Abigail Ghost Novels & Stories

I adjusted my cloak. “I am no longer Lady Abigail of House MacMayer. That girl? She died.” Lightning flickered across my wrist—just enough to remind them of exactly who they were dealing with. “I am Abby. I am the unbothered, unhinged, possibly divine villainess of your worst nightmares. And you?” I smirked. “You’re just another footnote in my glow-up saga.” Alana sniffled. Algebra looked like he wanted to faint. Father opened his mouth again—

Abigail sighed for the umpteenth time in ten minutes. With a loud groan, she dropped on her bed, bouncing a little as her hooded gaze swept around the room. "God! This place is worse than a darned tomb!" She mumbled under her breath, sliding a suspicious gaze at the door. She didn't trust anyone in this mansion and they all avoided her like a plague—including Caleb. Since her unannounced arrival in the mansion, Caleb had disappeared. There was simply no other word for it.

The water rushed up from below and poured out from her palms in an endless cycle. Abigail and her parents were ushering the guests at the entrance. When they saw Ricky and Alice, Abigail's eyes sparkled as she walked up to them with a smile. Her makeup was soft and elegant, and she was wearing a plain white gown that brought out her enticing curves. The hem of her skirt would move as she walk, and she looked like a blooming flower on a lake with her graceful walk. However, she only saw Ricky and Alice in her anticipation-filled gaze. She started to panic as she subconsciously held her mother's hand tighter.

She died betrayed by her blood. She returned with the blessings of the moon goddess. Abigail was born to be a Guardian, chosen by the Moon Goddess, destined to protect the fragile balance between humans and werewolves. Instead, she became a sacrifice by her own people. Her family worshipped adopted daughter over her. Her talent was stolen. Her love was betrayed. Her body was used, her name ruined, her entire existence was wiped out, when she was murdered by the sister she once called family. But the Moon Goddess did not abandon her chosen. Reborn one month before her forced marriage, Abigail returns colder, sharper, and unbreakable. This time, she does not fight

Celia let out, stepping a little forward, her focus flicked towards Felix for the briefest second before darting away back to her teammates. *Help me* Another voice reverberated... As wide-eyed as they were, shivers after shivers kept coming making them tremble. This was one of the most engaging conversations with the entity for them. The spirit of the dead mother was trying to convey her emotions through the EVP. It was confirmed. They knew that they were not alone. Apart from the people using this bridge for traveling, there was someone else who remained here. Watching every activity from the depths of the darkness. The spirit of the dead mother still lingered here. And it seemed like they

Georgia asked irritatingly, probably from our little fight just now. " Who are you?!, " The lady mimicked Georgia using a not so good british accent. Then I recognized her. Abiola. " Didn't I tell you I don't want to see your face again!" I bellowed angrily. " Didn't I tell you I dont want to see your face again, " She mimicked me, " How would I know you're here, when you dropped me off in the middle of the road and sped away? " She was right tho. But still. She walked away and I just watched her. Something stirred inside me.

Zach asked her and she gave a pause before she shook her head. Maisie's heart went flying in her chest when she saw Zach and when he called her name she thought he remembers her. But his next question dashed her hope, he didn't remember her. He must have remembered something but it wasn't the full story. If she told him: * yes I do know you we met while you were a ghost and I fell in love with you only for you to not love me in return. *

Abigail's p. O. V; I'm Abigail Hopper, and I don't have a mother, raised by my father. I have an aunt and a cousin named Cleo. Got bullied in middle school for bad mouthing against werewolves. New transfer student to Westchester high. This is what everyone knows about me so far. but there's another identity for me which no one knows except me.

Nobody cared about the wedding anymore. The guests scattered in every direction. Abigail violently tore off the long train of her wedding gown and rushed outside like a madwoman, ignoring everyone trying to stop her. Mom's legs threatened to give out, but she still stumbled after Abigail. The two of them ran all the way toward the cold and silent morgue. A chill seeped through the gap beneath the morgue door, heavy and suffocating. The air was cold enough to make breathing difficult, thick with the smell of disinfectant mixed with decay.

Recognition slowly crept over his face. “Nathan?” He lowered his weapon. “We thought… we thought you died in the southern sector. What is this… machine? And who are these people?” “These are my companions,” Abigail stepped beside him. Her appearance stunned the guards. Her hair was tangled, her clothes torn, but her posture—and that strange, alien aura shrouding her—silenced every murmur. She no longer looked human. But something more. “No time for small talk!” I yelled from behind, as Sadira’s body jerked weakly in my arms. “We need a healer! Now! The girl is dying!”