Ao3 Ghost Novels & Stories

"... What?!" Kai sighs as he lets his hair loose from its half bun, scratching the back of his head in frustration. "The gandaruwa ignored me, even when I'm harming it with prayers and mantras. Its sole focus was on you because it noticed your different scent and wanted to make sure. Once it did, it escaped and probably went to tell all the other ghosts, spirits, what have you, in the area to tell them a rare blood appeared, they're now either against each other or working together, who knows, honestly." He recounts, walking over to the kitchenette to pour water for both himself and Irene.

He then spoke, pointing at Ghost, who by the way was still bouncing around in the flowers. Oh crap, I totally forgot about him! I mentally slapped myself, then turned to the side, “Oh my god, Ghost, get back here!” I shouted at the crazed husky. “Ghost?” The guy instantly asked confused. “Yeah, she’s a total Game of Thrones fan,” Kara explained giggling. “Oh...” He mumbled, while I was still looking at Ghost, who was heading towards me, but suddenly stopped in his tracks and started howling like a crazed wolf.

she bowed humbly. Azora smiled “of course they did, it’s dawn now, you should return home, remember never to tell anyone about this or about me.” Carmella shook her head “no ear would hear of my encounter with you.” Azora smiled and snapped her finger, just like that Carmella varnished into thin air. Ghost like looking beings started creeping out of the shadows from behind Azora with their eyes fixed on her, their were three of them. “Are you sure she is the one?” The first ghost asked.

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!"

She put down the picture and ran to the sofa, her eyes sparkling with hope. “Mommy, you’re being lazy again! I’m going back to our old home to get the music box. Then, I can wake you up!” Seeing her determined to leave, I instinctively reached out for an umbrella, wanting to remind her that it was raining outside. Alas, my hand passed right through her body! In that instant, I suddenly remembered—I was dead. I could never protect her like before.

he bellowed pulling Crystal out of her thoughts. He looked at her from head to her toe before smirking . "I guess being filthy is actually your thing, now if you don't mind, I have an important place to be in" he whispered with so much disgust written all over him as he saw her clothes dripping looking wet and water dripping from it. He pushed her to the side , making her fall to the ground and spraining her ankle. "Ouch!" she exclaimed in pains. He paused for a while after taking a step, "You shouldn't have disobeyed me Blondie" he tsk before walking away with his hands in his pocket.

Warmth surged throughout his body as it slowly took on a solid form and he could feel the wetness of the water on his skin. He leant forward from behind her. "Thank you..." he whispered in her ear. At the same time, a gust of cold wind brushed past and fluttered her wet hair in mid-air. She froze at the sudden abnormality and crossed her hands over her exposed chests. Her body trembled when a pair of cold arms appeared out of nowhere and wrapped her slender waist from behind. From the dimmed reflection on the glass, she could vaguely see someone with long hair and a muscular body; smiling at her. Her face turned as white as the white sheet. Is that the female ghost she saw last night?

She replied and talked to the girl in red who was pouting her lips and seeming about to cry. “I miss you, too, Mimi, and I love you, too, so much,” OJ said and attempted to hug her nanny. And I should do what I can to help, so I told the woman the ghost’s message, making her cry more. “Alright, what did you find here, Oj?” I asked the ghost after her emotional moment with Mimi, and she pointed something at the 4r-size picture in my hold.

As the plane took off, I finally exhaled—like something heavy had snapped loose inside me. Phone on airplane mode. Eyes shut. Real sleep, at last. Sleep I'd been chasing for years. Soft music played in my ears, and for once, the past felt far away. "Hedley Hart, you're finally free," I whispered, voice shaking. For years, I'd lived in her orbit. Loved her so hard I disappeared. Even after ninety-nine rejections, I never thought about quitting.

She opened her mouth, and a lullaby began, but the melody cracked and faltered, the notes dissolving into the sound of the surf like tears into the sea. Liora woke with the ghost of the broken lullaby in her ears and a wetness on her own cheeks. She knew, with the certainty of a Scribe, that this was not a monster to be fought. This was a wound that had never been cleaned. A story that had never been finished. At breakfast, she told them about the dream. "A ghost?" Ronan asked, his practical nature wrestling with the supernatural. "An echo," Liora corrected. "Like the ones in the Ashen Wastes. But this one isn't trapped in a battle. She's trapped in her grief."