Ao3 Ghost Novels & Stories

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.

In the moonlight, a woman in a white lace dress was kneeling on the stone steps of the chapel, her face buried in her hands, her shoulders trembling. She had no feet. Below her dress, there was only a swirling black mist. "I see her." Lorenzo let out a low whistle. "Two years ago, Marco put her in the ground right there. Her ashes are buried under the rose bushes behind the chapel." I didn't stop, walking straight toward the chapel. Giovanni froze behind me but didn't dare to call out. As I reached the bottom of the steps, the female ghost's head snapped up. She lunged at me, her face a sickly pale green, her eye sockets empty black pits.

The wound bore deep almost to my bone, it was a cut from a silver blade so it took longer to heal but since no silver particle was left in my blood it was bound to heal entirely eventually but it would heal like a human being cut by a regular blade. "I don't want to believe that you went looking for that girl that left you," Ghost growled at her when she addressed his mate and Luna so commonly. "You will address her with respect even in absentia because she is still your Luna." I told Ava, my eyes already alternated color because Ghost was frustrated at the disappearance of his mate and upset with Ava for easily dissing her. "Well if that what makes you sleep well at night then fine. Live in

I don’t even want to. The floor is hard beneath me, his shirt sliding up higher as his hand works my body like it was always his to command. His breath is heavy against my ear as his fingers circle me with deliberate, torturous slowness, dragging me higher each time I try to hold back. My nails dig into the carpet, my chest heaving. I don’t even try to hide the sounds leaving me now. He’s wrung me out too much, broken me down too far. “You’re shaking again,” Ghost growls, his lips brushing my throat before his teeth nip at my skin. “Every fucking time I touch you, you fall apart faster.”

He drove with purpose, and I, like a phantom shadow, drifted along in his wake. I followed him as he made his rounds in a department store, buying things he had never once considered buying for me. It wasn't hard to see the distinction between love and indifference. My ghostly form seemed to grow heavier with every step, weighted down by the bitterness of seeing the man I had loved so deeply pamper another woman so thoroughly.

In a palace where everyone else either feared my shadow or plotted to steal my throne, Thorne was the only wolf who looked at the King and simply saw his brother-in-arms. I reached up with my gloved fingers, carefully sliding the small hood off Ghost’s head. The white hawk blinked, his amber eyes instantly locking onto the open winter sky before he launched himself upward into the air with a powerful snap of his wings. He soared higher, sweeping circles above the fields. Normally, Ghost was an extension of my own mind, diving, tracking, and returning the exact microsecond my silver whistle sounded across the ridge. Today, my mind was a chaotic mess. Images of Ava’s sweating, pale face, the s

Ghost Great God's voice fell not long ago, and then saw a huge demon in front of the cliff. One head is completely created by the ghost metal, this is the whole Ghost Body Soul Shredder. "Banshee Wraith, do you think you can fuse me?" Ghost Body spent the whole Soul Shredder sneer. "For so many years, you still haven't woken up from daydreaming!"

But your mother's about to die—I know you'll show up. Her words jolted me back to reality. I pressed a hand to my chest, where my heart ached with a dull, numbing pain. How I wished I could tell her myself. That I've been here all along. It's just that... I've been dead for four years.

She reacted to his fiery kiss with equal fervour as he bit her lips, prying his tongue into her mouth. It was a strange phenomenon. Ghosts could not be touched or seen by normal people. But the custom of a ghost marriage binds a couple in such a way, that they can invoke passions in each other as well. Chaerin felt desire, sexual attraction and felt every touch of Joonjae's.

When I turned back around, I noticed a new note pinned to the table. It was the same familiar handwriting, but the strokes seemed to carry a hint of chill this time. "Squanderer." I froze, then started laughing out loud. So this ghost couldn't just cook—she was also a thrifty, budget-conscious woman. I liked that. I immediately grabbed a pen and wrote back, "Sorry, Ivy. I was just joking. From now on, let's stick to regular dishes. I won't bring up such ridiculous things anymore." I made sure to apologize sincerely.