Ghost Books Novels & Stories

I move the glass closer to him and hear him whimper as I lift his arm, slicing his wrist with my nail and setting it to drain into my glass. “Now, is there anything else I need to know about my grandfather’s estate?” I ask him. He’s staring horrified at his wrist dripping blood. “It’s haunted.” “I’m a bloodsucker as you said, so I’m not scared of ghosts. There isn’t much that goes bump in the night that isn’t afraid of me,” I tell him. “Anyone come looking for the place recently?” I ask, making sure that my father hasn’t found it yet. “Yeah, another bloodsucker.”

the young woman asked. "Ghosts, Love." "Are you telling me that ghosts exist?" whispered Bianca. "I'm a fucking werewolf, Love. Why shouldn't those motherfuckers exist?" snarled Black. _ Those motherfuckers need to die... shit, they're already dead! How do you kill a fucking ghost?" whined Maska, putting his paws over his eyes.

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

“No. As in something strange happening in their territory.” “I don’t think so. I haven’t been keeping tabs for the last few days though.” “Maybe there’s no news.” “Is there something specific you want to know?” Marc stroke a match and dropped it down. The flames roared. “Probably. It’s still too soon.” After filling the dirt over the ashes, they exited the Western Umbre Graveyard, which was occasionally filled with ghouls even though it was illegal to dig old graves and eat the bodies. Witch Bones was decorated like a medieval cavern: gloomy atmosphere, wooden tables, and tall stools. On the walls were animal skulls and horns. Honestly, she often wondered how they had never been sued for tha

, is not like I can cross all the ghosts over before Mr black gets to them One thing for sure once ghost touches human blood they can't cross over which allows Mr black to suck up all their energy Which makes them turn into dust "Hey, what are you thinking about?" Blondie said walking in on me I clean my tears "what are you doing in here?" "It's the girls bathroom dumb, also wanted to check on you, are you okay?" "I thought you didn't care, you shoved me not too long ago" She sighs "I know and I'm sorry, just this whole thing is crazy and I'm not gonna lie it's messing with my mind, but don't worry about that, I am right here for you, and I am not going anywhere"

She reacted to his fiery kiss with equal fervour as he bit her lips, prying his tongue into her mouth. It was a strange phenomenon. Ghosts could not be touched or seen by normal people. But the custom of a ghost marriage binds a couple in such a way, that they can invoke passions in each other as well. Chaerin felt desire, sexual attraction and felt every touch of Joonjae's.

“I don’t get it. You said spirits and ghosts. Isn’t a spirit a ghost?” She shook her head. “A spirit is free flowing and intelligent. It knows no boundaries and can come and go at will. A ghost is basically trapped energy. Ghost hunters often refer to them as residual energy. Ghosts often don’t realize that they died. If they do, they aren’t able to understand where to go and what to do, so they cling to the familiar.” “Can I ask you something without you getting upset with me?” I stammered, hesitantly.

She said, but the case was crystal clear. "No, am serious about this Henry needs your help." "Thats a lie." "No its true." "I believe her, she's telling the truth. That ghost still hasn't crossed over to the other side in almost three hundred years." Charles second said. "I agree. We must leave for Greenville." Another says. Melanie also agreed to know more. "The Star Gazers has tracked down a couple of ghosts and found them heading to the west. Normally I wouldn't suspect them, but none has crossed over to the other side and to top it all, Zonal Coordinators has gone missing."

June demanded, stepping in front of Dante, clutching the living book like a shield. “I’m the part of the contract you couldn’t destroy,” the shadow whispered, drifting closer. Grass shriveled and died beneath it. “Your Gabe is gone. He went into the Dark Void to hide and became a ghost. The one you met in the Pantry was only a memory the Hunger used to lure you here.” “No!” June shouted, a sharp pain slicing through her chest. Gabe had been her teacher. Only he knew the secret recipes. Realizing she’d been talking to a ghost—she felt gutted. “He saved us! He showed me how to save the Earth!”

It was displayed. My chest tightened as I lifted it with a gloved hand. The scent hit immediately, chemical, sharp, layered with something metallic underneath. Chlorine and cold steel. A smell I had not encountered in years but recognized all the same. It was the same ghost note that had clung to the air the night my parents died. This was not chaos. It was not a fight gone wrong or a rogue passing through. This was intent. Someone had gotten close enough to Owen to inject him, or had taken him elsewhere and left this behind as a message. Either option required control, preparation, and knowledge of what we were.