Ao3 Ghost Novels & Stories

Hael’s P.O.V. The entire ride back to the clinic, I could hear Arianna’s voice in my head. I met a ghost. A ghost. Ghost. I’d killed more people than I cared to remember. Some I had to search for, traveling across this wasteland of an earth, while others were brought to me. So many left this world at my hands, had their last breath in my vicinity, uttered their pathetic goodbyes for my ears alone, but I had only ever met one ghost.

Leori called upon his courage, rallying his comrades to stand strong against the spectral onslaught. Swinging his sword with unwavering resolve, Leori cleaved through the ghostly apparitions. Robin's arrows whizzed through the air, finding their mark with deadly accuracy. Adonis and Ethan fought back-to-back, their martial prowess a dance of swift strikes and calculated defense. Erica, with her innate connection to the mystical, unleashed a wave of energy that banished the ghosts back into the depths from which they emerged. The air grew thick with tension as they continued their journey. Suddenly, the ground rumbled beneath their feet, and towering ogres emerged from the shadows. These hulk

The ghost kneels beside her, its spectral hands hovering over her still form with an aura of solemnity. “Save her from the pain,” the ghost whispers once more, its voice a haunting refrain that stirs something deep within our souls. Levi, Adrian, Blake, and I exchange a determined glance before closing ranks around Alena's ethereal shape, our love a shield against the unknown forces that threaten to tear her away. “She was pronounced dead but is caught in between realms. Someone or something is hurting her.” The ghost whispers out just as it screams as a hand tears through it. With a collective gasp, we watch in horror as the ghost is torn asunder, its form dissipating into the night like sm

"They aren't frozen soldiers. They’re data-ghosts with physical weight." One of the ghosts stepped out of the light. It moved with a terrifying, unnatural speed, its hand extending into a jagged blade of hard-light. It didn't scream. It just hissed—the sound of a thousand deleted files. Kaelor didn't hesitate. He dived under the ghost’s strike, his knife finding the creature’s throat. There was no blood. Just a spray of blue sparks and the smell of burning plastic. The ghost didn't die; it just flickered, its wound knitting back together instantly.

The note was handwritten in neat, masculine script. You can push me away, Aria. But I’m not going anywhere. Wear this when you’re ready to talk. — G She dropped the note like it burned her fingers. Her hands were shaking again. Not just from fear now. From the chilling realization that no matter how hard she pushed back, Ghost seemed completely unbothered. Like he already knew she would eventually open the door.

They both were watching him. "Why are we discussing that bitch right now? I bet she's long dead." Ghost said, sounding as nonchalant as he could. It was another way to find out if she was really dead too. "No, son. She's not dead." Don Carianno chuckled. "Not yet." Ghost was lowkey ecstatic and he wasn't sure why. It wasn't supposed to matter if she was fucking dead or not. But his heart seemed to have a mind of its own, getting giddy over the news.

His eyes travel from my bare to my chain-marked arms, to the look on my face. “I was going to say something but you were looking pretty focused. Didn’t want to interrupt…….whatever this is.” Ghost’s anger builds again and my claws extended. “What are you doing here” I growled moving towards him slowly. His grin widens, not at all moved by the sight in front of him. “Easy now, Kael. I’m just visiting a friend.” Ghost doesn’t believe him. Neither do I. I can smell Aria’s scent on him……he touched her. Ghost’s voice in my head sharpens to a blade.

‘I was this close to finding the likes of my daughter, finally, I was going to find out what to get her on her birthday but she showed up and ruined everything,’ Owino gazed on the sealing with pain ‘He has already started sneaking on the maid’s room, thinking that I will let him get his way, anyway I didn’t know he was eavesdropping on the girls,’ Melina’s thought.

I think he enjoyed seeing his cum leak down my thighs. We stayed pressed against the wall, panting. For a second, his forehead rested against my shoulder. Then he pulled out, untied me roughly, and stepped back. “Clean up and leave. This shouldn’t have happened. You’re getting too close to him.” Stupid me, I should have gotten used to his attitude but no. I still get hurt whenever he pushes me away. “I know you’re the Ghost, people keep talking about. You don’t have to hide from me.”

"Wait. I need to know. Why did, uhm, whatever, carelessly pick me?" "Go back." The woman wasn't paying her any attention. She kept on plucking cowries and attaching them to her head. "What is he? Oh, don't answer that one. He's a ghost. I know that. Why is he in that state? No, no, why can I see him? Why can l feel his touch, ghosts can't do that, can they? What does he need me for?" The old woman stopped her scaly hands from further movements and stared directly at Geneva through her foggy eyes that obviously saw clearly.