Best Ghost Adventure Novels & Stories

Gary says as the heavy winds blew his hair, his voice is not clearly audible because of the noisy vehicle down the road. Ghost now has some hard thinking right now, as he moves floating slowly on the air like some wizard, he does not want to leave his friend here and so he comes up with a plan, he starts backing up, his hands still on fire and this makes the other wolves strong again, they can now move easily, they all point their guns at him as they slowly walks towards him to match him out.

I told my girlfriend as I pointed at the topmost part of the wheel. "Oh, okay. You want to make out? I mean, can you make it up there?" She agreed and cleared her throat like she had said nothing controversially agreeable, and I suspiciously stared at her grinning face. "What? Let's go, slowpoke. What are you waiting for?" She let out and held my left hand, then she inhaled deeply and levitated with me. Damn, this is what I love about being a freaky ghost. You can float and feel like you have superpowers. It's indeed a dream come true.

Gabriel called me and said, "Alice, they found a sleeping thousand-year-old zombie in Mt. Ghost Maiden, the same place you visited before. Do you want to take a look?" I was still livestreaming when Gabriel's voice echoed from the receiver. Chaos immediately erupted in the live stream. I hastily ended the live stream and rushed to Mt. Ghost Maiden. There were countless other shamans around. Many senior shamans set up traps around the mountains, hoping to catch the zombie. I snuck into the mountains from the other side and ran into Gabriel. I narrowed my eyes and asked, "Are you going to tell on me again?" Gabriel nonchalantly leaned against a tree while chewing on a long blade of grass. "I d

the bellhop replied, "but if you really want to be topless or whatever on the beach, you can go to Spot Bay on the northeast corner of the island, after the end of road. There's a really nice beach there, Long Beach, and everyone knows that it's a nude beach at the far end where the bluffs begin, but nobody bothers about it because nobody causes any trouble. Now, there are gangs of local young men that hang out there hoping to meet a tourist who might be looking for a bit of excitement, so if you go there, don't be surprised if you're approached." "Thanks," Zach said, handing him a $100 bill. "Hey, thanks!" the bellhop said, his dark face lighting up. "And another thing, sort of a thing that

Then the rider lifted both hands. Not in surrender. With caution. Like someone approaching a wounded animal. Their voice came out distorted through a modulator. “Ghost,” they said softly. Everything inside me stilled. Only three people ever called me that. One was dead—Saint. One should’ve been dead—Shade. And the third… The third was an ally long buried in the dark. A ghost from my old life. The rider reached up and slowly—very slowly—removed their helmet. My breath caught.

“Does your... friend... have any idea of where we should be looking?” At my question, Geo looks away and to a spot right beside me, causing a chill to race down my spine as I understand that the ghost must be there beside me. “He says it is in the burial grounds behind the temple.” Geo says quietly. “But there are boobytraps set up everywhere to stop people from getting near it.” Boobytraps… Were we characters in an action series? Why were things turning into some sci-fi movie? It was mind-blowing, but I guess just the fact we as wolves existed and hid our identities from the humans made it clear that anything was possible.

Marco quickly raised both hands in surrender, "I come in peace and I come with a deal. I have a way to tackle Andrea in order for you to take over Gabriel Accardo's Empire." "And what exactly made you think I'll care about your lousy plan?" She scoffed, piercing him deeper with the knife. "I know what you're thinking about Andrea. But I'm here to tell you not to underestimate her." He informed, causing her to raise an eyebrow in surprise. "What do you mean?" "I don't know if you know her, but there's a famous assassin called Ghost. She's swift and adept in combat skills. Although indisposed at the moment, she'll be back to help Andrea as soon as possible." Marco said with a smile.

“And that is exactly my problem with it. It’s just too good. Too good to be real. All plans like these have hidden lapses. What are the lapses in this one and what are the consequences should we fall in those lapses.” “I would not dare lie to my King,” Elder Obada nodded. “There are lapses here as well. Like I said, it is not a wise decision. It is the only choice we have and that is why we are taking it. If you get to the East safely, you would encounter a lot of challenges there. The Alpha of the Mountain Ghost pack, Joharres is a wild and dangerous man. Rumor has it that he has dabbled into black magic and has episodic fits of madness at times. The road to the North as we all know is over

“Little ghost.” Next: Shatterpoint

“Then we go for the next best thing.” Matteo nodded, already knowing what he meant. “Specter.” Specter was Ghost’s right hand. If anyone knew where Ghost was hiding, it was him. Adrian turned back to Leo. “Forget the number. Focus on Specter. I want his location. Now.” Leo didn’t hesitate. “I will speed up the search.” Adrian leaned back against the seat, his mind racing. Ghost was still ahead, but not for long. When they arrived, the estate was quiet. Too quiet.