Abigail Ghost Novels & Stories

I licked my lips, trying to push past the tightness in my throat. It couldn't be true right? “I don’t…” I glanced at Ethan who stared straight ahead hoping for some kind of clarity. Nothing. “I don’t understand. You saw it?” Abigail’s eyes held mine as she affirmed, “Yes.” I swallowed. My mind whirled with my stomach twisting out of place. “What does that even mean?” Khalid stepped forward, his expression uncharacteristically serious. “Abigail has the gift of sight, though the word gift itself is strong seeing as she was cursed with it.“

I paused the video and leaned closer. It wasn’t just the posture. It was the tilt of her head when she processed a question. The brief narrowing of her eyes before answering. The way her jaw tightened when she was irritated but trying to hide it. My chest tightened slowly. “No,” I whispered. “That’s not possible.” I replayed it. Again. And again. By the fourth time, denial wasn’t an option anymore. Abigail hadn’t died like I thought, she just disguised as this woman. The realization sat heavy in my gut. If Abigail was alive and Georgina had her, then Alexander’s situation wasn’t just a setup. It was a trap designed to destroy everything he owned, everything he was, and then profit from the a

Green eyes. The world tilted. Abuelo smiled. “Ah, good. Christian, meet Abigail Davenport—my new caregiver.” And just like that, the ghost from Eclipse had a name.

She wanted the ground to swallow her whole. She grabbed her bag and bolted back toward the main courtyard, her heart pounding like a war drum. No one stopped her. No one said a word in her defense. She found a bench near the east fountain, wrapped around carved stone and the water no longer ran. She sat down, trying to breathe. To be invisible. Then came the click of heels. She looked up. It was the girl who first called her human. Abigail. She is a vampire. She has blade-sharp cheekbones and colder eyes than Kael's. Her red hair glinted like fire in the dying sunlight, and she moved like she was born to be worshiped and feared.

I relaxed into her touch, using it to keep me centered and focused or else I might just destroy the bitch where she stood. “All thirty-one,” she said, crying. Nobody held any sympathy for her though. She was just sad that she got caught. “Abigail used her gift on the families to make them believe their loved ones left on their own accord.” “Take her to the cells, and keep her the fuck away from anyone else down there,” I said to Apollo.

"Asmodeus stepped closer, his gaze never leaving Abigail. 'Now, you face the consequences of your actions,' he said. 'Your power cannot save you from this. Our granddaughter is safe from you, and you are safe from yourself and your fate.'" Abigail laughed, but it was hollow. "You mean to keep me?" "Yes," Asmodeus replied. "Alive." I took a cautious step forward, my eyes locked on Abigail. “I didn’t want this,” I said softly. “I just wanted to stop you.” Abigail's eyes flickered to mine, filled with a mix of anger and shock that she still hadn't recovered from. She stood up and charged at me, trying to grab my neck and choke me, only for her hands and entire body to phase through me.

Kathy's eyebrows furrowed, watching her curiously as Abigail took the jersey, immediately her eyes, turned dark causing Kathy to jump back in complete shock. Abigail remained in this state feeling the jersey with her hand, hissing lowly, as the magic showed her what needed to be seen, "Vampires, " she whispered, her eyes darkening further as she fisted the material, "Ambrogrio-" she gasped dropping the jersey turning to the people around her, with a short gasp, "The girls been taken too." "What the-" Kathy paused taking a breath in, "w-wait,” she gathered composure, “what do you mean taken? T-Taken by who? Vampires?" She spat failing to believe it all.

His eyes were closed and there was no movement around him, just as he spoke no words. Abigail kept repeating the same thing over and over again like she was in a trance. She didn't even notice that she had company. Ivy could tell that her friend wasn't who she thought she was, judging by Abigail's appearance. The last time she saw her, she was neat and presentable but it didn't change her intention to give her an offer she couldn't resist.

What we saw was.. unsettling, but not in any of the hundred ways that had flashed through my mind as they dragged me over here. Luna Abigail was on the ground, sobbing and wailing, surrounded by faces that looked more in shock than I'd ever imagined they could. "NOO! Noooooo!" Abigail wailed desperately, looking up to the sky as though pleading with a higher power, "He can't, it can't be true! Please.. you're wrong!" She broke down into wordless, heavy sobs, clearly wracked with grief.

Suddenly, she jumped to her feet and exclaimed excitedly, "I get it! I finally get it all!" Dominic looked at her flatly. "What do you get?" "Abigail is one of yours... No, she's a ghost you control!"