Ghost Book Characters Novels & Stories

Lila POV And with that, Feargus punches a set of numbers into the security lock. The door clicks open, and he steps back. With a nod from Caleb, I follow him inside, my breath streaming out in front of me. Nyxies I can totally deal with. Ghosts, on the other hand, are another kettle of fish I’d much rather avoid. At least with demons, I can physically see them and drag their asses back to Hell. But dead people left to rot in an underground city?

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.

Skylar shivered, thinking back to how the voices echoed forcefully in her head. "Those are lost souls" She answered but continued when Skylar raised an eyebrow. "Ghost has no purpose but to haunt while lost souls are struck between the dead and the living, their bodies are either dead or alive while their spirit goes around, searching for their bodies, they feel tormented till they do so" She explained, looking around. "So, I still do not wish to encounter anything dead, I suggest we start moving if we do not want to be among them" "We are to walk to the deepest part of the forest, call for her and she will come to us" Skylar nodded and started moving, with Shailyn holding onto her arm like

Leon panted, scanning the dim corridor as his breath came in uneven bursts. Suddenly, a faint figure emerged out of the shadows—the female ghost. Her face was blurred and indistinct, her presence otherworldly. She didn’t speak but raised a hand that glowed faintly blue, pointing silently in a specific direction. Leon froze, instinctively stepping back half a pace. But time was slipping through his fingers, and hesitation was a luxury he couldn’t afford. Clenching his jaw, he forced himself to follow the ghost’s lead.

The beggar continued, "The way I see it, those ghosts are basically people with superpowers. They are driven by their own desires to hurt the living, while some have trouble controlling their powers after suddenly awakening to it." Her unexpected explanation actually enlightened Frank. Ghosts and hauntings notwithstanding, they were just people who could do what normal people could not—but they were fundamentally no different! Without hesitation, Frank rushed forward when a tall, well-rounded bald man appeared before he reached the graves.

Carl was wise and sharp to know that something was going on when he disappeared. Carl met a lot of ghosts and demons in different stages- such as ghosts one step away from becoming a demon, fully demonized souls, and half demonized souls- a lot of times due to the nature of his position in the haunted mansion. So Carl could tell the demon's breath in Lucas long ago. But because Carl treated Lucas sincerely as his friend, he did not report it to anyone in the haunted mansion and kept it to himself. He doesn't want to witness his friend being treated as their backup food.

Ghosts. I lifted my glass slowly, the cool rim steady against lips that refused to tremble. One sip. A quiet swallow. My hand didn’t falter as I set it back down, though my pulse was a drumbeat in my ears. “Carla Jepherson,” Bianca said, her smile bright enough to blind. “I almost didn’t recognize you. I thought ghosts usually looked… well, thinner.” Her gaze flicked to my figure, lingering a second too long before she turned back to Maverick, brushing her lips against his jaw. “Doesn’t she look different, baby?”

Kai notices this confusion and pulls Irene to sit down before notebook out of his bag. "Okay, here. I'll try to make it as simple as I possibly can," Kai says. "We know that there are a few types of people when it comes to being connected to the world of ghosts and spirits, those who can see and actually interact with it to the point of even working together with spirits, people who can sense the presence of spirits, and people who are lucky enough to be completely unaware of their presence whether they believe in them or not." "Wait, why would you consider the last category lucky?" Irene asks. If Kai wants her to understand this topic clearly, he better tolerate her treating this like a tut

So far Orshor had the largest number of Ghoul Clan’s, the most powerful, dominant and resourceful being the Death Circle. After meeting everyone who lived in the guest house and being familiar with everything ghoul related she went back to her room and collapsed. When she woke up it was dark and the sheets were cold. She sat up, her light brown hair falling over her face. She groaned and pulled it back, tying it in a loose bun. It was quiet; the only sound was the gentle humming of the night that slipped in through her open window. She pulled her legs to her chest and the tears fell numbly. She couldn’t help it. It still felt foreign. Everything felt unreal. She couldn’t possibly be living w

"Yieeeeee yeah you don’t like him because he’s arrogant, he’s muscular, he has a pointed nose, he’s tall, and his lips looked so sweet. Yes Alaister you don't like him!" and with that she threw me a pillow Hahahaha. We talked about music and other kinds of stuff until Aunt Ana came with our food so we ate first. "Alaister do you believe in ghosts?" I asked Alaister, now that she was lying down in our bed. "Did you watch a horror movie last night? Then I would say that there are no ghosts and I do not believe in ghosts." Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that.