12 Ghost Novels & Stories

"Huh?" "They are not ghosts," Havu repeated, correcting Fyn. "They are souls, spirits, if you will. They are entirely different things. Ghosts are wandering things incapable of thought, Spirits, on the other hand, are those whose souls have survived when a being dies and no longer has a physical body in which to live. Ghosts stay in a place, they do not know why they died, they assume they are very much still alive and breathing. Spirits know that they have long run out of time. The reason they are wandering is that of a tie, often emotional, to a loved one. They probably have unfinished business or something they want to tell to those they have left behind."

"Thanks so much." Logan gave the old female some coins before they left and continued their tour. "This is the territory of the Clan of the ghost" he uttered pointing at the huge kingdom before them. "Stop Danny" he commanded and Danny did. "Wow, looks terrifying. Any mortal will shit in his/her pants if they sight this kingdom." "Lol. Nothing is terrifying here. Just vultures, skulls, Red pieces of clothes, spiders, snakes, and rumbling of the sky." "Is that all you see? And who told you there aren't mortals who got phobia for spiders and snakes? Also, do you think it's everyone that can bear the different sounds going on?"

Kendal yelled. "No! All of you think of me as worthless, lazy, useless and mostly an embarrassment! Know what? I'm just so done with all these insult!" Brieanna said and wiped her tears. She look at Kendal one more time and turned her back on them. Kendal chose not to chase her and just give her time to cool down. She worries a lot about Brieanna. After her best friend, Kirby died, she has been this living ghost. Quieter than she was before and more secretive. Kendal sighed as she tries not to get emotional.

Hugo said, turning to Dawn and Valerie, his eyes staying on Dawn. However, the latter didn’t think much of it. Are ghosts really that scary? For a person who has died once and was technically a soul that replaced someone else’s, would she still be afraid of ghosts? At the moment, she was bored. As they were walking, they caught up with Jace’s group. “What is it? Did you see something?” Ashlyn asked. “Yeah.. Look up. Don’t you see a shadow? Look! It has red eyes!” Jace pointed at the second floor as he crouched slightly.

I tried to calm her down. "I think it was villain X, Autumn. I think it was him. It has to be him!" She gave me a firm nod and licked her lips nervously. "Nah, I still think it was Casper. Who is Villain X anyway? The one from the X-files? Aliens are not real though ghosts pretty much are. I saw one when I was a kid, it did not look as cute as Casper but it was a ghost. I am sure of it. They can not get past a salt line you know, so I guess we should have salt in hand just in case the vengeful spirit is—"

Quil happily grabbed and stuffed foods inside his mouth, as if the lifeless look in his eyes while reading a couple of minutes ago was never there. “Naster, what did you find?” “Hmm, all I know is that it is related to numbers. Ten toes, two fingers, and a body separated from the head could possibly be about threatening us with how far they planned to do if we don’t agree to whatever they want from us.” Naster explained as he looked at the almost empty glass of water before him. There is only one-fourth of the water left. He sat there like a statue for a couple of minutes till his face brightened in delight. He rushed towards the pile of books lying on the floor and excitedly showed everyone

Snowshade stood and drew a thick bundle of record-crystals from her enchanted ring. She crossed to Garrick and the others and let them fall from her hand. They struck the floor with a clatter and spread open. Etched across them in glowing script were dense lists of crimes, each one more sickening than the last. "This... what is this..." Garrick picked up one crystal with trembling fingers. A single glance, and his face went deathly pale. "They robbed a wandering mage of his relic, just because the material suited a circlet for Lucian Clegane?"

I drifted along behind him, floating like a restless ghost all the way to the hospital, until I found myself in Alice's ward. There she was, lying on the hospital bed, her face pale and pitiful, as though she were the very picture of tragedy. But looking at her only brought a fresh wave of agony as I thought of my own child—a child fully formed, yet never given the chance to see this world. I glared at Alice and Grayson with a rage so fierce it burned through my spectral being. In that moment, I wished I could transform into a vengeful spirit and drag these two wretched souls to the grave to accompany my child.

Leon panted, scanning the dim corridor as his breath came in uneven bursts. Suddenly, a faint figure emerged out of the shadows—the female ghost. Her face was blurred and indistinct, her presence otherworldly. She didn’t speak but raised a hand that glowed faintly blue, pointing silently in a specific direction. Leon froze, instinctively stepping back half a pace. But time was slipping through his fingers, and hesitation was a luxury he couldn’t afford. Clenching his jaw, he forced himself to follow the ghost’s lead.

Deep within the heart of an ancient and mystical forest, the Red Teary Moon Pack found themselves surrounded by towering trees that seemed to reach up and touch the heavens. The air was thick with a magical energy, and a sense of reverence washed over the pack as they entered this sacred realm. As the pack members walked in silence, a soft glow appeared amidst the trees, and the spirits of their ancestors materialized before them. The spirits were ethereal and radiant, their forms shifting and merging with the surrounding nature. Emily, Liam, Sarah, Rachel, and the others felt a mix of awe and familiarity, for it seemed as though they had known these spirits in some distant memory.