Dewdrop Ghost Novels & Stories

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

” The second ghost added, with a sigh. I wondered if they were indirectly speaking to me, but there was nothing they could say that could make me rethink my decision on helping Daniel out. “Now, my desire is for you to get me a human's tears. Just one teardrop.” He instructed, with excitement heard in his voice. “A teardrop? Which means you'll be taking me back to the human world?” I said as relief washed through me. “Yes. As a ghost.” The first ghost added. “What! What do you mean?” I asked in disappointment.

She lunged at me, her face a sickly pale green, her eye sockets empty black pits. I stood my ground. "He's not coming back," I said softly. "You can be at peace now." The ghost froze. Her shoulders trembled, and she let out a faint whimper, as if a great weight had been lifted. The black mist around her dissipated. Her form turned faint, then transparent, until she dissolved into a wisp of light that drifted toward the rose bushes. Lorenzo's eyes lit up. "Damn, where'd you learn that trick?"

Even after ninety-nine rejections, I never thought about quitting. I really thought the hundredth would be it. Thought if I just loved her hard enough, we'd finally make it to the altar. To her, my love was a joke. A game she played to see how far I'd crawl before I broke. She fed her ego on my devotion, but never once cared. I was just another option—a backup she could drop anytime. Everything I gave—every second, every bit of love—turned out to be worthless. So I left. Her. Quindt Corp. Carmoria.

Ziva tittered. On the ride to Mercury, Caius went over the security detail. There would be men stationed outside of the building, hiding in the shadows. Ghost, whose ability not only made him invisible but also incorporeal, would follow us inside. There were men planted within the club, given aliases so that they blended in with the other patrons. Even the cameras had been hacked by Damon, who was a bit of a tech genius. “Now I see why you call him Ghost.” Alpha Caius glanced up from his phone, half his face illuminated by the light pouring from the screen. “That isn’t why we call him ghost.”

But when he stepped inside, the sight before him nearly made him freeze. Ghost sat in a plush leather chair, his movements slow, deliberate. He swirled a glass of deep red wine in his hand, the candlelight reflecting off the crystal. His expression was unreadable, a calm storm behind those cold, calculating eyes. He took a measured sip before looking up at Specter, who was still catching his breath. "Did you hear about the current news?" Specter asked, his voice edged with restrained urgency. Ghost tilted his head slightly, setting his glass down with an almost lazy motion. "Yes," he said simply, his tone void of any emotion.

"I will see how you rogues plan on walking out of this place alive after destroying my home." "You've crossed me one too many times old ghost, it's a shame that I can only kill you once," Eloise immediately showed her hostility. Walking nightmare was still a few miles out, over the forest surrounding Heaven's Envy. He was about to retort but had to swallow his words and put up his defenses. Eloise was before him with her Rainbow Snake Whip in full swing. He crossed his arm before his chest and the whips ripped through his skin like it was paper.

Aviva Moonlight ghosts over my skin as I stand at the highest point of the valley that overlooks Silverhide. Wind whispers through my fur, and my keen eyes scan the valley below for movement before I move along the narrow rocks, careful of the steep drop-offs hidden in the shadows. The stars are out in full overhead, bright and wild against ribbons of deep, swirling purple.

As she said all these, her voice kept increasing by an octave before finally heaving a sigh of regret saying in a tiny voice, "but I gave them all up for you, oh mighty one, so please can I have today, just this night to sulk in peace?" "..." Silence Another deafening round of silence. "As you wish." Then he turned into smoke and dissipated. Just like that? Really? A cool breeze slithered in through the open curtains but because of the recent departure of a certain ice block, it felt warm. Geneva didn't let her eyes close even for a microsecond for the love of her dear life. She kept wondering if this mysterious ghost –whose name she didn't know of– had anything up his sleeve with the way he

He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me. "I read it in this book , there is a certain theory which say that people might have ghost clones, these clones looks and dresses exactly like the original you and they can do anything you can do. Sometimes if you are lucky you can have a good clone but if you are unlucky you are likely to have a bad and evil clone , which means you are unlucky because yours is evil" he explained. His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories.