Supernatural Ghoul Novels & Stories

"You will disappear and will never go back so you don't dare die until you grow a soul and I can reincarnate you." We focused our attention on her as she held Gabriel and Raphael by the neck. They have no trace of wounds but you can see the weakness in them as if they have been fighting Syne for years. Is Syne really that powerful? "Wait, what?" Vanna said. "Vampires can grow a soul?" "Anyone can grow a soul," she replied. "Let's settle this Michael," she firmly said. "Just us and let's forget about the vampires. After all, it should only be between us."

Summer's POV She stared at the gruesome faces covered in blood, their mouths open wailing in agony. They moved towards her as she tried to back away. Behind them the devil himself smiled viciously enjoying the look of pure terror on her face. Try as she might she couldn't back any further as they closed in clawing at her while laughing. Waking with a jolt Summer attempted to catch her breath as her heart hammered in her chest. Her whole body shook from the overwhelming fear she was feeling from the same nightmare she had almost every night.

Even if one popped out, I wouldn't be scared. As he pushed with all his strength to pry open the stone coffin lid, he kept laughing to himself. Darius had grown up among outlaws and had heard every crazy ghost story in the book According to legend, if you came across a Blood Ghoul—basically a supercharged, undead monster—in an underground crypt, the best way to deal with it was either with a silver spike dipped in holy water or an old ritual. That ritual involved burning myrrh and mimicking a monk's apology tour.

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.

Azrael released the little girl from her hug and looked her straight in the eyes. “You may have lost your loved ones dear, but always remember they don't want you to be eaten by your own sorrow. Think about those people who were left behind as well like you-- they also want you to move forward in life” Azrael said. The little girl wiped her eyes and tried to get back to her senses. “By the way-” she looked at Azrael with confused eyes. “What is that monster?” she asked. Azrael just smiled at her. “That's a ghoul, it's an evil spirit that harms and eats humans with negative emotions. So, if you feel depressed or angry they will find you and eat you. Just like what happened recently because th

It seems that there have been no negative aftereffects that were seen from her even as she grew up. I realize that ghost hunting is a very tempting adventure for many young people but one also needs to remember that when you hunt for such things, most likely you will be successful. The question is, what will you do if you finally do find an entity such as the one that possessed Gina? Be careful what you ask for... you just might find it. On that note, dear reader, I invite you to come back to the Supernatural Spa so I can tell you more stories that thrill you and even offer you advice about the Paranormal.

Taking shape. And they all watched, none of them doing anything as it morphed into what distinctively resembled a Supernatural form. Two arms, two feet and a torso, but it looked unnatural. A freak of everything Supernatural. “Hale do you see this?” Snow asked a hand on his ear. “I do your highness” he replied. “Hold position” he said removing his finger. The things began to make some noise and then they were in motion. There were moving, towards them.

One left. She turned, her chest heaving, her knuckles bleeding beneath the crumbling stone armor. The third monster had stopped at the edge of the mud trap. It looked at its dead companions, then looked at the human woman standing amidst the gore. It didn't charge. The chaotic purple light in its eyes began to pulse with a blinding, erratic intensity. The veins on its grey scalp bulged, glowing with toxic, unstable mana. This was no mere brawler. This was a Mana-Ghoul—a creature whose internal magic was so volatile and broken that it was essentially a living bomb.

The second he sat down, however, his expression instantly turned slightly unpleasant… Noticing the change in his mood, Juno was prompted to ask, “…What’s wrong, Gerald? Did you manage to gather anything…?” “…Well, for one, those aren’t ordinary people… They belong to the Soul Hunter organization!” whispered Gerald. “The Soul Hunters? That’s them? To think they’d be here as well!” replied the shocked Juno in a hushed voice. Raising a slight brow, Rey then asked, “…Um… Who exactly are the Soul Hunters…?” As the name suggested, the Soul Hunters were an organization that specialized in hunting and killing ghosts and spirits. Naturally, they also possessed special equipment that would help them d

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.