Angry Ghosts Novels & Stories

The city silently rebuilt itself, but the faces peeking from the windows were empty, watching with hollow eyes. Vincent roared in defiance. “Then I’ll destroy your world!” The ghost's eyes glinted like blades. “If you do that, you'll only bury her deeper.” Vincent charged forward, his claws gleaming gold. His strike split the ground, creating cracks that revealed red veins beneath the dark surface. The ghost stepped aside effortlessly, remaining calm and unharmed. “You fight out of anger. But anger makes you predictable.” “Better to be angry than chained,” Vincent growled, his voice echoing through the void. “I will break down every wall, every lie, and every hand you lay on her!”

After one thousand eight hundred ghosts appeared, they all attacked Clan Elder and these two Palace Generals at the same time. The two sides of the air force rolled their eyes and fiercely bombarded each other. In the thunderous explosion, one thousand eight hundred ghosts were all blown out by the bombardment, and after flying out for tens of meters, they all suddenly disappeared a little. The Clan Elder wanted to fly over to the other side of Tadhg Walter. At this moment again, Tadhg Walter was blown away by the Clan Elder, who was also the Destroy Ghost Punch, and quickly returned.

Crystal bowed as a sign of respect before walking out on him. "Twerp" Red bellowed as he stood up from his seat and was about walking out. "What did you just call me?" She hurriedly grabbed his hand as she inquired while looking into his eyes. "Get your infected hand off me silly" Red reacted to her actions. "Oh no you didn't just say that!!"Crystal spoke out. "And what if I did Twerp??" he mocked as he stocked out his tongue to her face. Crystal who was angry grabbed his hair and dragged it like she was going to make him hairless.

As I touched the soul, My eyes gleamed and saw a weird black spirit. “It’s the black spirit that I saw recently. “ I mumbled. It touched the innocent spirits that were slowly forgetting their memories. The repenting spirits need to forget everything before they ascend to heavens but looking back to what happened. This evil thing triggered their memories just in one touch and it turned them into ghouls. The painful past that they were trying to forget, they were remembering it all again. “You evil sneaky thing!” I’m slowly panicking and the wrath living inside me is getting stronger.

Adam lamented. “I’m just wondering if maybe we should get him inside and bolt the door. This might not be the safest place for him after all. She’s getting a might closer and some of those zombie spirits look like they’re coming back to life in a not too friendly way.” He studied the spirits who were once so animated but were now acting dazed and confused. A few of them were losing that dazed look. It was being replaced by one of intelligence and… Anger? Hate? He couldn’t tell.

Amanda swiftered to their room. She found Marcy settled waiting for them, she had three plates of food with her. “Either you guys eat with me, or I won’t.” She rolled her eyes and stretched her hair, she meant her words “If we do will you leave us alone? Don’t black mail us ever again.” Angela was furious but happy at the same time. “Owino, did you hear me?” she asked breathlessly, she was ready to start a hassle “Yes I did.” He replied firmly, some doubts could be detected in his voice.

“In a different place again, on the same night as the second group, the third Reds group carried out their ritual. On the sixth night, the spirits of white tigers came in a rage because they were annoyed. The singing of the callers soothes them, and the wailing and sorrow of the Reds touch the souls they are calling. That is how it was, and then the third Reds group had the trust of the spirits to guard half of their essence. “However, the Fangs didn't manage to become stealth like the Reds had. In just one night, the spirits had appeared in the form of black angels. They were angry and refused to help the Fangs and, instead, allowed the essence of the realm of death to enter the souls of th

Or I might just be hallucinating in fear. "Erm...errr....I, I just don't want to become a virgin ghost, that's all. Do you know how vengeful virgin ghosts are? They are like super scary and stuff and they can't stand lovers because they themselves died before doing the deed, you know. I just don't want to be as pitiful as them, not that I pity them or something like that. It's just super sad and I don't want to end up like them." Oh God I was babbling. Please don't kill me! Please don't kill me!

Seras is a walking inferno, green ghost-fire mixing with her normal red. Remy fights like a wolf possessed, claws and dagger and pure refusal to let anything touch me. I’m everywhere at once: Mirror Step through broken reflections, blood-lightning carving trenches in the fresh spring ground, Vinča symbols flaring across my skin for half a second before my healing erases them again. We’re losing. Then the ghosts show up. Al Capone and the boys step out of the steam like they were waiting for the cue. Tommy guns made of moonlight and 1920s wrath.

The howl rose and layered until it became a wall of noise that made my teeth ache. Ethan’s hand tightened on my wrist. The bond flared and his panic lanced through me, quick and sharp. “What now,” he breathed. I moved toward the window and pulled aside the curtain. Figures ran between the shadows with wild silver flickers in their faces. I could see a cluster of wolves gathered by the gate, their eyes flashing that strange new color, their breaths short and forced, their bodies trembling with fever and raw hunger. Beth’s warning came back like a cold wind. This was not a handful of carriers starting to change. This was larger. Much larger.