Falling Ghost Novels & Stories

Ghost grabbed the other hand, and the remaining five fingers also fell to the ground. Marcus and Mark had lost the ability to speak as they looked on in fear. Ghost used a special technique and broke Layla’s limbs. She could not move, and the only thing she could do was scream out in pain. She wanted to faint, but the pain woke her up every time. Ghost looked towards the door and ordered, “Come.” A few men in white lab coats carrying unique briefcases entered. They looked like doctors, but when Marcus had a clear look at the badges on their chests, he was so dumbfounded that he ended up vomiting blood.

FALLING FOR A GHOST 3 - For Nevaeh is back from the land of the dead with a single purpose; avenge her own death and that of her sister, Heaven. Uche, a good-looking young man in his early twenties, who also happens to be an atheist has been unlucky with women in his previous relationships, he seeks true love and hopes to find it if only it existed.

I don't get the chance to analyze her further, because she holds me over the edge, nearly dropping me from the top of the Mansion. My eyes widen at the distance. The Mansion, that's synonymous to a castle, is approximately ten meters high. If I fall from this height, it's instant death. I don't even remember how we got to the top of the mansion; it's like we teleported. Below, on the fields of grass, I spot the rest of the ghouls, waiting. They look like ants from this distance, waiting to gather around and eat me up the minute I fall. "Please, don't hurt me."

GHOST The ceiling didn’t fail all at once, unraveling instead with a series of ominous warnings that Ghost registered in his bones long before the visible damage appeared—the deep, grinding complaint echoing through the building’s framework, a structural protest against the relentless assault of wind and water, distinct from the thunder’s sharp cracks or the wind’s howling fury outside. It was the unmistakable sound of load failure, the kind that came from too much strain accumulated over hours, perhaps even years, finally reaching a breaking point in this merciless storm.

They weren't speaking, this was boring to me and I was just about to flick my hands and ask them to get out of my sight when one of them fell to the ground and screamed at the top of his voice, “ It's not his fault, it's mine. Please.” I was bewildered, my grip loosened. My hands were just about to let it go so he would be able to leave when there was a single shot, a bang against his head and he fell. His body fell backwards, his eyes opened and the ghost left. “ Cover!” I screamed at the top of my voice, giving the signal to my men to hold him but he was slick enough to run the other way.

It will only take half a second for whoever is out there to get a good shot and take another member of this Pack out for good. “Fuck.” Low growls when a shot comes from somewhere in the darkness, it hits the ground right next to Ghost’s foot and makes him fall back onto his ass. I glance at him and realise my mistake. Ghost is no ordinary man; he practically glows in the dark like a damn homing beacon for anyone hunting at night.

When I look into the mirror I see five of myself, all looking pale. Is it the wine? My fears are confirmed when I cough blood into the pristine sink. The red hue moves slowly down the drain as I start to fall. It has never been this painful before. I try to hold on tighter but my hand is slipping, my breath becoming heavier. “Drew…” I try to scream, but my body meets the floor before I can make a sound. The beeping of machines is like a distant song that’s all too familiar. It draws me out from an otherwise dreamless sleep which feels good for a change.

I voiced out. "And whose fault was that?" she said glaring at me. Your psychotic mind, I mumbled beneath my breath, just then she decided to drop one of her crutches, she tried to make it look like an accident but failed miserably. She's going to be the death of me, mumbled before adding a string of curse words to the statement. I hurried over to her and supported her falling figure by putting my hand around her waist leading her to the nearest table. I ignore how right it felt to place my hand around her waist or how she seemed to fit perfectly in my arms every time I carry her. I went to pick up the fallen crutch and made my way back to her.

She was also unsure if Harrison felt the same way about her. One day, after work, they went out for drinks to celebrate their success. As the night went on and the alcohol flowed, Harrison and Emily, found themselves sharing more personal stories and talking about their hopes and dreams. In a moment of boldness, Harrison took Emily's hand and looked into her eyes. "I know this might be risky, but I have to tell you...I'm falling for you, Emily. I don't want to risk our friendship, but I can't ignore my feelings anymore."

"Carly!" A heart-wrenching scream tore through the sky. Ronan threw himself toward me in a frenzy, but his hand only managed to snag my sleeve. With a sickening tear, the fabric tore in the wind. My body was suspended in midair, completely detached from the cliff. In that weightless moment, the world went utterly silent. Only the howl of the wind filled my ears. A semi-transparent figure jumped after me without hesitation. During the rapid fall, that fragile embrace caught me.