Angry Ghosts Novels & Stories

But they all felt so fucking real. Jesus! The thought of having sex with a ghost made me sick all over. My stomach knotted as a full-blown terror took root. A fever ran down my body and my skin gallop with goose pimples. "Do you see her?" his question brought me back to reality. I nodded slowly. "So those times I see you talking to yourself, it is her you are talking to?" I motioned. "Jesus!" he exclaimed. "You need deliverance with serious prayers oh!"

“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.

My magic hovered at my fingertips, ready to stop time at a moments— “Boo.” A scream ripped itself from me, cracking off the treetops. Damon and Ghost stepped from the shadows like two creeping grim reapers. Damon’s brows vanished into his hair, which hung over his forehead in sweat-damp waves, while Ghost grinned like a cat that got the cream. “Sorry,” he held his hands up. “I couldn’t resist.” “Fuck you.” I panted, then spun around only to find myself half a centimeter away from a distorted shadowy face. “AGH!”

asked Elder Maxim coldly as he looked at Elder Ethan. “What I want to say… is that it’s really simple. From the very beginning, the Land of Ghosts was a cursed place. Even a fighter that is an Agility of level nine wouldn’t be able to get out of this place should they come here. The black magic mist carried within it a terrifying power and the devilish energy here is enough to make even us uncomfortable. So how is it possible for a kid with the level of Agility of level two to enter such a place?” Elder Ethan’s expression became even more sinister as he said all this.

FALLING FOR A GHOST 3 - For Nevaeh is back from the land of the dead with a single purpose; avenge her own death and that of her sister, Heaven. Uche, a good-looking young man in his early twenties, who also happens to be an atheist has been unlucky with women in his previous relationships, he seeks true love and hopes to find it if only it existed.

Her eyes went wide with shock: tiny skeletal remains slipped out. She froze, watching in horror as the bones instantly shattered, turning to a fine dust that vanished before her eyes. Ghouls rushed forward, sickles raised to cleave her. Suddenly, Horan surged between them. He cursed with every ounce of his being, delivering a bone-jarring kick to the face of each attacker. "I don't give a damn about bad deeds in times like these!" he spat. "Jennet, get up!" Horan nudged her leg, his voice sharp with urgency.

Angel is a demon and not a ghost! That's why he keeps on telling me that he's real. He was able to use a face that would not freak me out. But the moment he showed me his real face, I didn't know how to unsee it. The best thing I can do is to just ignore his presence.

he whispered and went outside to find out some angels were out there trying to get some information, a gossip. They suddenly felt embarrassed when he went out from the entrance. But one of the angels came near him. "Is Abu won't come back anymore?" the female angel said, Mira, one of Abu's close friends. "Mira," he said. "Will he come back?" she repeated and he frowned, "I don't know, Mira. But no one could ever go back once an angel or a grim reaper killed a living creature. After he kills the vampire, he will surely die," he explained and Mira frowned. She wished that she was there before he vanished but she knew it couldn't be helped.

With a click, the clasp came undone, and the pendant fell to the floor. In a flash, Zoe’s eyes widened. She grabbed my collar like a madwoman. “Y-You… You didn’t switch fates? You lied to me?!” I looked at her in surprise. “What are you talking about?” Miles suddenly exclaimed, “Ow, Maisie. My neck feels itchy.” He pulled down his collar, exposing his collarbone, and clearly revealed who was actually wearing the demonic fate-swapping lock.

I sighed and prepared to microwave a box of macaroni and cheese. But when I turned around, I spotted a note pressed under something on the table. It was in Nathaniel’s familiar handwriting, though this time, his note held a hint of cold anger. [Wasteful.] I was stunned for a moment before I burst out laughing. This ghost was not just a good cook, but he was also thrifty and responsible. I liked that. I immediately picked up a pen and wrote back. [My bad, Nat. It’s just a joke. Let’s just stick to homemade food from now on. I won’t bring up that extravagant nonsense again, okay?]