’s fully grown, you will die. “You would probably have three more days to live if I hadn’t knocked the Ghoul Parasite out of you. “You’re fine now.” Those infected with the Ghoul Parasite would have black undertones under their wrinkles.