Supernatural Ghoul 소설 & 이야기

I looked through the window of his eyes, wondering what was wrong. “Ghouls!” Came the sturdy voice of Kir. “They are here and in large numbers. I can smell them!” He explained, and every atom of peace left me. Ghouls were bad news, and Ithra lay asleep on Kir’s back, totally undisturbed. They were dead spirits that escaped the underworld, roaming through the dark forest and sniffling souls from every living thing they sensed. Thankfully, as a werewolf, we learned to mask our scent using the earth, and Kir was ready to do that. Except that Ithra was still asleep and in harm's way.

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.

"Listen, I can not explain over the phone so please hurry up and get over here." I'm still registering what she's just said. So the redhead demon goes by the name Sarrtina, huh. "Heaven, are you still there?" I clear my throat before speaking. "Yes yes, I'm still here. And I'm coming over." I say before hanging up. I can't say I'm surprised or shocked by the new information I have just learned, after all if a demon is not after me, it's not really a normal day in my life.

"I've told you that the probability of a human being able to turn into a vampire is only about fifteen percent. If the transformation fails, humans who fail to turn into a vampire, despite having vampire's venom in their bodies will turn into an undead figure that will prey on anything they see. We call them as Ghoul." Hearing Damien's explanation made everyone feel goosebumps. Alexis who was still curious again threw a question at Damien. "If we get bitten, will we turn out to be like them?" "Ghouls are different from zombies. They only eat their prey until there is nothing left. Also, they are undead, so they won't die even if they eat nothing until they are killed," Damien explained which

"King Albert" A ghoul, a malevolent creature known for desecrating graves and consuming the deceased, is one of my most loyal servants. This creature is a pure-blooded vampire. He kneels before me, and I find myself curious about his intentions. I take a sip of my wine and inquire, "What is it that you seek, ghoul?" "Your blessing, Your Highness," he replies. "I wish to join the vampires in their quest to locate your illegitimate son, in hopes of receiving power from you."

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.

The creature resembled neither a human nor a ghost. The Violet Rain Bird’s expression turned grim, its massive body trembling. “Be careful, Master Adrian. This is a Human Ghoul.” A Human Ghoul was a humanoid monster classified as a type of daemonic beast. Its sharp fangs and black eyes presented a truly frightening sight. As the creature growled, Adrian's gaze turned icy. “You really think you’re something?” He charged at the beast.

The last thing she heard was a smooth familiar voice yell; “Enough! She’s staying." data-p-id=7e9013ab2d2276816a3fc59976f040a9,Blood. More blood. Screaming. Blood. Screaming. Pain. Ghoul. Blood. Mum. Dad. Flesh. Human flesh. Blood. Ghoul. Pain. Dead. Both dead. Blood. Ghoul . . . Blaise.

He nodded slowly, then laid the tile down next to the others. I looked at it. My unease grew, because it looked like a bullfrog crossed with a man. Oddly enough, it looked like . . . The creature from the Black Lagoon. “The ‘Other’ is Chiao, the Water Demon. According to legend he capsized boats, devoured men, and ravished women. He was . . . different from the Sacred Four.” I cleared my suddenly dry and tight throat. “How?” Mr. Trung tipped his head. “The Four exact a price for attempting to reach the Gateway, but they are sacred, honorable, bearing your essence away to be judged accordingly. Chiao is an Abomination. It consumes your very essence, making you part of it for all eternity.”

‘Those who encountered the beast, come to me.’ Hearing the beautiful lustrous voice, the soul of the young man drifted out from its earthly macabre looking body. Eyes pecked out by crows, intestines laying on the ground, soiled and eaten by foxes, wild animals. ‘Come to me, come to me.’ The beautiful voice sang. The light blue soul turned dark. The sins, the transgressions and the wickedness the soul had endured overruled its purity. Turning it into a ghoul.