Ghost Books Novels & Stories

“If we intended to scare you, you’d already be unconscious.” Maerin swallowed. Althea’s eyes sharpened with interest rather than fear. “I assume you’re here for inspection.” “Yes,” Puc confirmed. “And contingency preparation.” He gestured subtly, and his team fanned out with silent precision. Ghosts moved differently than the living. They didn’t walk so much as decide to be elsewhere. One moment they were beside a pillar; the next, their hand was sliding through stone, testing for hidden sigils, Veil-knots, or layered bindings meant to trigger later.

Those who had discovered the truth were swiftly silenced, their secrets dying with them. The rumors about The Ghost were the stuff of criminal legend. They said he could walk through walls, that he had spies in every major organization, that he could make people disappear without a trace. Some said he wasn't human at all, but a vengeful spirit who had returned from the dead to punish the wicked. Victor did nothing to discourage these tales—in fact, he cultivated them.

Like it forgot why it was there. “Oh,” the ghost said, disappointed. “They don’t have memories to take. Machines wearing wolf skin. How boring.” The Hybrid took another step and started to sink. The ground turned soft, like quicksand. “Things without memories can't exist here, the ghost explained as the Hybrid that disappeared into the earth. "But you have such lovely memories. So many to choose from." More Hybrids came. More started sinking. But there were so many of them. “Tick tock" the ghost sang. “What's it going to be?"

The client's company wasn't far away, so I clocked in and headed out to meet them. When I stepped into the elevator, I was still on the phone with Adam, sharing the good news. The moment the doors closed, the lights flickered, and strange mechanical noises echoed. Only then did I realize I was alone in the elevator. The date was June 23—the same day I had fallen to my death in my previous life. "Adam!" I yell into the phone. "The elevator is dropping—"

as his hand in addition of the water moves on her clit and she closes her eyes in ecstasy and he smiles and move his finger in to her pussy and she moans out and he puts in a second finger and she throwaway her head back into the bath tub and she tightens her eyes and he puts his hand deeper into her and she moans her and he began to move his hand in and out of her and she held his hand for him not to stop and she began to moan loud and her husband smiles while she moan uncontrollably and she came and he washes her and he Carrie’s her a bridal style into the bedroom. Evelyn ghost returns into the house, she sob so hard. Evelyn mom sits beside her son and he wakes up feeling so much pain and

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.

Another distant relative seemed to be a faint blue image posing in front of an enormous mural he had painted on commission. The women's ghosts were strong individuals, not types. Each had boring lessons for the two Asplundh girls, who listened politely unless the figure was an explorer, a world traveler, a spy, or an actress. Becky asked the spirits about more distant ancestry, but the ghosts may not have heard or understood, and anyway, they had to fit a lot into a brief appearance.

-he thought. Then he quickly went inside. Now, the White Space was silent and white. … After being taken from Maley's space, Olivia lost consciousness. Not only did this problem happen to Olivia, but it also happened to all the other members chosen by the deities that governed the ten spaces. “It happens all the time, right?” Pure looked at the thirteen young recruits lying on the bed and sighed deeply. She was depressed. Every time, just after selecting the representative, all the young recruits fell asleep.

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.

Suddenly, Adrian realized that these individuals indeed harbored ulterior motives. Adrian expanded his awareness, and the sight before him left him speechless. The entire hall was now teeming with an array of ghosts and monsters. Among them were towering old men with only one eye, lanterns swaying on a single leg, malformed boys with just one limb each, women clad in white exuding a bone-chilling aura, and skeletal figures draped in human skin...