Angelic Ghost Novels & Stories

" Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that. "But you can see ghost duh!” I said with full of sarcasm. "Yep. If it's a real ghost, and are you scared in ghosts? Opps.. you’re a ghoster remember?" And my crazy friend laughed as if she wasn't a ghoster too. "Wow am I the only ghoster here? You too" I muttered to her. "Hmm Aeshe whats the feeling of being ghosted?” she asked me out of nowhere. "Did you see the guys who cry when we are leaving them? And to see a guy crying with just a week of flirting with them it would have been a lot of pain that it caused them to cry like that." I said to her.

That suggests he was unperturbed, by the outcome of the fight just now. His arms were crossed over his chest. He had been observing slyly, with the corner of his eyes, the shocked reaction of the newly acclaimed leader. "What! Do you mean what you're saying!? Are you trying to say that those transparent figures, were actually their ancestral spirits?" The acclaimed leader blurted out. His eyes, knitted to form a questioning frown. "That's not possible! Do you truly think I'm so gullible? let me now tell you, that It is impossible to summon out one's ancestral spirit until that person has achieved at least, the spirit fusion realm.

“I mean, I’m not such a dummy that I think we can smuggle Mischief into hospital, but surely there must be a doctor who deals with supernaturals? You know, like a vet for angels?” Anthony’s look had been cool; for the first time, I’d realized just how ancient he was. “Angels don’t become sick. You may only harm our heads or our hands. We fear little else but fire. What afflicts Mischief cannot be cured like a disease because it’s magical. It’s an attack on the Gateways.”

she said with a gentle smile. "What am I?" "You are an angel, capable of good and evil. Angel's like you are born every hundred years. Your purpose on earth is to bring peace to all. From what I have seen, you seem to be a very pure being, but at the same time there is a darkness swallowing you whole. You must never succumb to your dark side or else you could be the end of all living things" she explained. "An angel?" I asked bewildered. "Yes. That's the reason why your wolf is white, it represents your angel side. You are the only white wolf in the entire world"

How do I know you're not trying to lure me to my death? "YOU'RE A GREAT GOD AND BEINGS RESPECT YOU, YOU CAN QUESTION ANY OF THE REALM OF SPIRITS." Immediately the ghost of terror finished talking Logan and Ariel appeared. "Chris and Isabella" Logan and Ariel whispered amazed. "Logan and Ariel" Chris and Isabella replied. "What's going on here?" Ariel asked staring at the ghost of terror. "Beelzebub what are you doing here?" She directed at the ghost. 'OUR KINGDOM IS UNDER ATTACK BY THE KINGDOM OF THE GHOST MY PRINCESS AND I'M HERE TO CALL ON THE GREAT ONE AS INSTRUCTED BY YOUR FATHER."

Cordelia asked, pacing back and forth in her bedroom. “No I didn’t. I was very busy yesterday. Why?” McKayla asked. “Nothing, it’s nothing. I just thought I saw you.” Cordelia answered. “Wait, McKayla, before you hang up, who am I assigned to now?” “See at 11. Talk to you later Cordelia.” McKayla said. ~IN the Fainting Goat~ Immediately McKayla, dropped the call, Senator Ivan and two hefty men entered into McKayla’s office. “Senator Ivan.” McKayla answered, with her voice cracking. “I didn’t expect to see you this early.” She said.

Ava told her. “Sure thing,” Veronica said, quickly handing Ava’s order to her. Ava spun around on her chair and looked out over the club. It was a Friday night and despite it being early, it was already packed. The rumours that if you were lucky, you could see angels dancing on the dance floor and the clubs special drink, Angel’s bliss, had caused a spike in its popularity. The fact it was said to be owned by the mafia added an extra hint of danger and excitement. When Ava felt relaxed enough and the music got to her, she got of her chair and moved out on the dancefloor. She had become used to dancing in the crowd and she trusted whoever was covering her to keep the men away. Ava let the mus

But few knew he harbored a secret capable of upending the entire arcane world. A burning candle stood before him. Yet the scent it released was strange—eerily similar to the Ghost Candles found in Willowstead. Spirits were drawn to the scent of Ghost Candles. When unable to feed on living souls, they relied on this incense to remain aware. Without it, they would drift into believing they were dead. It was no longer clear whether Sylas was a man or a ghost. He sniffed the candle's fragrance hungrily, as if his very life depended on it.

The ghost kneels beside her, its spectral hands hovering over her still form with an aura of solemnity. “Save her from the pain,” the ghost whispers once more, its voice a haunting refrain that stirs something deep within our souls. Levi, Adrian, Blake, and I exchange a determined glance before closing ranks around Alena's ethereal shape, our love a shield against the unknown forces that threaten to tear her away. “She was pronounced dead but is caught in between realms. Someone or something is hurting her.” The ghost whispers out just as it screams as a hand tears through it. With a collective gasp, we watch in horror as the ghost is torn asunder, its form dissipating into the night like sm

he said shyly, lowering his head, as if not wanting to make eye contact with me when he spoke his name. I was just about ready to tell him it was nice to meet him, but then his name triggered a memory from my childhood of a fairytale story my father told me as a child, about a trio of brother angels that fell from the heavens from above. The first angel’s name was Ariel, with wings as white as snow, and eyes as blue as the sky, and was the bearer of good. The second angel’s name was Michael, who was the middle brother that wanted peace among good and evil but lost his fight to balance the two brothers out. The third angel’s name was no other than Gabriel, who had wings as dark as night, with