Angel Ghost Novels & Stories

Ghost is a dark fae, which means he’s greedy, likes death, and likes pretty women with spunk. His short white hair is spiked. Ghost wears a black sleeveless hoodie and black and white checkered jeans with black boots. His eyebrows, nose, and lips are all pierced with gages in both ears. His pointed ears give him away that he is fae. Ghost has all black eyes, much like one would think a demons would be if they were real. Some things are just stories made up of distorted truths. Demons and angels fall into that category. Ghost's pasty white skin almost glows under the glow of the flashing lights.

hell this thing is a giant. " A.. a.. an.. ange.. gelica " the second girl stammered as soon as she saw the beast too . Angelica turn around and she froze as soon as her eyes interlocked with it . "oh my God wendigos " she whispered and my heart leaped up into mouth , did she just say wendigo .

Angel’s POV Ace seemed torn, caught between the darkness that enveloped him and my offer. His voice cracked as he spoke, "But what if I never get better? What if I'm stuck like this forever?" I drew a deep breath, my voice filled with determination. "Ace, I won't pretend to have all the answers, but what I do know is that there are professionals who specialize in helping people like you navigate through this darkness. They have the tools, the knowledge, and the experience to guide you towards a path of healing. We have to believe that there is hope, that there is a chance for you to find peace and happiness once again."

Twisted shapes, moving wrong, their silver eyes burning with chemical light. And at their head, a figure I almost didn't recognize. Bella. But not the Bella I knew. Her body rippled with constant partial shifts, her movements jerky and uncontrolled. "You want to know the best part?" Angela's voice had gone quiet, all pretense stripped away. "He's in their heads. All of them. Like puppets on strings. And when he gives the order..." She swallowed hard. "No one gets out alive." A scream split the night—high, inhuman. Bella's voice, but wrong. Dozens more joined it, a chorus of the damned.

Astra said as she stuck her head from behind the curtain. “That’s just it; no one was there, but I recognize the voice,” Angelica stated as she began to explain. “I have had the same nightmare for years now. I am running in the woods from someone, and I end up in a clearing with a marble mausoleum. The doors open up, and a man is lying inside it a marble coffin wrapped in chains. The chained disappear and the lid slides off. I reach down to touch him and grabs me. He said my name and that I need to free him. Then I wake up. He had fangs; now that I think about it, he may have been a vampire..” “Hold on,” Astra said as she pulled back the shower curtain, fully dressed. She ran to the sitting

“Was she really bewitched?” “Yes, that was what really happened to her.” Angus said, his words dashing me to unwanted amazement. “She was affected by Alpha Thane's spell again.” “Ah!” I raised my voice, shocked and equally disappointed. “Does that mean she won't fight with us?” “Stop this, dear.” Angus returned, bluntly weighing his words. “Is your ghost mother the Moon Goddess? Why do you often feel responsible for your ghost mother?” “She gave birth to me…” I slurred.

He might even think that the means were too despicable and would not deign to stoop so low. Angela was worried over nothing. In some aspects, Jonathan was not a good person. Besides, the current situation was disadvantageous to him. If he could get Giselle away from Chester, he would try anything. Jonathan's voice came over the phone. "How will you help?" Angela replied, "I was born in Velmoria. I can breed spell bugs and cast them on people. "I'm very sorry about what happened with your father. I just loved him too much. I didn't mean to ruin your family—"

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.

She sat up. “Okay. . I have seen those souls and creatures with my own eyes and I do not have anyway to deny it. This is the underworld. That old, wrinkly man is Charon. And you are Hades, the god of hell. But--” she threw her arms in the air, palms up. “I am not Persephone, that just cannot be. I am Angelique. I have been Angelique the moment I was born. I am a mortal. I do not have any power. This is just impossible.”