Cat Named Ghost Novels & Stories

With a click, the clasp came undone, and the pendant fell to the floor. In a flash, Zoe’s eyes widened. She grabbed my collar like a madwoman. “Y-You… You didn’t switch fates? You lied to me?!” I looked at her in surprise. “What are you talking about?” Miles suddenly exclaimed, “Ow, Maisie. My neck feels itchy.” He pulled down his collar, exposing his collarbone, and clearly revealed who was actually wearing the demonic fate-swapping lock.

By the time Richard arrived, the funeral was almost over. Everyone who had come to say goodbye was gone. Only I remained. I wanted a little more time with Chloe. She'd always been clingy. And she was afraid of the dark. "Richard, see? I told you Selena was lying. If this were really a funeral, why is nobody here? This is obviously another stunt to get you to come home." Grace's voice cut through the silence. Richard's face darkened.

The white bone whip was covered in a ghostly aura and the spirits were howling. Even before the attack hit, they could sense death. In the nick of time, a loud bang suddenly fell down from the sky, like a bolt out of the blue. “Meow!” Um… Alex and Luna were dumbfounded. What was going on? A fallen cat from the sky? The sound was so loud that their eardrums could swell. How big could this cat be? Most importantly, after the cat cried, the murderous giant skeleton king just now became terrifyingly afraid and trembling all of a sudden, as if a mouse had just seen a cat.

Neither of us recognizes the cinnamon scent tainting our mate’s perfectly toasted marshmallow scent, but that’s not unusual. “Huh?” She sits up on her elbow. “What do you mean?” “Who had their hands on you? I’ll kill him.” Ghost snaps and snarls at her. I haven’t Leni startle like that in years. My heart clenches at the sight. Ghost is undeterred. “I want to know who it is. NOW!” “Whoa, bro! What the fuck has gotten into you?” I yank hard and pull him back. “Don’t talk to our mate like that. You don’t get to treat her like that.”

Terrick walk away going to look for food to eat, leaving his mate unaware of the thing lurking in the shadows. Catrina rest her head on the back of the tree behind her, she close her eyes. Her eyes flew open when the a shadow block the sun from touching her face. "Who are you?" The shadow look at her with curiosity, Catrina raise her hand to touch person and her hand pass through the person. "Your a ghost" she muttered under her breathe but the person heard her. "You smell like death but you don't look dead." The creature said, her voice sounding like whispers her body turn transparent.

Seeing Nicholas' gaze shift to the top of the counter, she leaned in to check. It was a rat. Its outline wasn't so solid and distinct and she could have sworn it was a ghost rat. Holding Nicholas' left arm, she eyed the rat and asked "Nicholas, is this what I think it is?" "It might be, depending on what you are thinking." Geneva was sure he was replying just for the sake of it. She pursed her lips and eyed him too. It definitely was a ghost rat. She had two ghosts in her house! One was annoying her everyday and the other one was breaking her China wares!

his voice trailed off into a stutter as he sat up. He clutched the snarling cat to his chest but wasn’t looking at me like the cat. The boy’s blue eyes were wide and focused on my ‘ghost’ illusion. So, he couldn’t tell I was here, but the cat could. Why could the cat see or at least sense me? “G… gr… gre… great… gr… gran… grandma La… Lara… Laraine.” He stammered. Scared by the cat, I managed to refocus on my illusion spell. The ‘ghost’ turned its head, staring vacantly at him before her mouth opened extra wide, and she let out a blood-curdling scream.

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.

Her eyes wandered around the small hotel room, searching for any sign of comfort. Ghost smirked, leaning back against the wall. "Don't worry—Damon will be here soon." "Who's Damon?" Kate asked, her brows furrowed. Ghost was about to respond when a knock echoed through the room. She paused, flashing Kate a sly smile before pushing off the wall and striding to the door. "You'll find out," Ghost said, opening it. Damon stepped inside, his sharp gaze sweeping the room before locking onto Kate. He studied her in silence for a long moment before shifting his focus to Ghost.

She'd told me she hated that. Said it made her feel old. Maybe she heard the door, because she jolted up and rushed over to hug me. "Where were you? Why didn't you answer? I almost called the cops!" I hesitated, pulled away, grabbed my phone—dead. "It froze in the snow. Battery didn't last." At the word 'snow', something flickered in her face. Guilt, maybe. She pressed her lips tight, then awkwardly handed me a velvet box.