Abigail Ghost Novels & Stories

“What of it?” “I just… found it an odd thing,” Abigail said reluctantly. “That he was the Van Helsings’ torturer, and…” she gestured to the room. “It appears that you are ours. That is all.” She left before Meguitte could frame a response, escaping Meguitte’s reaction.

Abigail's POV Finally, I turned and faced a thin, ill-looking woman who looked like she had not eaten a proper meal in months. With a shrug, the stranger nodded to the door opposite, letting me know that she lived there, and held her hand out for me to shake, which after a moment I did, although inwardly saying a prayer of thanks that I could not get mortal bugs. "Hi, I'm Abigail; I just moved in; this is Damien," I said, nodding to a rather pissed-off-looking Damien.

In the moonlight, a woman in a white lace dress was kneeling on the stone steps of the chapel, her face buried in her hands, her shoulders trembling. She had no feet. Below her dress, there was only a swirling black mist. "I see her." Lorenzo let out a low whistle. "Two years ago, Marco put her in the ground right there. Her ashes are buried under the rose bushes behind the chapel." I didn't stop, walking straight toward the chapel. Giovanni froze behind me but didn't dare to call out. As I reached the bottom of the steps, the female ghost's head snapped up. She lunged at me, her face a sickly pale green, her eye sockets empty black pits.

“I’m sorry, you just look so beauti—” My lips covered his before he could finish. I kissed him hard, and he returned it. As our lips parted, a certain chill ran down my spine. I stared ahead, just to see Abaddon standing in the crowd. And like a flash, he disappeared. The racing of my heart brought goosebumps to my skin. In seconds, I was on my feet. I had to leave. More so, my legs were beginning to wobble. “Aurelia, can I at least have your number?” the blonde yelled after me, but I kept moving.

Louis staggered backward in disbelief, his face as white as a sheet. I looked at her with disgust. "Who do you think you are, Abigail? You toy with people when you feel like it and discard them just as easily. Do you really think you can get away with whatever you want?" I didn't want to say another word and turned to leave. In my previous life, I must have been blind and foolish to fall for a woman like her. She lunged at me, but the alert security guards held her back. "Connor, please don't go! I… I still have something to give you!" Abigail shouted.

"This is designed to flatten a chest." "Exactly." Charlotte leaned in, her voice a jagged whisper that filled the cavernous office. "The girl from the North isn't a girl. Abigail Reed is a ghost. A lie. Ethan is keeping a man in his bed, dressing him in our sacred silks, and calling him Queen. It’s an abomination. It’s a curse on our bloodline." "If this is true..." The Priest’s hands began to shake. He dropped the cloth. "The gods will demand blood. The North will burn."

Alice began to despair as she got no response from Abby. Abigail sighed a few times, sounding heavy with words. Indeed, there would be many things that she might have to sacrifice if she were to come and meet Gin directly. It could be that the person who had been targeting her eventually discovered the identity of Abigail Genovhia. That was the reason why she hired some detectives to do such crucial things. For her safety, as well as that of the people she cared about. "Prepare whatever we need to meet that brat. Let's see, I'll pinch his ears when we meet," Abby said.

I replied closing the book. “There’s more?” Braxton’s ears perked up. “The story of our creation. Everyone knows that legend.” I told him. “I don’t.” He said as he sat up tilting his head and giving me puppy dog eyes. “Alright.” I laughed. “Legend has it Abigail was once a great leader of a flourishing tribe. She dabbled in dark magic to keep enemies away and the lands bountiful. Abigail and her husband were known to be fair but not to be trifled with. After years of trying they couldn’t conceive and Abigail desperately wanted a child. Without her husband’s knowledge Abigail went out on the night of the blood moon and preformed a spell. Summoning dark spirits and they offered her a deal. A l

Abigail was in the kitchen, I could sense her aura and her scent as I descended down the stairs almost falling because of how drained I was. I made my way to the kitchen stopping by the door, to catch a breath, able to see Abigail busy in the kitchen, probably making breakfast. She was an early bird that was for sure. She suddenly froze and I could tell she had sensed my aura, spinning around in my direction, eyes wide when she saw my state. Abigail was one of the only ones that could see through my glamour, only she and Edwin could in this realm.

Most especially, Abi who had that delicate and attractive beauty. "Hi there, can I speak?" Abi froze. 'Did she find out?' Abigail pulled out a small smile and then walked away with her without anything to spare. And before then, she had found a way to bring back her scent in which she canceled so in case something happens Zeres would come for her. "Hi, am Vanessa are you a new witch?" Abigail slightly laughed. "No, I am not. I might have that look but am not. Actually, am human."