Ao3 Ghost Novels & Stories

Third-Person POV The vicious comments online terrified Grace. She stayed locked inside for days before finally running to Richard in tears. "Everyone online is attacking me. Some people are even threatening to kill me. I'm scared." She threw herself into his arms, sobbing. "Maybe this is God's punishment. Why did you slander Chloe online?" Grace went still. Instead of comfort, he'd accused her coldly. "No, that's not true. I didn't slander her. David said Chloe didn't like him..."

Then he faced the door, and walked away. I got up, supporting myself with the edge of my bed, one of my hands stretched towards Joey's direction, beckoning him to return back to me and not to leave me, but he didn't care to listen. Suddenly, I felt a very sharp pain in my lower abdomen, I gasped for breath as hot liquid shot through my stomach, painfully, and when I looked down, I screamed at the sight of my own blood pouring out, soaking my white cotton gown which was now floating in my own gore.

Tasha was devastated about the reality of her being a ghost. She thought she was dead, she had dreams. Even if she acted like a slut whose only interests were parties and getting boys hard for fun. She wanted to be a doctor, just to save lives. But everything was never gonna happen for her, and she thought everything had ended for her.

"C'mon troublesome ghost, let's be going. Get off me and put on your clothes." Ariel stood up begrudgingly at his insistent tap and glared at him for disrupting her sleep. "You couldn't even touch me last night," she muttered. "What did you just say?" Chris raised a brow. "You heard me, Chris, I was so cold and you couldn't even rub my ass or touch my boobs." "You're a ghost and I can't have sex with a ghost." Chris lied, using that to free himself from further nagging. How would he sleep with her when she's not his lover? That's impossible.

A loud gasp escaped my lips when I saw it. It was a ghost. A teenage girl who looked no older than fifteen. She had wavy blonde hair and dull green eyes. There was a horrible wound on her chest. Someone had ripped her heart out of her chest. Now, her chest was more or less, a gaping hole. Tears pricked my eyes at the sight of the girl. I'm a necromancer and it's normal for me to be able to see ghosts and spirits but it's been quite a while since I saw one.

' I mulled over the line, "Seek the partner in her play, who walks in shadows and shuns the day." A sigh escaped my lips. The description fit the enigmatic figure known as 'Ghost,' He had something to do with Aurora, the reason behind his frequent visits to Aurora's grave. Only her brother seemed to fit into such a description. But if Aurora's brother desired Blaise's downfall, why involve Aurora herself? From Blaise's earlier narrative, he and Aurora had been so much in love. Was her affection also a mere façade? My gaze returned to the journal, as I continued to decipher the rest of the puzzling poem.

I step back, wiping the blood from my hands as I stare at what’s left of him—a mangled, broken shell of a man who refused to give me anything. Maybe he didn’t know. Maybe Ghost never told him why he keeps crossing the line, why he’s obsessed with me. I mean, it’s not like Ghost would admit to his family that he’s gay—or that his obsession isn’t about power or business at all. It’s about me. And now, it’s my move.

The word fell heavy. “You cannot keep it,” the ghost continued. “Not with what you are becoming, not with the Void listening.” Lyra’s shoulders shook. “She stays,” I said. “We leave together.” The ghost shook her head. “Only one of those things is possible.” I felt Lyra’s panic surge through the bond, sharp and suffocating. “She’s my mate,” I snarled. “My Queen.” “And my daughter,” the ghost replied softly. “Before she was anything else.”

Skyler screeched to a halt, her face pale in terror. "Nom… Young girls taste the best." Ghost was licking the blood off his lips as he threw the corpse he had been holding with just one hand and grinned viciously. It was a girl just around seventeen, her expression frozen eternally in death after Ghost chewed through her throat. Seeing that she was not getting away, Skyler decided to talk and try to buy time. "Don't you see?! The power of the spiritron vein has consumed you!" That only left Ghost glowering. "And that's because your boss Torrent pushed me this far!"

Apart from the fact that I taught her how to feel pleasure, I took her off Julian and Hoff's hands! How could Ghost keep bending over? It was pathetic, and that's why he's so weak without me! I finally heard what I needed to, that soon I would be free, without this necklace to help Ghost control me, I would be able to fight! Surely Ayla would be mine again! "You're funny." I heard Ghost's voice, and then I saw him standing in front of me, his body shaped in the form of a wolf, his white hair with transparent strands at the ends, giving him a spectral look. "Do you really think you can beat Soren and Victor?"