Cool Drawings Ghost Novels & Stories

She was still breathing. “Thank goodness, she's still alive,” the ghost grimaced and let out a deep sigh. “Bro, what are you doing? Who cares if she's dead?” Tiger fumed at the ghost. He was yet to understand the sudden affection from the ghost. “Stay out of this, mate. You're losing your mind,” the ghost yelled at Tiger and pushed him on the chest. After scanning the room, Ghost found a bucket filled with water. Without hesitation, he took the bucket and emptied it on Ciara's body.

“Pretty lady, huh? You think I looked this pretty before?” Red tilted his head, pretending to think. “Hmm… maybe a little less eyeliner and a lot more soul-crushing misery.” “Very funny,” I muttered, dropping my bag on the chair and kicking off my heels. My feet throbbed, my heart worse. For a while, silence filled the room, the kind that didn’t need words. Red eventually stretched, yawning like a cat. “Well, I’m off. Don’t stay up too late, ghost girl.” And with that, he vanished in a blur of crimson mist.

He cried out in panic, let go of Cadell Marcus, and then took a few consecutive steps back, afraid that the body inside the refrigerator would rush into him. Cadell Marcus turned his head to look at Gideon Walter, his voice low. speak. "Don't run around, come!" Gideon Walter was so scared that he still refused to listen, his mouth kept muttering to himself. "Ghosts... There are ghosts..." Right at this moment, the corpse ran in front of Cadell Marcus, suddenly reaching out with both cold hands, pounced towards Cadell Marcus's neck, and a light roar came from his throat. Cadell Marcus squeezed a magic technique, called the slashing ghost technique, and inserted it into the chest of the corpse

He glanced at the dim cave entrance and threw a punch forward, unleashing an intimidating force. Boom! The punch was sharp and terrifying, sending shockwaves through the air. The other two were startled, sensing something dreadful lurking inside the cave. Adrian's attack had clearly provoked whatever was hiding within. Roar! Roar! Suddenly, furious, inhuman roars echoed from the cave as a ghostly figure emerged. It was surrounded by a black, eerie aura filled with dreadful energy. The old man was stunned, realizing this was a Human Ghoul at the Divine Stage. He was horrified to discover such a terrifying presence hidden within the cave. The shock was overwhelming. Adrian had drawn out this c

asked the girl again. "You're not Claire," said Leon again. He then confidently slashed his sword towards the figure in front of him. The figure dodged easily. Instantly Claire who was in front of him turned into a tall thin creature, hovering in the air in a white dress and long hair. It was a forest ghost that Leon created a long time ago. Leon was inspired by the urban legend of Asian society. The ghost chuckled with its loud voice, making Leon's hair stand on end. Her long hair almost covered her entire pale face.

The greenish-blue glow was a little off, but nearly every single window was wide open! The frost wraith, Chloe, floated to the front. Her little face was wrinkled with worry. The Hungry Dead clutched his precious empty bowl. His drool threatened to spill from the corners of his mouth, but his eyes were full of concern. The banshee had stopped crying, sniffing and staring upward. The Poltergeist was holding some random rusty pipe, looking ready to charge up and tear the building apart… There were also the Hanged Ghost, Shadow Sneak, Pipe Phantom…

Blood covered the walls the night my best friend, Cody Colfax, was murdered. His body twisted and twitched before my eyes, like a fish out of water splashing around on a boardwalk without anyone to put him back. The possession of his body from the unknown source, the scientists call 'The Ghost,' has haunted the bystanders for weeks now. When we found him, his body was half-naked and covered in ashes. The hairs on his arms were fried by the electrical chords wrapped around his arms. The tattoos on his body were symbolic, otherworldly. The Ghost left them there to make their presence known.

Gideon lets out a barking laugh but doesn’t say anything about the bed or the collection of whips and things on the floor. Ghost is standing right outside of the bedroom door; he’s so close that Gideon almost slams into him, but Ghost seems completely unbothered. He’s got a massive smile on his face and he’s holding out a velvet blue box while looking directly at me. “Glow worms shouldn’t be this happy.” I mutter, which only makes Ghost smile more and Gideon laugh a little as he steps to the side. I watch in horror as Ghost drops to one knee, holds up the little velvet box and bows his head so low I can see the back of his pale neck.

The coincidence was just too much to be true. He took another look at the name on the ID card; with his imaginative eyes he slowly turned the name Heaven backwards and it appeared as Nevaeh. He has been sleeping with a ghost he concluded. There was no need to call a prophet to reveal it, even the blind will see and understand this. He needs to drive this thought away, make the pain and fear disappear, he needs to get drunk; so he ran away from the morgue and went to a beer parlour.

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?