Angry Ghosts Novels & Stories

"You don’t have to be. I was angry at first, then scared and now, I am just… empty." "I am very familiar with the feeling." I said as I looked at him, my voice quiet. "How did you stop being angry?" I asked because I have not been able to shake off my anger, I am still very much mad about my situation, about life, about all the things I can't do because I am a ghost, about the hurt my mom is going through because of me, and about a thousand more things, I am so angry all the time.

“I can't sense her presence but I cannot see her.” “I understand.” I replied. “I am the only one who can really see her.” “What did your ghost mother tell you she has come here to do?” Angus asked, blinking his eyes to avoid falling asleep again. “Is her mission that urgent or necessary?” “Lets hear from her.” I said. “Only you can do that too.” Angus returned, smiling at me. “You are free.” “I'm here to join both of you in the fight.” My ghost mother continued after some minutes of her silence. “I don't know why Angus doesn't want to see me anyways.”

He gives me a puzzled angry look like I just upset him that I freed away from his touch. “No thank you,” I say like a weak little mouse about to be something’s prey. He becomes even angrier by my rejection, he bends down to meet my eyes and yells “What the fuck did you just say?! Did you just..?” he gets cut off by the man still standing against the wall. “That’s enough Ghost,” the man says in a monotone way, and now that I know that’s Ghost I’m even more frightened because he’s one of the big shots here and I just pissed him off.

He barks in my mind. I growl back at him. “You’re not making any damn sense and you’re killing the mood, bro. Go lay down or something.” Ghost gnashes his teeth at me and paces until he finally moves to the back of my mind. He’s still so angry about Lenora having another shewolf’s scent on her it’s making me angry. I swallow back the feeling and focus on my mate. “I told him to back off for now.” “That sounds like a good idea… for now… You know, maybe if I smell myself, he’ll snap out of his mood.” Her mood lightens despite Ghost’s outburst.

I came to Vane Capital to destroy the man who murdered my father’s legacy. But I didn't expect to be caught mid-hack by Julian Vane himself. ​Now, I’m his 'Golden Captive'—blackmailed into a deadly game of corporate espionage. Locked in his penthouse, I’m forced to work inches away from the man I swore to ruin. But as bullets fly and the real traitor emerges from the shadows, I realize that Julian isn't the monster I memorized. He’s a victim of the same conspiracy that crushed my family. ​In a world of blood and binary, the line between revenge and desire is razor-thin. I was the 'Ghost' in his machine, but now, I’m the only one who can keep us both alive. The hunt is on, and this time, we

Marcus and Jax, leading the vanguard of the Ghost Army, stood before the final obstacle. The Gates of the Archangels. They were massive, towering doors made of solid, blazing white light, guarded by two Archangels—the ultimate raid bosses of the Sanctum. They were terrifying, eight-winged entities wielding weapons of pure deletion code. "We are at the Core doors, Wraith!" Marcus bellowed over the dual-reality comms, his voice tight with exhaustion. "We cannot breach! The Archangels are immune to physical and magical damage! They have a specialized mechanic!"

This is driving me crazy ~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~ “He literally called me a ghost” I complain to Dan

“Sir, are you all going to stay?” Zayne and Josephine hugged each other in shock. “Ah, ghosts. There are surely a lot of vengeful spirits in here.” “Big Brother, let’s go somewhere else.” Zayne was scared sh*tless. Jay chided him, “Be a man. My darling Angel’s not even scared even though she’s a woman, so what are you being so afraid for?” Zayne looked at Angeline who was unusually silent and said, “Eh, I think your darling Angel must have been shocked so much that she can’t even speak now.”

The nightmares did not stop. Every night, the ghosts came. My mother, her face twisted into a mask of shadow, her voice accusing. Kaelen, his eyes black, his hands reaching for my throat, his fingers cold. Lorna, her white hair wild, her crown of thorns dripping blood that sizzled where it touched the floor. Marcus, laughing, always laughing, his black eyes watching me from the corners of my dreams, his voice whispering that I would never be free.

The color drained from Layon’s face as he suddenly remembered Angel’s mother and how she had taken her own life shortly after her husband was banished, leaving Angel alone in the Alpha pack. “Shit, Angel, I’m…”he began to apologize again only to break off when Angem’s head suddenly whipped up. It appeared she had reached the end of her tether. Her charcoal eyes had turned to amber, glowing angrily even as she curled back her lips to reveal that her fangs were now protruding from her gums. “Just go!” she snarled at him, her claws scraping the box she was holding once more. An instant later she shook her head as if shaking off her wolf and all returned to normal, though her voice was still men