Devilish Ghost Novels & Stories

He should not have wasted his time with these two fools. Ghost looked at them, his hideous expression hidden behind the mask. The only thing that could be seen through the mask was his chilling eyes. A single look at them and the three felt as if their souls just left their bodies. This was not Ghost, he was Lucifer himself! Ghost went over to the computer and pressed a few buttons. The door behind Damian was automatically opened. “Go save your wife, I will find the baby!” His voice was low and deep. Unlike his deadly eyes, his voice actually sounded very nice.

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

I mutter, give him a bow and intend to leave but he holds my elbow just to stop me. However, I snap his hand away from me and said; "I hate you" "Well, I hate you more, stop giving me attitude and get me back to my body" It creeps me out that I'm talking to a ghost. I need to snap out of my delusions immediately before it consumes me. I walk out on him again and this lunatic keeps following me! "I'd make you famous shorty, Everyone would worship you as a god" Don't say a word. Drelia

Reluctantly, I leaned my upper body back a bit, rolling my eyes when I saw the apologetic look he was giving me. Damn...He sure knows how to kill a vibe. I climbed off his body and laid unto my side with a frown, my face turned towards him. "Whoever the hell that is, seriously deserves to be six feet under," I grumbled. He chuckled, amused. In his head, he might be thinking that I wasn't being completely serious, however I certainly was. Whenever my irritation reaches an uncontrollable height, I might just end up 'accidentally' turning someone into a ghost.

Terrified. Zayden tilted his head, watching her with amusement. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he murmured, his voice unsettlingly soft. Hema’s pulse hammered against her throat. She couldn’t move. She didn’t want to move. This place—it felt like a graveyard. Zayden took a slow step towards her. “Come,” he said gently, as if coaxing a frightened animal. His tenderness made her even more afraid. It was an act. A trick. It always was.

Because it just dawned on me that this is not my innocent Catalina. Maybe at one point, she was the woman I'd imagined her to be but not anymore. For someone to be so at ease with a dead body beneath them means this isn't their first, second, or even third time to kill. She's done it before. A part of her even enjoys doing it. This is who she is. She's the she-devil.

"You gave her that money willingly. Last I checked, you were practically celebrating. So happy about this." "Things changed." She changed them. "She's in my territory now, Dmitri. That's all that matters." A beat of silence. Then — "The devil is coming down to hell, gentlemen." His voice dropped away from the phone as he announced it to the room. "Brace yourselves." I ended the call. Good mood. Excellent, in fact. Time to let the beast out.

He nodded slowly, then laid the tile down next to the others. I looked at it. My unease grew, because it looked like a bullfrog crossed with a man. Oddly enough, it looked like . . . The creature from the Black Lagoon. “The ‘Other’ is Chiao, the Water Demon. According to legend he capsized boats, devoured men, and ravished women. He was . . . different from the Sacred Four.” I cleared my suddenly dry and tight throat. “How?” Mr. Trung tipped his head. “The Four exact a price for attempting to reach the Gateway, but they are sacred, honorable, bearing your essence away to be judged accordingly. Chiao is an Abomination. It consumes your very essence, making you part of it for all eternity.”

“I wonder if you can pass the illusion now that you’ve become so dumb and foolish… Don’t disappoint me…” Dean falls deeply into his illusion. Darkness and shadows flow in and around him in a thick smog of smoke. Yet figures soon materialize from this. Pale white faces that are somehow old and familiar to him. They appear dressed brightly in aristocratic clothing. Jewels and luxurious fabric that sparkles against the cold dark background. But it’s the stench that highlights the true nature of these individuals. The horrid smell of death lacing the air makes Dean aware that these are just the evil wretched ghosts that haunt him at midnight. All caused by his curse.

"I keep my eyes on those I trust the most. Now tell me, where is the pen drive?" “I don't have the pen drive,” gasped the man, struggling to breathe. David sneered. “Oh, really? You're not very convincing, Parker.” With a swift motion, he punched the man in the face, causing blood to gush from his nose. Parker winced. “I swear, I don't have it,” he pleaded. David's eyes blazed with fury. “You think you can lie to me? I'm the Devil. Tell me where it is.”