Angelic Ghost Novels & Stories

10.20 01:54 At this moment, Angel suddenly started telling about how she was been sent here and how such a beautiful place that was her house was being disturbed by the people from there village who would keep on dumping dead bodies on the mountain. She also suddenly started recalling how she was haunted by those ghosts staying there who would be locked to their bodies as they were unable to wander around anywhere and were unable to be reincarnated. As Min Min heard all of this, her heart started beating fiercely while she suddenly lost her consciousness and fell down.

Damascus had pulled his own hand to his chest and rubbed the spot lightly. He wasn’t sure why, but the feeling was more than just a case of static electricity. Damascus looked at Amara and wondered if there was something more to his wingless angel that met the naked eye.

Althea hesitated for a moment, unsure whether she should tell Gavriel what she had been seeing. But given the circumstances, it felt like a sign that she needed to tell him everything. “Angels,” she continued softly. “I can see who has angels around them and who doesn’t. When I woke up, I lost the ability to hear or read minds, but I started seeing angels… and unclean spirits too. Things that aren’t visible to everyone.” She offered him a small, reassuring smile. “I have a powerful angel with me right now, so you don’t need to worry. Aurus will take care of me.”

Mom told us to get ready and had us stand directly next to Grenza. ***** GRANT ‘Deep breaths,’ Ghost murmured as he stretched out in mind. ‘Angel and Athena need us to be ready for anything.’ I followed his advice and then bumped shoulders with my brother. The portal opened and we were the first ones through it. That final flash that I had seen in Angel’s mind had been about this right here. I barely even noticed the carnage all over the room because Angel was right in front of us. She looked at us as if she could not tell if we were really here or not. I popped over to her and caught her body as she passed out.

“Hold up. You followed me here all the way from Langkawi?! Aren’t spirits supposed to stay within the boundary of their domain? How did you take journeying across the ocean? And, and what has this got to do with…” “I am the King of Demons. Vasileios Kara Angelos. I have no set domain. I travel freely and wherever I please. Just now I am not happy being chained to you like a mere pet.” Ma’oz spat the words he so despised. “Kara Angelos…Black Angel?” “So, your grasp of the ancient languages is quite good. Yes. All demons are known as the Fallen Angels. The Black Angels.” He answered proudly. “What do I pay?” She asked again.

“The ghost is here. Please take me away. I have been followed by this ghost wherever I go and I am so afraid. The last time I was with my friend at the basement, the ghost appeared and strangled her to death. I don’t know why he is very angry at the two of you right now. “Angel said while wiping her tears furiously. Her body was shaking with fright. “What! you better not be kidding.” One of the bully men said. “Are you insane, there is no ghost in here? Why would they be here?” the other one said.

“We need to figure out who it is. Fast.” Ayesha agreed. But first— “We need to know everything about the Ghost.” Azrael hesitated. Ayesha narrowed her eyes. “You owe us that much.” He sighed. “Alright. But you’re not going to like it.” They gathered around as he began to speak. And what he told them changed everything. The Ghost’s True Face “The Ghost isn’t one person,” Azrael said. “It’s a system. A network built on secrets, controlled by one entity—but protected by many.”

I forgot to cover the tattoo. Shit. "Li fantasma, The ghost." Giovanni's eyes widened as he switched his gaze back on me. "Where? Who? What?" Angelina let out a small chuckle, "Oh honey. She's a myth. Nobody actually knows her." "It's you, isn't it?" Giovanni said, staring at me along with everyone else. I looked at Ace only to see him giving me the "Im pissed at you" look. Giving me the "I'm pissed at you" look. Im so screwed.

"Huh! I knew it. You're not an angel. Just who the fuck are you, really?" Oh, damn. I didn't even think of that. This girl was sharp. "Fine, I lied to you…" I admitted. "I'm not a real angel. But I'm not a ghost, okay?" I sighed. "I'm a soul. A soul, not a ghost." I put an emphasis on my last sentence. "That's just the same," she answered with her brows furrowed. "No. There's a difference. I'm not a ghost because I'm still alive. I'm not dead…yet."

before he left. "You," I whispered not being able to look at his face. He was covered in blood which I'm sure wasn't his. "This is my job, Andrea. I have to do this," he said taking a few steps towards me. "This isn't the Theo I know," I whispered backing up, "This is a whole entire spawn of Satan." And I was right. With blood dripping from his clothes he looked the part too. He chuckled darkly and for some reason I wasn't scared. "That's where you're wrong," he whispered. My back hit the wall as backed away from him. He leaned closer and whispered, "I am the devil himself."