12 Ghost Novels & Stories

The Stain Estate had never been quiet. Shadows lurked in every corner, and the legacy of power that had haunted its walls for generations whispered in the corridors like restless ghosts. But tonight, the silence shattered—not with footsteps or arguments, but with an earth-shattering roar that shook the foundations of the estate itself. In the west wing, two young figures—twins barely past their tenth year—stood trembling, sweat and tears streaking their faces. Their eyes glowed unnaturally, amber and silver flickering with energy they could neither control nor fully comprehend.

“I can count that high. I’ve counted higher.” “When?” I furrow my brow. “When Bronx and Ghost had surgery when the hag attacked him.” “Alright, cool. Go for it.” I shake my head. “Let me know when you hit the ten thousand marks.” Ghost loves to count when he doesn’t have much control of anything else. When our minds have absorbed all the details around us and there’s nothing else for us to do, he counts. I think it’s been years since he’s told me he’s going to do it. The last time was Sin’s attack on the pack when we were waiting for Lenora to come back to the packhouse safe and sound.

He opened and turned pages and finally stopped at a specific page. "Is this what it looked like?" He asked, pointing at a ghostly image on the book page. "Yes. They can't be eliminated, two guards are already dead and their faces were blue.. icy blue. Samuel is attempting to hold them off but I doubt he can," "They are cathas, spirits of the forgotten. They were offended. Someone must have done something to wake them, cathas don't appear unless their resting place was disturbed by someone, and the person is usually from the place they appeared. '' Said Robert.

Going to the closest tree we stood behind, I counted the creatures seeing that there was 13 not 12 as they stood there manipulated by the light. My eyes fell on Astro who was no so lucky number thirteen that was added, moving forward. I saw Venus and Daisy looking weak as a piece of bark ready to ascend. Then I looked down seeing that there were no feet,correct they were— floating. I pointed down to the ground showing Hades and Daisy their mouths opened at loss of knowing that they weren't bodies— they were spirits.

Snow started falling—hard and fast. I stood there on the curb, freezing, shaking. Three hours in, my phone died. Sonia never came. Before the screen went black, one last thing flashed—Pierre's post. A selfie. Him and Sonia in front of some car, her face turned halfway. Caption: [Under the same snow, our hair turns white. Close enough to growing old together, right?] In the dead glass, my reflection stared back—smiling. Not bitter. Just done. The hundredth promise, traded for a concert and a boy toy.

Tasha was devastated about the reality of her being a ghost. She thought she was dead, she had dreams. Even if she acted like a slut whose only interests were parties and getting boys hard for fun. She wanted to be a doctor, just to save lives. But everything was never gonna happen for her, and she thought everything had ended for her.

Me… Me… I. “Come on Abby. You can't lie there all day,” Ashley said as she stroked my hair. “We need to get ready for the funeral.” I didn't forget that Kelvin and Tiffany were to be buried by noon. But I lay on the couch and covered myself with a blanket, hoping that if I didn't go to the funeral, they might somehow come back to life. But as I saw Ashley in my black gown and dark shades, I remembered that Tiffany was her best friend. I wasn't the only one who lost someone on the blood moon. Tiffany and Kelvin’s deaths affected too many people.

Carson shushed us. A strange breeze rushed across the hallway killing the torchlights, then from the pools of blackness left in the wake of the snuffed-out torches, emerged a long, wavy thing. Isis held my hand and squeezed it, and I huffed. My eyes blinked rapidly when a second phantom followed. They whipped about, as if they were some massive antennae, trying to find a signal. "It's Ok. They are just ghost children playing," Carson whispered. "The mansion looks different," Lance uttered as he ran his fingers over the oozing walls. Something like puss or sap was leaking from the creases.

The twin with the flower ornaments in her hair came up to me. Finally someone other than Noe spoke, from earlier Noe's fierce voice continued. "Uh can't," I said. "Don't worry, there are no red blood cells in my body," Hah, they really read my mind!? "Really no blood? Zombies?" "Zombies have blood hahaha." Short hair twins patted my arm. "That's right, then?" "Don't worry, Nay it's a plant spirit." Short hair again, while using ice magic to untangle my hands.

Gian, knowing her from head to toe, squeezed her hand and asked. “Did someone notice?” “A kid.” Akira nodded. “I’ll tend to him later. All Soul’s Day first.” “I’m curious… how many do you see?” Gian poked, looking around as if he had the same gift as Akira. She scanned the area and tried not to let anybody notice but her partner. Truth be told, Akira found them too many to count, so she just gave a vague estimate. “Like… thirty, give or take,” Akira spoke in a small voice as to not alert any spirits – or “strays” as she likes to call them – of what she was capable of.